“Ugh, fine I’ll play with you later,” she replies, almost pouting, turning and slithering her tail up my leg as she walks back. She moves past Frida, winking and licking her lips.
“I wonder if he is as tasty as you were?” she coos. This causes Frida to lunge at her, which in turn, makes Molech and Dagon pull harder on the chains. This jars her off her feet and she falls to the ground, as Belial and Mazikeen push the tip of the spears into her back.
Forcing a scream out of her and pulling her back to her feet.
“Let her go now or I will kill all of you,” I scream, preparing to lunge.
“Do it, fucking kill all of them,”Fenrir shouts as I feel his anger building, watching his beloved Serafine writhing in agony.
“As much as I would love to see that, oh sorry, was that a private conversation? You forget I’m a Lycan as well and with the help of Lilith’s magic I can hear your inner thoughts. That aside, you seem a little hesitant, so let me help you with that, let’s give you a little motivation,” Rathor says, then starts walking over to Frida.
“I wouldn’t Rathor he just k…” Lilith starts but I shout over her.
“Don’t you fucking touch…” I begin, yelling in a commanding tone and my voice dies out by the sight of Rathor partially shifting and plunging his left claws through Frida’s back and out the right side of her chest.
The sight of his bloodied claws, moving around as they protrude through her chest, puts me in so much shock I’m frozen in place, and time seems to stop as every detail is crystal clear.
Terror, disbelief and pain cover Frida’s face, as her beautiful green eyes roll back, her face becomes expressionless and she goes limp. A sly smirk appears on his lips as he pulls his arm free of her body, dropping her to the ground.
Then it hits me, and my soul shatters. “NO,” I scream for what seems like forever. My shout expands into a deafening roar that sends shockwaves throughout all of Purgatory, as I shift and everything goes red.
I viciously lunge at Molech and Dagon. They release the chain and run forward, drawing their axes. Before they have time to swing, I dig my claws into both of their chests, shattering the steel armor.
Before I can react, Belial thrusts his spear into the left side of my gut. Pulling my right claws free from Dagon’s chest, I slash at the spear, snapping the shaft, causing him to stagger free from my grasp.
Dagon attempts to get up as I pull the spearhead from my gut and drive it through his helmet and into his skull. As he falls to the ground, I take my right paw, grabbing the still pinned Molech under the chin, digging deep into his throat and jaw.
Pulling back, I bite down onto his exposed throat, feeling the gurgling of his last breath, spewing his blood into my mouth. I snap my maw shut, decapitating him.
Then I feel a slash across my back, and look up. Belial drew his sword and is attempting to swing it again at me. Lunging at him mid swing, I wildly slash at the sword, deflecting it. He swings again, and as each time my claws connect, a cling rings out.
Over and over again until I hit the sword so hard it flies from his hands.
Slashing once more my claws rip through the armor, digging into his chest and carving long deep gashes across his body. Falling to his knees, I swipe up, burying my claws into the underside of his chin, through the roof of his mouth and into his brain, ripping his head from his torso.
His headless body flaps and scratches at me as its head is still stuck to my paw, biting at me. I flick my wrist, throwing the head free once and for all.
I then give my attention to Mazikeen, who is baffled by what she just witnessed. She throws her spear at me, turns and attempts to fly away. Catching the spear, I laugh.
“You’re not getting away from me,” I yell, hurling it back at her. It punches through her chest, forcing a bloody screech from her. As she falls to the ground, I jump and with a single swipe, sever one of her wings.
Crashing to the ground, she lands in a heap of demonic skeletons. She tries to pull the spear free, but as soon as my nails touch the dirt, I lunge at her again, digging both claws into her chest on either side of the spear.
Pulling with all of my strength, ripping her in half. The sound of her beating wing against the ground and her torso flopping around ceases as I turn my attention to Rathor. The look on his face is a mix of shock and impressed with how fast I dispatched the Knights.
He shifts and lunges at me. I respond in kind. We hit with such force it sends shockwaves throughout Purgatory once more.
Viciously we both swipe, block, bite and tear at each other. He finally connects with a swipe from his right arm, as his claws dig into my left shoulder. A searing pain pulsates from the wound like I’ve never felt before.
I stagger back.What the fuck is this pain?
“You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into,” Rathor barks at me.
Then Lilith appears behind me, stabbing me with her dagger in the small of my back, just missing my spine. I let out a painful roar.
“Oh, where is that power I saw a minute ago?” she whispers into my ear, then she twists and pulls the dagger out, vanishing again as I drop to a knee.
She’s right, I lost control and I’m not using my true power.
