“See originally the plan was to take your bitch here and use her as leverage but then Daddy dearest fucked up using that pathetic mortal and getting himself thrown into the very prison he was trying to gain access to.” Draven started struggling when he heard this and one chain snapped before Alex walked over to me and forced Draven’s submission by holding the dagger to my throat.
“Do you want to see more of her blood, is that it?! ‘Cause I will gladly oblige.” Draven’s demon rumbled out a growl before calming enough for Alex to put away the threat.
“That’s better. Now, let’s get back to it should we? You will take this blood into Tartarus and use it to first free my father, then you will give the rest to him. Only when I see my father back here will I give you back your Electus.”
“This won’t end well for you. Nephilim.” Draven promised as Alex stalked back to him and just as he grabbed the chain and pulled it tight across Draven’s bare torso he leant down and said,
“Oh but haven’t you heard…the Nephilim was my brother, before I killed him of course!” And then after slipping the vial of blood into Draven’s pocket he stepped back and clapped his hands. Draven’s body, like mine, was suddenly surrounded by flames, reaching up until I could no longer see him.
“DRAVEN!!!” I screamed but it was pointless because what Alex told me next meant that once again my past was coming back to haunt not only me but Draven as well…
“Oh don’t you worry, he’ll be back and with him an old friend of yours.”
“What are you talking about?!” I snapped having enough of his games.
“My Father is…” I held my breath and waited for the end of all my hope to come crashing against the walls I had guarding my mind. As now I finally realised they were all pointless in this battle. Because who exactly was the Venom of God and why had the same blood that ran through Alex’s veins become poison to Lucius?
The answer was but one name…
“Sammael.”
To be continued in
The Pentagram Child
Part 2.
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The Pentagram Child
Part 2
Draven
Chapter 44
Venom of God.
I had watched many horrors in my countless lifetimes but none even came close to watching the woman you loved in dying agony. Seeing each wound lacerate her body over and over was living a torture of the likes I had never known. The battle that raged inside of me was a torrent of emotion flooding my senses with both the need to kill and destroy and that to protect. I knew what needed to be done in order to keep the balance of my people and the mortals we shared this Earth with but seeing my girl in danger overrode all of that mentality.
So I took her place and could only pray that in my absence she would remain safe. I had to believe that or my demon would take over completely and seeing where I had now come, I needed that belief more than ever. It would be so easy to let myself go completely and free the beast that fuels my rage. It too wanted his girl safe and unharmed and anything that threatened that only needed to be eradicated in the eyes of the demon. But what the cretin didn’t know and what my Keira had to trust in was that I too had a plan.
Belphegor had been more than helpful after our persuasive chat and I was surprised when so little force was needed for him to crack. It had been a shame really as I had hoped to have relieved some of the mounting pressure I felt from having my Electus taken from me. But one look at me entering that Dublin pub and his vessel had nearly relieved itself. After that he had told me all I needed to know about one Alex Cain and his sordid family history.
I had to hand it to Sammael and the sheer depth of his plans. They had taken root near the very beginning of time. But unbeknown to all of us it was only through the right alinement of the planets and all levels of Heaven and Hell could such a feat be accomplished. And that feat was the key to unleashing the Titans, a key that I now held in my hand at the mouth of Tartarus.
I looked down at the vial of blood in my palm and then back up at the black volcanic wasteland that surrounded the Mountain. I knew where I needed to go and what lay in the belly of the prison. Around the centre was the main part where the prisoners were kept. Where the worst of Hell’s demons that could not be tamed remained forever bound.
The sides of Mount Tartarus weren’t made from demonic rock formations at all but something far more sinister. It was a steep maze made from the stone bones that represented the mortal victims of each incarcerated inmate. As each new prisoner is added, the walls of the mountain grow from the lost souls of the lives taken and in fact become a piece of the guilty’s punishment. And all this is spawn from the core in which it surrounds. Its centre was the heart from which true evil was born…