Horde of the Demon Priest (Demona Book 3) by Megan A. Hepler Page B
Authors: Megan A. Hepler
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was confused by it. They had been almost hostile towards each other in Dissium and now they were sneaking off to make-out. The world has gone crazy .
Before she knew it, Demona was walking up the rickety steps into the headquarters. Felix was standing with one of the defenders looking over a map of the town. He looked up as she walked across the creaky planked flooring in his direction. He excused himself from the conversation and approached her.
“Ezekiel and Molony are downstairs with Kerrick and our captive. Do you want to see if they’ve made any progress?”
Demona nodded. She was afraid that if she spoke at that moment the scene she witnessed between Kearne and Ileana would spill out of her mouth. Demona wasn’t sure that this was the time or place for anyone to learn about Kearne’s sacrifice, or what was taking place between the two neutral allies. She followed Felix through the back doorway of the sanctuary, where they descended a set of metal stairs into the darkened basement. The air was thick and damp from the continuous moisture that seemed to seep through the fractured concrete walls.
They walked past the food storage to the far end of the area where a make-shift cell had been created. The cell was made of steel fencing that had been gathered from a junk yard and welded together. The fencing formed a four sided cage with a top, which sat alone in the basement. It was approximately six feet by six feet wide and nine feet high. Inside stood their captive; a newly possessed man. The man had clearly died during the possession and the demon had continued the process to inhabit the body. Demona caught a faint whiff of decay as the possessed seemed to stagger aimlessly into the cell wall.
Kaleb was with the other three men in deep discussion. He always seemed to take his position among the GLC seriously and even more so now that he had become master at arms. He stood holding onto his forearms across his chest. When things had not been quite as intense, Kaleb had had a very relaxed surfer vibe about him.
“What if we tried to hold the object near him and see if there’s a reaction?” Ezekiel suggested. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his reddish nose and waited for someone to respond.
“It’s worth a try,” Molony said. “Kaleb?”
Kaleb nodded and went to the cell, carefully unlocked, and opened the door. The possessed lunged forward in an attempt to escape. Kaleb shoved back, but it made a second attempt to escape. The possessed attempted to bite Kaleb and suck the energy from him in an effort to become more powerful.
Demona held out her hand and pushed a wind gust in the direction of their captive, forcing him against the back of his cell. The possessed gave up its attempts to drain Kaleb’s energy and focused instead on fighting the wind that pinned him in place. He struggled against the gust, but was unable to move from the spot. It was almost comical to watch the “zombie” struggle helplessly.
“Thanks,” Kaleb said.
Kaleb stepped into the cell, prepared to force the possessed back if need be. Demona, however, continued to hold the possessed in place with her magic. Ezekiel entered into the cell carrying the artifact and held it near the possessed. He moved it over the possessed’s heart first and then waved the artifact over each part of his body. They all waited for a reaction. Nothing happened.
“Try praying with it,” Molony suggested. He shrugged as he spoke the words with uncertainty.
Ezekiel bowed his head in prayer. Demona could not make out the words, but he murmured a prayer and continued with his efforts of moving the triangular artifact around the possessed. Still, nothing happened. After what seemed like an hour, Ezekiel stepped back out of the cell, followed by Kaleb. Demona released the possessed from the gust of wind after Kaleb latched the cell door and locked it.
“Well, I guess that’s enough
Before she knew it, Demona was walking up the rickety steps into the headquarters. Felix was standing with one of the defenders looking over a map of the town. He looked up as she walked across the creaky planked flooring in his direction. He excused himself from the conversation and approached her.
“Ezekiel and Molony are downstairs with Kerrick and our captive. Do you want to see if they’ve made any progress?”
Demona nodded. She was afraid that if she spoke at that moment the scene she witnessed between Kearne and Ileana would spill out of her mouth. Demona wasn’t sure that this was the time or place for anyone to learn about Kearne’s sacrifice, or what was taking place between the two neutral allies. She followed Felix through the back doorway of the sanctuary, where they descended a set of metal stairs into the darkened basement. The air was thick and damp from the continuous moisture that seemed to seep through the fractured concrete walls.
They walked past the food storage to the far end of the area where a make-shift cell had been created. The cell was made of steel fencing that had been gathered from a junk yard and welded together. The fencing formed a four sided cage with a top, which sat alone in the basement. It was approximately six feet by six feet wide and nine feet high. Inside stood their captive; a newly possessed man. The man had clearly died during the possession and the demon had continued the process to inhabit the body. Demona caught a faint whiff of decay as the possessed seemed to stagger aimlessly into the cell wall.
Kaleb was with the other three men in deep discussion. He always seemed to take his position among the GLC seriously and even more so now that he had become master at arms. He stood holding onto his forearms across his chest. When things had not been quite as intense, Kaleb had had a very relaxed surfer vibe about him.
“What if we tried to hold the object near him and see if there’s a reaction?” Ezekiel suggested. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his reddish nose and waited for someone to respond.
“It’s worth a try,” Molony said. “Kaleb?”
Kaleb nodded and went to the cell, carefully unlocked, and opened the door. The possessed lunged forward in an attempt to escape. Kaleb shoved back, but it made a second attempt to escape. The possessed attempted to bite Kaleb and suck the energy from him in an effort to become more powerful.
Demona held out her hand and pushed a wind gust in the direction of their captive, forcing him against the back of his cell. The possessed gave up its attempts to drain Kaleb’s energy and focused instead on fighting the wind that pinned him in place. He struggled against the gust, but was unable to move from the spot. It was almost comical to watch the “zombie” struggle helplessly.
“Thanks,” Kaleb said.
Kaleb stepped into the cell, prepared to force the possessed back if need be. Demona, however, continued to hold the possessed in place with her magic. Ezekiel entered into the cell carrying the artifact and held it near the possessed. He moved it over the possessed’s heart first and then waved the artifact over each part of his body. They all waited for a reaction. Nothing happened.
“Try praying with it,” Molony suggested. He shrugged as he spoke the words with uncertainty.
Ezekiel bowed his head in prayer. Demona could not make out the words, but he murmured a prayer and continued with his efforts of moving the triangular artifact around the possessed. Still, nothing happened. After what seemed like an hour, Ezekiel stepped back out of the cell, followed by Kaleb. Demona released the possessed from the gust of wind after Kaleb latched the cell door and locked it.
“Well, I guess that’s enough
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