“Looks like a little lost lamb, Fenrir.”
My host screamed for these men deep inside my chest.
‘Romulus! Remus! Help! Help me!’ shecried, but I beat her violently back.
‘Shut up, witch! They can’t hear you!’
The man called Sköll licked his lips hungrily as I backed away from him. His eyes flashed with excitement as my back hit the chest of his brother.
“Mmm. Tasty. I love lamb,” Fenrir growled into my host’s ear, and I hissed.
“Away, devil spawn! The power of Christ compels you!” I screeched, funneling my burgeoning powers into the body behind me.
My Bible pulsed in my hands as Raziel’s attention fell on us.
He knew. He could see. He would lend me his power so I could fight off these evil creatures and return to him.
Fenrir hissed in pain as Raziel’s powers clawed at him. I spun, using this opportunity to escape.
But impossibly strong fingers dug into my shoulders, and I let out the click-click-click that Raziel would recognize as a plea for salvation.
“Give me the noose Gabriel lent us,” Sköll snarled, and Fenrir tossed him a golden rope. Satisfaction welled in my heart at the bloody slash my attack had left across his T-shirt.
“No! Hell demons! Away!” I cried, but Sköll was already binding my wrists behind my back.
Sköll chuckled as he worked. “Not demons, sweet thing. Lucky for you.”
I was still new and young. This witch’s body wasn’t strong enough to fight him off. Soon, I was forced to drop my Bible, Raziel’s power leaving me as I was separated from my talisman.
My energy was further subdued as the strange noose locked around my host’s hands, and I snarled in rage and terror.
The witch inside me grinned at my misfortune like the idiot she was.
“Raziel will smite you! You are a stain on this earth!” I screamed as Sköll gathered me up, tossing me over his shoulder with very little effort.
“Yeah, yeah. Save it for someone who cares,” Sköll scoffed before sauntering down the street. Fenrir tossed his arms over his shoulders and stretched, a content smile stretching across his face.
“That wasn’t too hard.” He grinned, speaking to his brother.
“Did you think itwouldbe?”
“No, but still. Feels good to be right.”
“She smells weird.”
“I know. Like sulfur.”
I hissed and spat, clicking louder, praying that Raziel would save me.
‘Master! Help me! Please!’
‘You have failed me, offspring… I do not have room in my congregation for failures.’
Horror rolled through me as I realized I was being abandoned.
‘Please, master! I love you! Please save me!’
But Raziel didn’t respond.
