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attention of its brothers, who looked on with shock as Drew pressed his advantage and pummeled Sylyd’s face like a speed bag at the gym.
“No!” protested Lorelei’s captor. The moment of surprise gave her the opening she needed. Her tail left his alone and instead stabbed straight into the arm that held her jaw. The stalker jerked back its hand by reflex.
Flames shot from Lorelei’s mouth, burning fatally into the other demon’s neck and chest to exact a fatal price for its mistake.
Hurt and shocked by the sudden turn of events, Voxrel looked back and forth through its remaining good eye with sudden indecision. Sylyd was on its back. The other stalker slumped to the ground beside Lorelei, who sprang to her feet with urgent rage. Voxrel knew it could win this fight— knew it, as surely as it knew the smell of blood or the taste of flesh—but its brothers had known they could win when it was three against two. Now it was two against one.
Perhaps, it thought in a flash, Baal had known he could triumph, too.
Voxrel’s tail lashed out at Lorelei to knock her to the ground again. The blow connected, but at a cost. Lorelei wrapped her arms around the long tail and held on. Her talons dug into the appendage, painfully ruining Voxrel’s sense of balance. It stumbled face-first onto the grass, and lifted its head in time to see its troubles worsen. Drew had a clear shot at Voxrel along with a couple steps for a running start. His leather shoe landed in Voxrel’s remaining good eye hard enough to knock the demon onto its side.
Lorelei wasted no time. In the blink of an eye, her talons went from Voxrel’s tail to its throat. Her work was done in three strokes. Voxrel’s head rolled free of its shoulders before she landed a fourth. Both pieces of its body promptly began to dissolve away into nothing as she rose.
Lorelei turned to Drew. “You are unhurt?” she huffed.
“I’m straight,” he answered. “Knocked around but I’m okay. You?”
“I’ll manage.” She stepped past him to deal with the remaining stalker. Sylyd writhed on the ground, trying to pull the cracked bones of its wings from its own neck and shoulders. She stepped on Sylyd’s tail, pinning it to the ground.
Drew rushed to the window of the house, peeking inside to confirm everyone was okay. Then he stepped back to look to the street, and then the roof. “Is that all of ‘em? Are more comin’?”
“I suspect not.” She brought her talons to the back of Sylyd’s neck. “Don’t move,” she warned.
The stalker froze.
“Now you know why it is wise to wear a human husk in this world,” Lorelei said to Sylyd, her mouth close to the tiny hole that made up its ear. “Your form may feel limited, but the flesh becomes resilient. The touch of mortal courage does not cause such pain.”
“Glass cannons,” Drew muttered. Lorelei glanced back at him. He shrugged. “Hey, I ain’t as big a geek as Alex or Jason, but I got a little gamer cred.”
“End it, then,” Sylyd sneered as it shook with pain.
“Oh I think we both know I’m not so rash.”
Sylyd whimpered. It had been worth a try.
“Worry not,” she said with feigned comfort. “I have learned kindness in these last few months.” She carefully gripped one set of the bones stuck through Sylyd’s neck and pulled it out, then the other. The cracks along their length suggested they would not be much of a threat now. Sylyd winced and gasped with each removal, but did not move.
“I have only two questions,” said Lorelei.
“I’ll tell you nothing.”
She stroked Sylyd’s jaw with a single finger. “You’re sure?” she breathed into its ear.
Another whimper escaped the beast, but instead of frustration, this one signaled weakening resolve.
“Who else knows you’re here, darling?”
Sylyd resisted until it felt Lorelei’s breath against its skin. “No one,” the stalker admitted. “We hunt alone.”
“And whom do you serve, mighty hunter? Who sent
“No!” protested Lorelei’s captor. The moment of surprise gave her the opening she needed. Her tail left his alone and instead stabbed straight into the arm that held her jaw. The stalker jerked back its hand by reflex.
Flames shot from Lorelei’s mouth, burning fatally into the other demon’s neck and chest to exact a fatal price for its mistake.
Hurt and shocked by the sudden turn of events, Voxrel looked back and forth through its remaining good eye with sudden indecision. Sylyd was on its back. The other stalker slumped to the ground beside Lorelei, who sprang to her feet with urgent rage. Voxrel knew it could win this fight— knew it, as surely as it knew the smell of blood or the taste of flesh—but its brothers had known they could win when it was three against two. Now it was two against one.
Perhaps, it thought in a flash, Baal had known he could triumph, too.
Voxrel’s tail lashed out at Lorelei to knock her to the ground again. The blow connected, but at a cost. Lorelei wrapped her arms around the long tail and held on. Her talons dug into the appendage, painfully ruining Voxrel’s sense of balance. It stumbled face-first onto the grass, and lifted its head in time to see its troubles worsen. Drew had a clear shot at Voxrel along with a couple steps for a running start. His leather shoe landed in Voxrel’s remaining good eye hard enough to knock the demon onto its side.
Lorelei wasted no time. In the blink of an eye, her talons went from Voxrel’s tail to its throat. Her work was done in three strokes. Voxrel’s head rolled free of its shoulders before she landed a fourth. Both pieces of its body promptly began to dissolve away into nothing as she rose.
Lorelei turned to Drew. “You are unhurt?” she huffed.
“I’m straight,” he answered. “Knocked around but I’m okay. You?”
“I’ll manage.” She stepped past him to deal with the remaining stalker. Sylyd writhed on the ground, trying to pull the cracked bones of its wings from its own neck and shoulders. She stepped on Sylyd’s tail, pinning it to the ground.
Drew rushed to the window of the house, peeking inside to confirm everyone was okay. Then he stepped back to look to the street, and then the roof. “Is that all of ‘em? Are more comin’?”
“I suspect not.” She brought her talons to the back of Sylyd’s neck. “Don’t move,” she warned.
The stalker froze.
“Now you know why it is wise to wear a human husk in this world,” Lorelei said to Sylyd, her mouth close to the tiny hole that made up its ear. “Your form may feel limited, but the flesh becomes resilient. The touch of mortal courage does not cause such pain.”
“Glass cannons,” Drew muttered. Lorelei glanced back at him. He shrugged. “Hey, I ain’t as big a geek as Alex or Jason, but I got a little gamer cred.”
“End it, then,” Sylyd sneered as it shook with pain.
“Oh I think we both know I’m not so rash.”
Sylyd whimpered. It had been worth a try.
“Worry not,” she said with feigned comfort. “I have learned kindness in these last few months.” She carefully gripped one set of the bones stuck through Sylyd’s neck and pulled it out, then the other. The cracks along their length suggested they would not be much of a threat now. Sylyd winced and gasped with each removal, but did not move.
“I have only two questions,” said Lorelei.
“I’ll tell you nothing.”
She stroked Sylyd’s jaw with a single finger. “You’re sure?” she breathed into its ear.
Another whimper escaped the beast, but instead of frustration, this one signaled weakening resolve.
“Who else knows you’re here, darling?”
Sylyd resisted until it felt Lorelei’s breath against its skin. “No one,” the stalker admitted. “We hunt alone.”
“And whom do you serve, mighty hunter? Who sent
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