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Uryl struggle to his feet. His legs shook as he stood.
“The house forced us back into a solid form. I didn’t think that was possible.”
Nuall groaned. “It’s not.”
Ryse. Cyl didn’t hear her. He couldn’t see her or sense her. They hadn’t been separated. He had felt her hand. She couldn’t be lost. She was brave and strong. She was still only a child. This place would eat her.
A small hand rested on his shoulder. He threw his arms around Ryse and pulled her into his lap. He was hugging her too tight. He knew it. He couldn’t stop. She was here. He hadn’t lost her.
“Cyl, release her. We need her to draw another symbol.”
Insidious pain shot through his palm. He released her.
He didn’t have to give her this palm. She only need is blood. Didn’t matter where it came from. He’d rather have the pain concentrated to one area.
He held out his hand.
A demon appeared.
Cyl collected Ryse and jumped back. The others did the same.
It was female with beautiful brown skin, short black hair and golden eyes. He had seen her before. She was a subject of one of those portraits. The painting hadn’t been exaggerating. Her purple robes clump to her curves. The sleeves hid her hands. The bottom brushed the floor. It exposed only her neck. A burning red symbol marked her flesh. It matched the writing on the walls.
A fox like creature appeared from behind her. It wrapped around her legs. Different shades of blue rolled through its fur. The paws and tail, however, were deep black. On all four legs, the beast reached the female’s waist. She wasn’t a small demon. That thing was big enough to ride. The female dragged her hand across the animal. The movement rolled back her robe. Thick glowing red lines twisted around her wrist. The fox had the same marking wrapped around all four legs.
Ryse gasped.
“I am supposed to kill you.” The female’s voice was harsher than expect—not unpleasant.
She sighed. Why did he feel sorry for her?
“Get them.”
The fox charged. Cyl put Ryse down. He rushed forward. He created a wall behind him, shielding the others. His power liked to be dramatic.
“Do whatever you want,” he told his power.
His power cheered. It roared as it shot out of him in a black wave. The fox was fast. Cyl dodged. He didn’t have time to think of anything except keep moving. The beast claws and teeth where silver. They felt wrong. He didn’t need them touching him. His power acted on its own. It hovered above, charging at the fox whenever it found an opening. Cyl never liked using his power this way. It enjoyed fighting too much. It would attack anyone. His power was fascinated by the fox. Cyl felt his power’s determination, passion, and obsession. It wanted to taste this animal’s blood.
The fox was too fast. His power charged. The beast dodged and slashed out a claw at Cyl. He jumped back. His power rained down an attack the size of small rocks. The beast avoided all while still slashing his claws and teeth at Cyl.
This was getting them nowhere.
Irritation rose. It wasn’t his own. It was his power.
The black wave dove beneath the floor. The fox focused all its attention on Cyl. He couldn’t keep this up. Most of his power wasn’t in his body. He lost more than half of his strength and speed. His senses weren’t as sharp as they needed to be. The fox’s claws slashed the air close enough to Cyl face he could taste it. He stumbled backwards. His feet couldn’t find a steady ground. He lost his balance. The fox rushed him, mouth open. Cyl had been moving too fast. He couldn’t get his feet and legs to do what he needed them to do.
Damn.
He created a staff. He pushed it into the ground. His body stopped. Crouching, he shot up as the fox demon covered him. Cyl threw the staff forward. The fox jumped back.
Cyl power erupted from the floor, covering every space in the room. Cyl spun around. The wall still protected his family. His power devoured the fox. It cheered.
Uryl struggle to his feet. His legs shook as he stood.
“The house forced us back into a solid form. I didn’t think that was possible.”
Nuall groaned. “It’s not.”
Ryse. Cyl didn’t hear her. He couldn’t see her or sense her. They hadn’t been separated. He had felt her hand. She couldn’t be lost. She was brave and strong. She was still only a child. This place would eat her.
A small hand rested on his shoulder. He threw his arms around Ryse and pulled her into his lap. He was hugging her too tight. He knew it. He couldn’t stop. She was here. He hadn’t lost her.
“Cyl, release her. We need her to draw another symbol.”
Insidious pain shot through his palm. He released her.
He didn’t have to give her this palm. She only need is blood. Didn’t matter where it came from. He’d rather have the pain concentrated to one area.
He held out his hand.
A demon appeared.
Cyl collected Ryse and jumped back. The others did the same.
It was female with beautiful brown skin, short black hair and golden eyes. He had seen her before. She was a subject of one of those portraits. The painting hadn’t been exaggerating. Her purple robes clump to her curves. The sleeves hid her hands. The bottom brushed the floor. It exposed only her neck. A burning red symbol marked her flesh. It matched the writing on the walls.
A fox like creature appeared from behind her. It wrapped around her legs. Different shades of blue rolled through its fur. The paws and tail, however, were deep black. On all four legs, the beast reached the female’s waist. She wasn’t a small demon. That thing was big enough to ride. The female dragged her hand across the animal. The movement rolled back her robe. Thick glowing red lines twisted around her wrist. The fox had the same marking wrapped around all four legs.
Ryse gasped.
“I am supposed to kill you.” The female’s voice was harsher than expect—not unpleasant.
She sighed. Why did he feel sorry for her?
“Get them.”
The fox charged. Cyl put Ryse down. He rushed forward. He created a wall behind him, shielding the others. His power liked to be dramatic.
“Do whatever you want,” he told his power.
His power cheered. It roared as it shot out of him in a black wave. The fox was fast. Cyl dodged. He didn’t have time to think of anything except keep moving. The beast claws and teeth where silver. They felt wrong. He didn’t need them touching him. His power acted on its own. It hovered above, charging at the fox whenever it found an opening. Cyl never liked using his power this way. It enjoyed fighting too much. It would attack anyone. His power was fascinated by the fox. Cyl felt his power’s determination, passion, and obsession. It wanted to taste this animal’s blood.
The fox was too fast. His power charged. The beast dodged and slashed out a claw at Cyl. He jumped back. His power rained down an attack the size of small rocks. The beast avoided all while still slashing his claws and teeth at Cyl.
This was getting them nowhere.
Irritation rose. It wasn’t his own. It was his power.
The black wave dove beneath the floor. The fox focused all its attention on Cyl. He couldn’t keep this up. Most of his power wasn’t in his body. He lost more than half of his strength and speed. His senses weren’t as sharp as they needed to be. The fox’s claws slashed the air close enough to Cyl face he could taste it. He stumbled backwards. His feet couldn’t find a steady ground. He lost his balance. The fox rushed him, mouth open. Cyl had been moving too fast. He couldn’t get his feet and legs to do what he needed them to do.
Damn.
He created a staff. He pushed it into the ground. His body stopped. Crouching, he shot up as the fox demon covered him. Cyl threw the staff forward. The fox jumped back.
Cyl power erupted from the floor, covering every space in the room. Cyl spun around. The wall still protected his family. His power devoured the fox. It cheered.
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