SINS OF THE HEART
At the last second, he contorted away from Gahiji.
He couldn’t risk her life.
Clawing his fingers, Dagan pulled back, then struck,
whipcord fast, his hand tearing through skin and muscle, shattering bone. He closed his fist on the heart, tore
it free with such force and speed that it flew from his
grasp to spin through the air until it landed with a
splotch against the far wall.
It hung there for a millisecond, then slid down the
wall, leaving a trail of blood behind.
With a feral snarl, Dagan tore the darksoul free and
tethered it with a band of fire. He would take it to
Sutekh. Until it was ingested, there was always the
possibility it could be returned to the traitor’s body
and the traitor could heal.
The thought of that made him realize that Gahiji had
to have had help to take down Lokan. Powerful help.
A god strong enough to banish Lokan’s soul to somewhere it could never return from.
He stored the thought away to ponder later. To find
Lokan’s Ka, he needed to find Gahiji’s ally.
Calliope struck, then dipped. Roxy was already diving into the fray, knives ready as she went to Calliope’s
aid.
Again, everything seemed to slow down, passing before his eyes like frames of stop motion.
Gahiji glancing over his shoulder at the dead soul
reaper and the band of fire in Dagan’s hand.
Calliope stabbing the second soul reaper in the
arm even as he went for the kill, his hand speeding
toward her chest.
Roxy screaming Dagan’s name as she realized she
was too late.
