Page 55 of The Endless War


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“Who do you think you are, presuming you can order me about,” he says as I hear the voice circle around me. Honing in on the scent, I lunge and slash at it.

“That was a close one. I thought you were better than this.” He laughs at me.

About ten feet in front of me appears a tall, muscular, devilishly handsome man. With pure white horns, wearing a cloak that has a large cat head on the right and toad head on the left shoulder. He has a pompous aura about him.

“At least I don’t have to rely on cheap tricks to fight, you fucking coward,” I retort slightly crouching, my wings poised preparing to attack, as blood still drips from my jaw.

“RATHOR!!” is suddenly screamed long and drawn out, turning into a bellowing roar. It breaks my focus from Bael. Looking back I see Evander storming toward me with his entire division following him like a pack.

“This is why I came here. Get out of my way,” Bael snaps before he vanishes.

EVANDER

Since my training with Michael has halted because he has to deal with Gabriel, I’ve decided to rejoin my friends at the training grounds and help them all get stronger. We trained for a few weeks together with all of them getting a lot more powerful than they were before.

One day as I’m training with Achilles, we are trading blows when I suddenly stop and he catches on. “What is it, Evander?” he asks.

“Can you smell that?” I respond, then take off in the direction of the scent. It smells like fear. The closer I get to the infirmary the stronger it gets. I see an angel running madly down the hallway. He crashes into me and I grab him.

“What happened?” I ask. But all he does is stutter and mumble, obviously in shock.

“Hey… HEY!” I snap and slap him. “Get yourself together, what happened?”

“Rath… Rrraaat…” he stutters. I give him a shake. “Rathor killed everyone,” he says, pointing down the hallway towards the portal.

I look in the direction of the portal. “Let’s fucking rip him apparttt,”Fenrir yells.

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” I reply.

Just then everyone else shows up. “What’s going on, Evander?” Achilles asks.

Huffing through gritted teeth, I reply, “Rathor,” clenching my fists. As I walk toward the portal, I losecontrol and shift.

Frida puts her hand on my shoulder. “Relax, don’t lose control, we will kill him together,” she says in a calm soothing voice. Looking back, I see the whole division is with them.

“Let’s put an end to this once and for all,” I yell as my divinity envelops me and the others shift.

Passing through the portal all I see is Rathor standing with his back to us and uncontrollably I yell out, “RATHOR,” and it turns into a deafening roar.

We all start running towards him. We close about half of the distance and I notice something isn’t right. He hasn’t moved an inch, he is just standing there with a smirk. Then I feel the presence of someone else.

I stop suddenly which causes everyone else to halt. “He isn’t alone,” I shout, and just as the words escape my mouth something slams into me, sending me crashing to the ground.

What the fuck was that.

Getting up I see the confusion on everyone’s face as the same thing begins to happen to them.

Then I feel a sense of unease, but this time I brace for it and as I’m struck again, I hold my ground and slash where the strike came from, connecting with something.

“How dare you lay a finger on me, you insignificant mutt,” a voice shouts. Then as if he materialized from nothing, a demon is standing in front of me, glancing at his bleeding arm. He looks back at me. “Let me introduce myself. I am Bael. The one who will be ending your life,” he says in an arrogant tone.

“I don’t care who you are, but this is your only warning, get out of my way or die,” I snap back.

He begins to laugh and vanishes once more. “Let’s see if you can back that up.” He continues to laugh as he circles me.

Everyone else regroups at me. “We can’t fight him off unseen. Use his scent to track him,” Achilles commands.

With that we all engage Bael. Achilles lunges forward slashing at what looks like nothing, but his scent gives him away. Just as Achilles lands a blow, he gets struck in the head hard and smashes to the ground.