Already I can see a dark wave of demons coming toward us.
“I’m burnin’ up.” I have this hysterical urge to laugh at my own fucking joke. If Izara were here, she’d love a good JoBros reference.
Instead, I’m only thanked with glares.
“I don’t understand what you are talking about.” Malek has his arms crossed against his chest. He’s gauging the threat of demons and Prods alike. Some of the more violent Prods felt that the death of Headmaster Willms gave them the okay to go around murdering and unleashing their violent selves.
No one has gotten close to us yet.
“He’s throwing together song titles,” Syko explains, cracking his neck from side to side. You’d think we were getting ready to run fucking laps in the gym. I wonder if this is what Shade prepared us for with all those grueling hours in gym class.
Fucker.
“Ah.”
We all lapse into silence as the wave gets closer and closer.
The truth is, we have no idea if Azazel did what he set out to do, if that fuckery that’s coming toward us is a hoard of lesser demons or greater ones. We have no idea what the signal will be, or when it will come.
All we can do is be prepared for the worst while hoping for the best.
“We’re all in this together.”
Syko blinks at me and sighs with obvious annoyance. “Really? High School Musical?”
I nudge him with my elbow. “That movie is a classic. Remember Troy? He made me wish I gave a fuck at all about sports.”
His eyes roll straight to the back of his head; it looks like he’s going to have a seizure.
“Can you two focus?” Malek snarls. His whole body is vibrating, and hair is sprouting all over his skin. In the next moment, he drops to the ground, and the change ripples through his body in a forceful shove. A big wolf stands in his place, clawing viciously at the ground.
“They’re close.” Syko’s body tenses, and he stalks forward.
It’s time.
Playtime is over.
We spread out as the wave comes closer… closer…
My fangs gleam in my mouth, sharp and hungry for death.
The dark shadow of demons is a rush of snarls and hisses. It kindles fear deep inside me, but I can’t let that overpower me. Where the fuck is Azazel?
As if my question brings him forth, a tornado of gold dust sweeps across the field before us, twirling around some of the approaching demons. It lifts them up with its ravaging force, sucking them inside in an instant and spitting bones back out the next.
The crackling laughter of pixies echoes within the storm.
No wonder Izara dislikes them so much.
A shadow passes overhead, and I take my eyes off the approaching battle for a mere instant to see Azazel swooping down above them. An explosion follows in his wake. Debris and body parts fly through the air, followed by the shrieks and cries of dying demons.
That’s the signal.
With a snarl, Malek launches himself into the fray with vigor and vengeance. Azazel flies overhead, wreaking destruction and death wherever he goes. Syko stares at the angel’s wings for a single instant with desperate longing in his expression.
If I had a beating heart, it’d break for him.
“Hey.” I want to reach out and hold him, but there are more urgent things right now. We had our chance at love.
