Spiritus Animalis (Empath #2) ✔️

Chapter Seventeen

Emily cursed under her breath, of course she knew that her charge was going to follow the other hellhound, if only she could have tamed the other one. But now here she was defenseless. Her brother not being able to do much of anything. She didn't think that turning human was going to affect how they were going to defend the earth from a demon with a stick up his ass.

She watched from the cage as Mammon ordered the only hellhound, he had left to attack her charge. Emily screamed in fear when suddenly something unexpected happened. She was shocked but at the same time also proud, instead of the second hellhound attacking Abigail, it approached her. It's tail thumping on the ground as she held out her hand to pet it.

"What?!" Mammon exclaimed. "Dumbass!" he yelled.

The hellhound whimpered.

"You were supposed to take her out! Not play tamed!" Mammon continued. "No matter I'll deal with this the old-fashioned way,"

Mammon held out his hand and summoned a large two-pronged sword. Emily's eyes grew wide as she knew exactly what kind of sword that was. Each prince of hell had a weapon they had created. For Lucifer it was the trident, as for Mammon, he had created the twin blade. On either side of the blade were that resembled claws. An image of Mammon was carved in the center of it, which connected the handle to the sword.

Emily glanced at Abigail. Her breath caught, despite angels not breathing as much since they couldn't even taste. However, from the reaction Abigail was giving, it looked as if she wasn't scared. Anyone who came face to face with the twin blade would face serious consequences. For the twin blade will bring out the worst in someone if and only if it strikes that person on the skin.

"You think that scares me?" Abigail stated.

Abigail held out her hand, a weapon began to form. At first, she had a hard time summoning it but the minute she put all her intentions into the blade was the moment a teal Katana appeared in her hands.

"What?!" Mammon exclaimed. "How?!"

"I guess when you really believe in yourself you can do anything!"

Mammon snarled. The hellhounds instantly ran at Mammon and attacked him; however, Mammon easily kicked them aside like they were nothing.

"Now let's see how you do,"

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Althea and Peter were down in the basement, they hoped that Abigail was still upstairs keeping everyone in check. But something didn't sit right with Althea. It was too easy. Especially when it came to entering the house. Someone was trying to hide something, she pulled out her phone and turned on her flashlight. It was so dark, and she didn't know if anything else lurked in the darkness.

Her phone light only showed things in front of her that were two or three feet away.

"Are we sure that this isn't a trap?" Peter said.

"I don't know man," Althea said. "Something isn't right about this, it feels like these stairs are endless,"

"I'd recommend just keeping your eyes peeled for anything dangerous," Peter suggested.

As if reading his mind, Althea turned and ran straight into a spider web. She squealed in fear as she tripped and nearly went toppling down the stairs if Peter hadn't caught her and pulled her to safety.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

"Yeah..." Althea said, "I'm fine."

Althea glanced down at his chest and saw how close she was. Her eyes widened as she stepped back. Suddenly, she started to feel warm. Unsure of how to react, she turned away.

"You know, if you wanted to fall into my arms, you could have just done it," Peter stated.

"Shut up!" Althea exclaimed. "Let's go!"

The two walked the creepy flight of stairs until they finally made it down to the basement. Althea grumbled to herself as it felt like she was going down a stairway in a castle. She held the flashlight up and right in front of them they saw what looked to be an old wooden door.

"You have got to be kidding me," Peter stated. "We came all the way down here just to get to another damn door?" he continued. "There better not be another set of stairs,"

"If they were, at least you'd be losing weight," she chuckled.

"You did not just call me fat," Peter frowned.

"Hey, it was starting to get boring, I had to come up with a way to keep the audience interested,"

The two made their way over to the door, the old wooden door had markings on it, as she approached it, she noticed that for the most part, the wording on the door was in Latin. She tried to decipher it but when she couldn't figure out what it said, she turned to Peter for assistance.

"Peter?" Althea said. "Can you read Latin?"

Peter took a closer look at the door.

Go no further, turn back! For what lays on the other side will be your demise.

Peter gulped. Althea waited.

"I don't think we should go through that door," He warned, "That set of stairs alone was long, there might be something on the other side that we need to worry about."

Althea scoffed. No way was she going to let a crummy old door get in her way. Her angel could be trapped on the other side, and they wouldn't know it. Rather than listening to Peter, Althea grabbed the cold iron doorknob and pushed it open. She stepped inside and noticed they were in the basement. However, the basement looked less of a bottom floor and more along the lines of a torture room.

There were weapons that were hanging against the wall. From Daggers to axes. All of them were hanging up as if someone wanted to display them. In the center of the room, there was a large wooden table littered with nothing but bloodied weapons. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she slowly walked over to the table. Glancing to the right she stumbled. Her eyes widen. Another table sat there only this time it was sitting up but not fully.

On the floor she saw what looked to be rune markings. Runes that were ancient it could trap an angel. The lines didn't look like much but from the way it was drawn, she was certain the angel was tortured by someone.

"Glad you idiots decided to show up," A voice said from behind.

Peter and Althea turned and standing there in the center of the room was none other than the servants of evil themselves.