When He Calls (Moons of Nibiru - Book #1)

chpt - 45: take me home, my love

TWO MORE CHAPTERS!!!

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DAWSON HAD BOUGHT THE NIGHTSHADE FLOWERS from some sketchy florist, not really sure how he was going to get the jester to consume them. Nonetheless, he brought them with him to the fight, hoping the flowers would be their trump card, but also hoping they would be able to kill the jester without having to use a trump card.

Sadly, their efforts at even grounding the monster were futile. So Dawson had no choice but to find a way to feed the nightshade flowers to Danjal. He went through all the ways, and all but one worked—one that wouldn't make it obvious he was carrying a surplus of poison.

While the monster was preoccupied, Dawson hurried to his weekender and shoved all the flowers inside his shirt, jersey, and all inside his pockets. He even shoved some into his mouth; there was no way he was going to survive the night, anyway.

And then Dawson called on to the monster, accepting what was about to happen to it.

Danjal consumed Dawson, unknowingly consuming the great amount of nightshade flowers as well. And now the poison was setting in, He would soon fall from the sky as his nerves were paralyzed, and he would either die from the poison or from his opponents gutting him.

Danjal flew higher, the poison travelling through his system. He floated out over the area, the attention of his active and undamaged senses drawn by sounds coming from the town below. Not many lights were on, but that didn't stop the town from looking vibrant and alive.

To hell with discretion, Danjal thought as he turned in the direction of the peaceful town. If he was going out that night, he might as well take some lives along with him.

Under the dark sky, Danjal, the monstrous amalgamation of nightmarish proportions, convulsed with spasms of agony as the deadly nightshade poison coursed through his immense form. Dawson Lively, unwitting carrier of the fatal cargo, had been consumed moments ago, his essence blending malevolently with the creature's dark, primordial core.

Danjal's sharp hearing heard people wandering the town at that hour of night look up at him, noticing his large body in the night sky. Even vehicles on the road stopped so that their passengers could look out the windows in awe at the unidentified flying object.

Marbel, an unpopular and tranquil haven nestled amidst verdant hills, now quivered under the looming threat of Danjal. His segmented body, a grotesque mosaic of black and white, writhed with unnatural strength and purpose. With each thunderous movement, the world below trembled in fearful anticipation as Danjal bore down upon the unsuspecting populace.

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"Oh my god, is it going for the town?" Olivia asked in disbelief when she saw the creature's focus on the area behind them, and then its departure in that direction.

"Sheriff Carl, we have to go!" Ryan said, stumbling towards the man. "Alert your men, or something! People are about to be killed!"

"Ryan, what's going on?" Sheriff Carl asked him instead, pistol still in his hands.

"Fuck, we don't have time for this!" Ryan cried out angrily. "Tell your men to shoot that thing down before..."

Ryan was interrupted by the sudden outburst of screams, heard from afar, coming from the town.

"It's dying." They all turned around, the voice they heard coming from Wren. She had started to regain herself, even got back up on her feet, but her left eye was still completely black.