Shadow's Seduction(38)
“Pardon me, demon, I’m not one to tell you how to do your job—but won’t that attract Wendigos?”
More clapping. “Exactly.”
“Ah. So we’ll be the first in the Lore to voluntarily draw the notice of a legion of these creatures?”
“Yeah.”
Mirceo shrugged. “Very well.” If the demon said this needed to be done, then so be it. He brandished his sword and fell into place beside Caspion. “Onward!”
Red eyes glowed in the distance as a Wendigo loped out of the canyon toward them. Another followed it. And another. . . .
They had long, stretched-out faces, dripping fangs, and daggerlike claws. Patches of greasy hair grew over their gray skin. Remnants of clothing clung to their withered, hunchbacked bodies—because they’d once been sentient beings.
As the Wendigos charged, more joined them from behind dunes, their number growing like an avalanche. Dozens of them. A wall of the creatures approached from about a hundred feet away.
“Onward?” Caspion demanded, snatching free his sword. “You don’t think I’m crazy for drawing that?”
Eighty feet away . . .
“There’s a fine line between crazy and brave. I trust you in all things—except in relationship matters. Then you must bow down to me.”
Fifty feet away . . .
Caspion scanned the wave. “If we live through this, the hunters at the tavern will never believe we took on this many Wendigos. Must be a hundred.” He was in attack position, so comfortable with a sword.
Mirceo’s gaze would’ve lingered on the stalwart demon’s form, but even he had to take the approaching threat seriously. “They will when I recount our tale. Since I can’t lie.”
Thirty feet away . . . As the creatures closed in, the blustery winds couldn’t dispel their putrid stench.
Caspion slid him a look. “Any immortal with sense would cut and run at this point.”
“Leave?” Mirceo scoffed. “You know I’ll always fight by your side, demon. In any case, this is the best date I’ve ever been on.”
“We are not on a date.”
Mirceo laughed.
Ten feet away . . .
Caspion swung for the closest one, beheading it. The creature’s brown blood sprayed on the wind. Mirceo got the next one, slicing the Wendigo so fast that its head remained in place until the body toppled over.
Mirceo shared a look with Caspion. Cool. “We’re tied, old man. But I wager I’ll drop more than you.”
Voice exhilarated, the demon said, “Oh, you’re on, leechling! A fool and his money . . .” He took down one more. And a third. But they kept coming.
Mirceo got busy, tracing into the fray. Soon they were tied at six each. Corpses began to pile up, body parts littering the fight zone.
“Watch where you’re stepping! Don’t trip over a head.”
“Speaking of head”—Mirceo decapitated a hulking Wendigo—“I’ll drink from you that way every night for eternity.”
As Caspion swung a killing blow, he muttered, “Shouldn’t have happened.”
“Surely you don’t regret that pleasure.” Mirceo slashed at another Wendigo, dropping it.
The demon felled his as well. “Not many males would regret a blowjob. Doesn’t mean I want to repeat it with you.”
Lout!
Soon the creatures surrounded them. Mirceo and Caspion drew in, back to back, as they often had when outnumbered in brawls. Mirceo could always predict the demon’s sallies and evasive movements, falling into a rhythm with him.
Even as he fought on, Caspion said, “What happened doesn’t change anything. I can’t let it.”
“It changes everything! You’ve come with me four times. Safe to say that you lust for me as much as I do you. Anything else can be managed.” I can learn to be what you need. Mirceo slew a large male.
Caspion hacked at a particularly belligerent one. “You mean I can be managed.” Dead Wendigos lay scattered; the living clambered over the massacred to reach them.
“We both can. Aren’t relationships made of compromise?” Slash.
Slice. “What would a spoiled prince like you know about compromise? When have you ever had to give an inch on anything?”
Swing. “I know I’m ready to for you.”
“Above all things”—jab—“I want a faithful mate.” Caspion dodged razor claws, then struck. “You might think you can be true, but you’re too young to know for certain.”
Mirceo pivoted, searching for another target. Caspion shifted with him, doing the same. Headless Wendigos twitched all around them—easily more than a hundred—and no more charged them.