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let him go; the smell of his fallen angel’s blood drew the abomination and its children to him.
Mallus leaned back against the wall; the scars upon his shoulders weren’t itching anymore. He braced for battle with the demonic thing, but it did not come to be. A howl pierced the air, and with that Mallus heard the familiar sound of flapping wings.
Clutching his bleeding chest, he slid down the tiled wall, vision blurring, but before unconsciousness snatched him away, he saw the most magnificent sight.
An angel, wielding a burning sword of fire, landed atop the hellish beast, ending its blighted existence.
* * *
Cameron screamed as he descended upon his target.
Spinning his sword around as he dropped, he drove the fiery blade into the abdomen of the spider, setting ablaze some of the straggler children that still clung to their mother. The sword passed through the monster’s body and into the concrete, pinning Uttu to the floor.
The creature bucked and wailed, its limbs flailing as it struggled to escape.
Cameron left his weapon pinning Uttu to the subway station floor, and flew to face the beast. He was amazed that the thing’s head still burned, that it still fought to live.
Before Uttu could attack again, Cameron created another flaming blade and severed the burning head from the spider’s body with one swift and decisive blow.
The spider’s death throes were violent, but they eventuallycalmed, and then stilled. Cameron then touched the tip of his sword to the monster’s body, setting its remains ablaze.
The sprinkler system went off, showering Cameron in artificial rain. It felt good against his skin as it washed the stink of evil from his clothes and exposed flesh.
He scanned the platform for any of the wretched babies, and saw that there were none to be found. But littering the ground were the bodies of people who hadn’t managed to escape and had been caught up in the spider’s struggles or attacked by Uttu’s children. Cameron felt a wave of guilt pass over him. He knew he had done his best, but he hadn’t been able to keep the beast from the subway station.
A moan came from someplace behind him, and Cameron turned to see an older man slumped against the wall, sitting in an expanding puddle of blood. His eyes were merely slits, but Cameron could see that the man was actually alive and not a corpse filled with feasting spiders.
Cameron went to the man and knelt down beside him.
The man clutched at his chest.
“Here, let me see,” Cameron said, reaching out to pull the man’s hands away so that he could see the extent of the wounds. He examined the bleeding gash but also saw something else.
The man’s flesh, almost every inch of it, was covered in strange tattoo-like markings.
Cameron gasped as the man grabbed his wrist in a powerful grip.
“Have to get out of here,” the injured man said deliriously. “Have to go before… before they find…”
He then slipped into unconsciousness, and from the amount of pooling blood on the platform, Cameron knew that the man didn’t have much time before he was gone.
But the markings—the Nephilim couldn’t take his eyes from them.
Cameron knew what he had to do. He got to his feet and lifted the man into his arms. He was going to take him back to the school. Kraus should be able to heal him.
And maybe they would learn the meaning of the strange markings that covered the man’s body.
Cameron called upon his wings, bringing them around to cover him and the dying man in his arms, and thought about the school that had become his home.
And the chewing out he was likely to receive upon his return.
CHAPTER FIVE
T hough he’d been to the library with Lorelei many times, Dusty still had trouble wrapping his brain around what he saw.
A door that looked like it should have led to a broom closet instead opened to one of the biggest libraries that he had ever seen.
It seemed to go on forever.
Lorelei had tried to explain it. There was
Mallus leaned back against the wall; the scars upon his shoulders weren’t itching anymore. He braced for battle with the demonic thing, but it did not come to be. A howl pierced the air, and with that Mallus heard the familiar sound of flapping wings.
Clutching his bleeding chest, he slid down the tiled wall, vision blurring, but before unconsciousness snatched him away, he saw the most magnificent sight.
An angel, wielding a burning sword of fire, landed atop the hellish beast, ending its blighted existence.
* * *
Cameron screamed as he descended upon his target.
Spinning his sword around as he dropped, he drove the fiery blade into the abdomen of the spider, setting ablaze some of the straggler children that still clung to their mother. The sword passed through the monster’s body and into the concrete, pinning Uttu to the floor.
The creature bucked and wailed, its limbs flailing as it struggled to escape.
Cameron left his weapon pinning Uttu to the subway station floor, and flew to face the beast. He was amazed that the thing’s head still burned, that it still fought to live.
Before Uttu could attack again, Cameron created another flaming blade and severed the burning head from the spider’s body with one swift and decisive blow.
The spider’s death throes were violent, but they eventuallycalmed, and then stilled. Cameron then touched the tip of his sword to the monster’s body, setting its remains ablaze.
The sprinkler system went off, showering Cameron in artificial rain. It felt good against his skin as it washed the stink of evil from his clothes and exposed flesh.
He scanned the platform for any of the wretched babies, and saw that there were none to be found. But littering the ground were the bodies of people who hadn’t managed to escape and had been caught up in the spider’s struggles or attacked by Uttu’s children. Cameron felt a wave of guilt pass over him. He knew he had done his best, but he hadn’t been able to keep the beast from the subway station.
A moan came from someplace behind him, and Cameron turned to see an older man slumped against the wall, sitting in an expanding puddle of blood. His eyes were merely slits, but Cameron could see that the man was actually alive and not a corpse filled with feasting spiders.
Cameron went to the man and knelt down beside him.
The man clutched at his chest.
“Here, let me see,” Cameron said, reaching out to pull the man’s hands away so that he could see the extent of the wounds. He examined the bleeding gash but also saw something else.
The man’s flesh, almost every inch of it, was covered in strange tattoo-like markings.
Cameron gasped as the man grabbed his wrist in a powerful grip.
“Have to get out of here,” the injured man said deliriously. “Have to go before… before they find…”
He then slipped into unconsciousness, and from the amount of pooling blood on the platform, Cameron knew that the man didn’t have much time before he was gone.
But the markings—the Nephilim couldn’t take his eyes from them.
Cameron knew what he had to do. He got to his feet and lifted the man into his arms. He was going to take him back to the school. Kraus should be able to heal him.
And maybe they would learn the meaning of the strange markings that covered the man’s body.
Cameron called upon his wings, bringing them around to cover him and the dying man in his arms, and thought about the school that had become his home.
And the chewing out he was likely to receive upon his return.
CHAPTER FIVE
T hough he’d been to the library with Lorelei many times, Dusty still had trouble wrapping his brain around what he saw.
A door that looked like it should have led to a broom closet instead opened to one of the biggest libraries that he had ever seen.
It seemed to go on forever.
Lorelei had tried to explain it. There was
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