It falls to the ground and attempts to crawl away, before I can comprehend what is going on, I leap into the air, stomping my foot on its chest. While it’s pinned and swiping at me wildly I catch one of its arms and in a quick pull I tear its arm clean off and throw it into the distant wasteland.
Standing over it, still confused by what’s happening, “Let’s finish this,”the voice says as I crouch down and my head thrusts down as my jaws bite onto the creature’s throat. I can taste the iron and sulfur as my mouth fills with its blood. The taste from the blood slightly satiates my hunger and I clamp down harder, sinking my fangs deeper into its flesh.
With my maw still on its neck I jump to the side and re-pin it to the ground by slamming my right hand on its chest,digging my claws into its torso, feeling its ribs crack and shattering in my grip. The claws of my left hand dig into its skull, cracking it as I squeeze with all my strength before ripping its throat out with my jaws, almost decapitating it.
As it’s laying there twitching, dying, a voice behind me shouts. “Bravo, bravo, not bad, not bad at all. A little excessive, but entertaining.”
Without thought I lunge in its direction. There is a deafening crack like thunder as I’m caught by the throat and slammed to the ground by a huge towering man, clad in gold and silver armor with what looks like feathered wings, standing above me with his sword drawn and pressed against my throat.
“URIEL, STOP!” a feminine voice shouts.
Looking in the direction of her voice, I notice a stunningly beautiful woman with long flowing hair like fire and deep emerald eyes that pierce through my rage. She begins walking toward us and my anger and hunger subsides.
As it does he slowly removes the blade from my neck and steps back. Suddenly my vision returns and I’m back in control of my body.
Staggering to my feet, I look up at the woman walking toward me. She is also wearing armor but hers is different. She doesn’t seem to have boots and her hands are exposed, unlike the man standing next to me. Attempting to walk to her, I collapse. Before I hit the ground though she catches me.
“Easy, easy, the first time is always the hardest on your body. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. My name is Frida and this is Uriel,” she says.
“We have to go before any more demon soldiers show up,” Uriel shouts, with a sense of urgency. Looking up, I see theenormous golden gates slowly begin to open. We start walking toward them when I’m lifted off my feet by Frida and she gives me a devilish grin.
“You had your fun, now take a break. I’ve got you.” We take off toward the gate with Uriel leading the way. No sooner do we pass through does it slam shut.
Before us is another vortex, but this one is different. It looks like an almost clear, viscous liquid that shimmers in the light with a rainbow of color.
Completely confused by what’s happening, Frida walks us toward the material that creates almost an archway. Just as we step into it, I black out.
Chapter 3
Waking up laying in a bed, I stare at a ceiling fan above me for a few minutes. When I sit up and glance around, I can’t help but notice that this room looks exactly like my bedroom at my house.
Rolling out of bed thinking that was one hell of a crazy dream, I open the dresser drawer finding that it is completely empty. “That’s weird,” I mutter, then move over to the closet. It’s empty too. “What thehell is going on?”
I move into the bathroom and turn the faucet on, but there is no water. I start to freak out a little just as the door swings open, revealing the girl from my dream. I can’t believe it.
“Am I still dreaming?”
“I don’t know why they do this to people, all it does is fuck with their minds,” she says, shaking her head.
What was her name, Freda? No, Frada. No. “Frida,” I yell without thinking.
She looks at me. “Yes, Evander?”
“How do you know my name?” I reply.
“You don’t remember, do you?” she asks, looking at me.
“Remember what?”
“You don’t recall turning and killing the demon soldier, do you?” Frida laughs.
“How do you know about the dream that…” Before I can finish what I was saying, someone shouts.
“Let’s go, what’s taking so long?” The voice outside the door is familiar.
Losing their patience, my door swings open. The armor-clad man with the wings from my dream fills the doorway.
“Calm down, Uriel. Evander is trying to come to terms with everything that has happened,” Frida replies.
