An Eternity of Dead Sun (An Eternity of Eclipse Novel Book 2) by Con Template Page A

thought that entered my mind was Eclipse.
    I wondered if he was safe, if he was still in the inn, and I wondered if he was looking for me.
    And just as I began to lose consciousness, the only thing I could think about was how much I missed him and that I hoped he was okay . . .
     

 
     
     
     
    “Let the wrath of Hell engulf it . . .”

04 : The Wrath of Eclipse
     
    I woke up to the feel of static electricity humming in my ears.
    My eyes slowly fluttered open. I had barely regained consciousness when an onslaught of dread hit me.
    The first thing I saw was a pair of black eyes. With the exception of the red tints burning within them, they were as black as the night. I fearfully looked to my right side—the area where the mysterious humming sound originated from—and saw that there was a hand parallel to my temple. Sparks of blue electricity emitted from the palm and jumped into my head.
    I turned back to face the Demon in question and he smiled at me, tilting his head to the side. I instantly recognized him as San, the guy who helped carry our bags and the supposed son of the “elderly couple.”
    “You,” he prompted calmly, sitting back on a chair across from me, “have caused us a lot of trouble tonight.”
    The fine hair on my nape stood when I realized that I was sitting in a chair bound by ropes. I swallowed uneasily as my gaze charted the room. We were back in the same gathering area where I saved those couples. The only difference was that the room had been cleaned up. It was absent of the mess I created and free of the dead couple I was unable to save.
    In the dark corners of the room, I could see Demons glaring at me with bloodthirsty eyes. The two Demon women I attacked wore the most vicious stares. The flesh from their faces was hanging off, a direct side effect of having holy water thrown on them. The fury radiating from them was unmistakable. They wanted to punish me and literally eat me alive.
    With my stomach coiling in uneasiness, I turned my head to look behind me. I could see Phix and Demon Girl standing close to me, their eyes looking nervous. I stayed silent and shifted my gaze to the floor. I briefly wondered how they were freely standing beside me when I had thrown so much salt on the ground. My pulse slowed when I discovered that the salt that once had been a perfect line was now broken and completely destroyed.
    A chuckle moved around me.
    San followed my line of sight.
    He proceeded to answer my unspoken question by causing a draft of wind to blow at the remaining salt, whipping it out of the room and into the hall outside. I had the answer I needed. The Demons themselves didn’t break the salt apart. They needed a powerful Demon to do that—they needed San. It didn’t take me long to deduce that he was the leader of this little “establishment.”
    Considering how unhappy he looked, I was definitely in for a world of trouble.
    “Needless to say,” San went on, his voice composed but laced with steel, “I was very upset when I came back to find that my Demons were trapped inside this room. Luckily for them, I’ve been gifted with enough power to protect myself if such imprisoning tactics are used.” He gave me a smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “Nevertheless . . .” He turned to Phix and Demon Girl. “Despite doing a sloppy job, you caught her regardless. Making a mess out of everything aside, you’ve certainly proven your worth.”
    Phix and Demon Girl said nothing, and I reverted my attention to the rest of the Demons. I hadn’t noticed this before, but with the exception of Phix and Demon Girl, the rest of the Demons were professionally dressed; they all wore collared dress shirts and dark pants. If I couldn’t smell the blood on them and didn’t know that they were Demons, I would’ve thought they were all attending a business convention. Even San, who was dressed so casually when we first met him, was now wearing a gray suit that made him look older, more