BOOK 2 of the Running With Devils Series
It's been three weeks since Coralynn Bennet was dragged down to Hell and it was nothing like how she imagined it. It was a kingdom of skyscrapers but no sky. Demons ran amok, but limited their bloodthirsty te...
Song: Self-Destruction— I Prevail (such a mf banger)
AN: As promised, I finally was able to get some words down. Can I promise it's a 10/10 writing? No. But... these are all first drafts. I will be going back to edit so pleaseeeeee bear with me.
In the meantime, enjoy a sick ass montage of Mal drinking the blood of his enemies.
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The Shadow
She slipped from my grasp again and I was left alone on the top of the Tower, looking down at the city below. Flashing lights enclosed around the perimeter of the building.
I was out of time.
I exhaled the heavy breath I held in my chest and invoked my shadows to return once more. With this sword, I could take them. But even with all this power I had in my hands, I still felt unprotected. I felt so weak.
I was vulnerable to the way she'd shut the door on me as if I was nothing more than a stranger. I couldn't blame her. I felt like a stranger even to myself.
This strange new feeling I had... it originated from the weapon I currently gripped in my hand. It felt like a low electrical current running down every nerve I had in my body.
This thin frail body currently held Hell's most powerful weapon. It was built to destroy— even the bearer of the blade if it deemed them unworthy. I had risked my life in more ways than one to get this plan rolling.
"Hurry up," Azura yelled up at me. "Let's move!"
I went to place the blade back in its original position, but the sound of a gun firing from behind me made me freeze. I recognized the sound of that gun. I knew the next shot wouldn't be a warning.
"You should've stayed dead," Des said coldly.
I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply.
"It would've been much easier for the both of us if I had," I said in answer, grip tightening on the blade.
"Put down the beacon and come with me," Des ordered icily. "Don't be a fool now, Malachi. You have no idea what that thing can do."
I lifted my eyes upward to the earth that trapped us beneath.
"If I put it down, you'll still shoot," I breathed. "I don't have time for your retribution. I'm trying to stop a war—"
"You caused this," he snapped sharply, loading another bullet into the chamber. "You couldn't leave well enough alone! You had to get her involved! I know what you did. You left her in there, Mal. You left her behind in that shithole just so that you could play martyr. You're such a fucking prick!"
I tossed the sword back on its pedestal in annoyance, turning to face Des finally.
"Then what are you waiting for," I laughed. "Go on and pull that trigger. But I don't think you could even begin to comprehend the kind of web that will unravel once I'm truly out of this picture, Destiel."
