I could feel the fear and tension of my group rising again, and worked to filter their emotions with confidence.
"You
lie
Angel girl. No mere Guide possesses that kind of power," the Daemon in front said, raking its claws across its forehead as if to wipe away sweat, but instead managed to slice through skin instead. “Why does it matter what she is, we are superior,” another said belligerently.
Sam snorted beside me.
I looked at her astonished.
"Seriously?”
Who are they trying to fool? They don't even know how to scratch their noses without maiming themselves," she laughed like I had never heard her before. The Daemon’s red eyes burned even brighter as they hissed their distaste at her words. I was confused why she was egging them on, and could tell by the way that Shawn stiffened up, he was equally as shocked. I wanted to filter confidence into our group, but this was pushing it. Sam looked at me imploringly, nodding her head in the direction of one of Daemons.
"Run along little doggies, I'm sure The Dark One didn’t mean for his pets to get out," she said, taunting them more. Her words incensed them further, making them gnash their sharp teeth together, causing more liquid to pour from their mouths where their teeth pierced the scaly flesh.
The more Sam taunted them, the more they tore at themselves in some sort of self-mutilating fit of rage. Now I understood what she was up to.
Shawn finally understood too, “You must not rank too high in the pecking order to be out here against mere humans,” he prodded, joining in on the mockery.
"We are an asset to The Dark One," The Daemon on the left of me said in despair, jerking one of the horns off its head in frustration.
"I'm sure you're right, even The Dark One needs a gofer," John said condescended, joining in on the act. His words set the three Daemons in front of us into
a frenzy
. I watched in dismay as they gouged at their faces, scrapping their talons across the skin leaving a ragged mess behind.
Their self-mutilating actions made my stomach twist and turn and I began to feel pity as I watched them shredding their faces. "You know, I think I actually feel sorry for you," I said kindly, trying to stop their pitiful downward spiral.
"You dare speak to us with pity," the Daemon closest to me demanded. "You Angel wannabe bitch!" It spat at me enraged, taking off in a full sprint towards our group. Shawn acted quickly, jumping forward with his pickaxe already in hand. With accurate precision, he threw the ax, burying it in the charging Daemon’s head, sending it sprawling backwards. The remaining two Daemons were sent completely over the edge, tearing themselves completely apart until only a mess of their former selves remained. The leftover body pieces smoldered in the snow in front of us, emitting a smell that burned the inside of our noses.
My friends and I stood around the smoldering mess, astonished. After a few moments the pile was reduced to nothing but ash. A breeze blew across the clearing sending the black ash swirling away from us, swallowed up by the night sky. The demise of their glowing bodies plunged the clearing back into darkness requiring all of us to use our flashlights to see.
"Talk about wacked-out," Shawn said, retrieving his ax from the burnt marks on the ground the trio left behind. "Surely killing Daemons can't be that easy."
"We can only hope, although you’re pretty handy with that ax." John said.
"Yeah, you looked like Roger Clemens, the way you whipped that in there,” Jacob commented.
"I think they were just a test, things will get tougher." I said, breaking into the guys' chatter.
"What do you mean a test?" Amelia asked.
"I think The Dark One is trying to figure out if I really am an Ascended. I'm guessing the next attack will be a lot different than that one. Now he has the information he was seeking," I said matter of fact.
"How do you know all that?" Sam asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, but I just know. Ever since becoming an Ascended, I see certain things with insight and clarity. I only have to think about something for a moment before I can completely see into the situation."
"Wow, that's intense," Sam said, awestruck.
"Tell me about it, having everything laid out so completely in front of me is a surreal feeling."
"We should get moving," John said, using the beam of his flashlight to illuminate the forest in front of us.
"I would avoid eating that snow," Shawn teased Sam as we walked around the spot where the Daemons had self-mutilated themselves.
His teasing made all of us crack up.
"Ya think," Sam said, giving him a light nudge in the back of his knee, making his leg collapse out from under him. It was hilarious watching Shawn trying to steady himself so he wouldn’t land face first into the undesirable spot.
"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist," Sam said, still chuckling.
"Well, you know what they say about payback," he said, shining the flashlight on his face, making himself
look
sinister.
"I'm holding you to that," Sam said solemnly.
Her words jerked us back to reality as Shawn returned her look intensely.
"You can bank on it honey," he said huskily, reaching back to squeeze her hand.
After a moment he turned back around, stepping back in line with the other Protectors. Sam's shoulders slumped as she let her worry settle back in. I reached over to grab her hand and gave it a small squeeze to comfort her.
"I will get you two out," I said quietly, for her ears only. Haniel and I had gone over worse case scenarios earlier that morning and we had decided that if things got hairy, I was to save whatever linked pair I could. I loved every Guide and Protector, but I could not choose any of them over my own brother and Sam, who I loved like a sister. Haniel had given me an escape clause that could be used in the direst of circumstances, but I would only be able to take one linked pair with me. I was skeptical at first when he laid it out for me, but everything Haniel had told me up to this point had been proven true.
Sam opened her mouth to ask how, but I cut her off by a small shake of my head. She clamped her mouth closed, but I could see the turbulent thoughts floating around in her head. She was worried for Robert and Lynn. I could see their faces among her thoughts. I had already gone round and round earlier with Haniel over this issue and knew that this was the only way. I loved them all dearly, but I had to make a choice. My struggle with the decision was the reason Haniel had decided splitting up the Bands was the best course of action. By keeping Lynn and Robert with him, I would not be forced to choose if it came down to it.
We continued on, hiking in silence, keeping the beams from our flashlights pointed to the ground to help guide us over the treacherous terrain. The air around us carried an evil essence that shrouded the mountaintop. The moods of my friends began a downward spiral as it began to eat at them the higher we climbed. Instead of controlling their moods, I instead focused my attention on shielding them from the essence. I found this method much more to my liking. Filtering their emotions was fine, but actually keeping the evil from ever touching them was a more acceptable approach for me. In the beginning, I worried that the negative energy I was fighting would sap my own energy supply away, but I realized that the closer we came to our destination, the stronger I felt. Fighting evil was clearly what I was created for.
I was jerked away from my thoughts when I ran smack into the backside of my brother. The impact sent me sprawling backwards into the powdered snow. I had been so lost in my thoughts and keeping my eyes on the path in front me that I had missed everyone coming to an abrupt stop.
"Sheesh Krista, I thought you were like some graceful celestial being," Shawn ribbed me as he reached out a hand to help me up.
"Obviously, I missed that memo," I grumbled, brushing the snow off my backside before it could melt further. "Why did we stop?"
Instead of answering me, Shawn merely cut his eyes to the left. Following his gaze, I could see we had finally reached Victor's lair. To say it was disappointing was an understatement. I had been expecting a massive industrial-style building, much like where Victor had once held me hostage. Instead, Victor had used a natural cave to build his fortress in. The entrance was a nondescript, heavy, metal door that was obviously custom made to fit in the space it occupied. The exterior of the door was painted in a type of camouflage pattern to help it blend in with the rest of the surrounding area. Of course, the small helicopter that occupied the only flat surface around made that a moot idea. Lurking outside the door were four fiery creatures, obviously waiting for our arrival.
"What do we do?" Sam breathed into my ear.
I shook my head. Something about the way the Daemons held themselves made in clear that we would not get off so easy this time around.
"Come out come out, we know you're there," one of them boomed in a voice that echoed off the mountaintop.
Before we could respond, two of them left the small clearing. They split off in separate directions, one on the right of us, while the other entered the woods to our left. These Daemons were clearly smarter than the three we had reduced to ash in the woods, and far from the mindless human host occupying Daemons that we had faced in the past. These four had a plan. They were herding us together.
Chapter 11
Shawn stepped out from seclusion, facing the Daemons, while keeping the Guides hidden from sight. John, Jacob and Paul disappeared into strategic positions among the trees to protect us from some kind of flanking attack.
"All of you," the second Daemon growled.
"I don't think so," Shawn retorted.
"You dare defy us Angel," the first one sneered belligerently, stepping closer to Shawn.
I cringed when I saw the difference in their heights. For months, I had been surrounded by the oversized builds of the Protectors, so seeing one of them being towered over was discerning. Their forms were much like what we had faced in the clearing, although their massive bulk made them even more intimidating. I admired Shawn's fearless outward appearance, but I couldn't help the shiver that raced up my spine.
"You heard me," Shawn said, looking up at the Daemon, unafraid. Sam gasped beside me, and I placed a restraining hand on her arm when she took a step forward.
"Watch your tongue boy. You will kneel in our presence."
"I don't see any wings. I only kneel to those that have wings," Shawn mocked.
The Daemon raised its long scaly arm, striking Shawn on the side of the head. Shawn staggered forward unsteadily, but remained on his feet. The other Daemon made a coughing noise that took me a moment to figure out was actuality a laugh. The first Daemon moved in closer and grabbed Shawn by his hair, forcing him to his knees. Sam gasped beside me and it took all my strength to hold her back.
I had a firm grasp on Shawn's thoughts and knew this had been planned.
"There you see. It wasn't so difficult to kneel after all, was it?" His cockiness prevented him from seeing the knife Shawn had pulled from his boot. Shawn used the Daemon's grasp on his head to his advantage, plunging the knife deep into its stomach. Blackish liquid poured from the exposed wound. The Daemon released its grip on Shawn and dropped to its knees, roaring in agony. Shawn moved forward and buried the knife into its head. The other Daemon reacted, moving toward Shawn, but was stopped in mid
s
tep as a knife flew from the trees, burying deep into the back of its head. Jacob stepped out from the trees and pulled the knife from the wound. He swiped it across the Daemon's neck, sending its head rolling aside. I felt bile rise in my throat that I had to swallow back as I watched Shawn decapitate the same Daemon he had just taken down.
I released my hold on Sam, letting her and Kim race to Shawn and Jacob's side. Jacob maneuvered his body in front of Kim, shielding her from the gruesome sight on the ground.
Kieran, Amelia and I walked out from the cover of the trees, joining them.
"Do you think John and Paul are okay?" Amelia asked anxiously.
"I'm sure of it, but I'll look for them if they don't show back up in the next few minutes. They wanted to draw the other Daemons as far away from you girls as they could." Jacob said, watching the dead bodies of the Daemons begin to burn on their own. Haniel had explained that they would burn before they were reclaimed by The Dark One. We watched in morbid fascination as the flames grew, and then as swiftly as it began, the fire was extinguished and the bodies were gone.