three armed men walking down the street. They stop at the house on the corner, stopping only to unload rounds of machine gun fire into it.
Hearing the gunfire, the others on the street rush outside to see what is going on only to scream once they see the men I do. Either Israfil is getting lazy, or these guys aren’t with her.
“Over here!” I shout, hoping to get their attention. Thankfully it works as the men are watching me with my blades and not the crowd of people running down the street behind me.
“I’m not normally this way, but I’m going to give you a chance.” I say. “Drop your guns on the ground and run your happy little asses out of the neighborhood and you get to live.”
The fat one in the middle laughs. “Cute,” he says.
Before he fires, I send my knife into his throat. That doesn’t cause him to run down the street, but he drops his weapon when he pulls the knife out. Seconds later he places his hand on the now gushing wound, trying to stay alive but drops to the ground to bleed out moments later.
“Next?”
The two men must have a change of heart because they drop the guns on the ground and run as fast as they can back to the west. Before I can retrieve the weapons I hear two quick shots coming from the area around the roadblock.
I snort at the thought of Shelby taking out the thugs as they ran down the road. Just because I let them live doesn’t mean everyone else had to.
“Take these,” I say to Robert when he gets to my side. “You’re gonna need them.”
“Where are you going?” he asks before checking the magazine.
“I have a hunch my friend came here with another demon,” I say. “One who likes to play with the weather.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“Go back to your house and protect your wife and Julie.” Another single gunshot rings out from the east when I pull my knife back to my hand. “Sounds like Shelby is doing pretty good on her own.”
Once Robert is back at on his porch I walk down to the corner of the street, turning south since the thugs came from that direction. A few houses down I come up to another street and notice the man I’m looking for pushing the runners around with gusts of wind.
“You like picking on people less powerful than you?” I say, walking up to the man.
He laughs. “About as much as you like protecting them.”
“It’s a shame Azrael isn’t here,” I say. “He has been looking all over for you.”
He shakes his head before placing a gaudy ring on his finger. “He loves following false trails. A pity he couldn’t stay in Minnesota a while longer. I had hoped to have him meet a fond acquaintance of mine.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, walking forward. “I’ll tell him you said hi.”
Jogging up to Balthazel, I ready my sword for the strike. From here he doesn’t looked armed, but there is no telling what that ring does. I try not to think too hard about it as I swing the blade at his head.
He dodges my blow easily, dropping to a knee and pushing me back with a gust of wind.
“Not too bad, Demontouched. But, no match for a demon like me.”
“We’ll see,” I say, moving in again.
He dodges my thrust, retaliating with a jab to my jaw. Thankfully superhuman strength isn’t one of his powers, otherwise that would have hurt. As it is, I’m going to feel it in the morning.
Finally having enough of swordplay, I decide it’s time to send a care package at his chest. With a flick of my wrist, I send my knife at the demon, looking to end this fight once and for all. When it gets close, however, he moves out of the way at the last second and sends it into a nearby house with a gust of wind.
“As much as I would love to kill you now. I promised to let you be there for our little show.” He takes a few steps back before calling a thundercloud over his head. I take a few steps forward before I’m forced to leap out of the way to avoid being hit by a lighting bolt. Then, out of his personal cloud, a
Hearing the gunfire, the others on the street rush outside to see what is going on only to scream once they see the men I do. Either Israfil is getting lazy, or these guys aren’t with her.
“Over here!” I shout, hoping to get their attention. Thankfully it works as the men are watching me with my blades and not the crowd of people running down the street behind me.
“I’m not normally this way, but I’m going to give you a chance.” I say. “Drop your guns on the ground and run your happy little asses out of the neighborhood and you get to live.”
The fat one in the middle laughs. “Cute,” he says.
Before he fires, I send my knife into his throat. That doesn’t cause him to run down the street, but he drops his weapon when he pulls the knife out. Seconds later he places his hand on the now gushing wound, trying to stay alive but drops to the ground to bleed out moments later.
“Next?”
The two men must have a change of heart because they drop the guns on the ground and run as fast as they can back to the west. Before I can retrieve the weapons I hear two quick shots coming from the area around the roadblock.
I snort at the thought of Shelby taking out the thugs as they ran down the road. Just because I let them live doesn’t mean everyone else had to.
“Take these,” I say to Robert when he gets to my side. “You’re gonna need them.”
“Where are you going?” he asks before checking the magazine.
“I have a hunch my friend came here with another demon,” I say. “One who likes to play with the weather.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“Go back to your house and protect your wife and Julie.” Another single gunshot rings out from the east when I pull my knife back to my hand. “Sounds like Shelby is doing pretty good on her own.”
Once Robert is back at on his porch I walk down to the corner of the street, turning south since the thugs came from that direction. A few houses down I come up to another street and notice the man I’m looking for pushing the runners around with gusts of wind.
“You like picking on people less powerful than you?” I say, walking up to the man.
He laughs. “About as much as you like protecting them.”
“It’s a shame Azrael isn’t here,” I say. “He has been looking all over for you.”
He shakes his head before placing a gaudy ring on his finger. “He loves following false trails. A pity he couldn’t stay in Minnesota a while longer. I had hoped to have him meet a fond acquaintance of mine.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, walking forward. “I’ll tell him you said hi.”
Jogging up to Balthazel, I ready my sword for the strike. From here he doesn’t looked armed, but there is no telling what that ring does. I try not to think too hard about it as I swing the blade at his head.
He dodges my blow easily, dropping to a knee and pushing me back with a gust of wind.
“Not too bad, Demontouched. But, no match for a demon like me.”
“We’ll see,” I say, moving in again.
He dodges my thrust, retaliating with a jab to my jaw. Thankfully superhuman strength isn’t one of his powers, otherwise that would have hurt. As it is, I’m going to feel it in the morning.
Finally having enough of swordplay, I decide it’s time to send a care package at his chest. With a flick of my wrist, I send my knife at the demon, looking to end this fight once and for all. When it gets close, however, he moves out of the way at the last second and sends it into a nearby house with a gust of wind.
“As much as I would love to kill you now. I promised to let you be there for our little show.” He takes a few steps back before calling a thundercloud over his head. I take a few steps forward before I’m forced to leap out of the way to avoid being hit by a lighting bolt. Then, out of his personal cloud, a
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