Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XX

"I don't like this one bit," Angel said, examining the frightening throne. "Did you look at this horrible thing, Danny? I wonder how many people Azazel killed to build this?"

"I really don't want to know, hon," Danny replied. "But, I do think the guys need us, even that crotchety old Watcher. I feel it."

"That's strange, I do, too. It's almost as if my soul itself is being tugged at to go back," Angel replied, tracing her finger over the chair's boney armrest. She shuddered.

"Even Dustyn said..."

"I don't care, Danny. I really think we need to be out there with him...uh, them, I mean them."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well, where you go, I go, Angel!"

"Then let's go get our fight on!" she exclaimed and the duo vanished.

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The rifle barrel flashed, belching a short burst of energy that disintegrated the upper torso of one Grigori Prime in a blaze of light. The Grigori grunts all turned their attention toward the tree house. "Whoa! That's sick!" Carter said as he pulled back the bolt, placed his finger on the trigger, and lightly squeezed once more, however, this time nothing happened. "Shit!"

Five Grigori flew from the street aiming straight for Carter's vantage point only to find themselves pounced on by one very fast Dustyn, who appeared from nowhere, meeting them in the air. Three of them lost their heads before they could turn around and the final two fell into two pieces as the former King David landed gingerly on the weed covered ground of an adjacent yard.

Carter shot Dustyn a thumbs up then sighted the second Grigori Prime. He squeezed.

"Come here you golden assholes," Dustyn thought, leaping onto the roof of Gadreel's house to save him some time. Several shingles loosened from beneath his boots and slid off the roof, one of the black tiles getting caught in a clogged rain gutter. "I need to watch that," Dustyn thought, realizing the necessity of paying attention to his footing.

The second massive Grigori Prime now found himself several feet shorter thanks to Azazel's rifle held in the hands of one talented marksman. As the Grigori's luminous body dissolved into ash, Carter decided maybe he ought to pick off some of the smaller Grigori soldiers until the third Prime showed up, so, he waited for the rifle to recharge. The sharpshooter watched Dustyn cut down a handful more of the shimmering fake angels as they attempted to get to him from the street, then he felt something grab him around the waist. "What the hell!? Hey, let me go!"

Dustyn spun to see Carter plucked from the treehouse by the final Grigori Prime. It had somehow gotten behind him. "Dammit!" he thought, as several shingles released from the angled surface beneath his feet, sending the young man falling with his back against the roof. He quickly realized his mistake would now cost the life of his friend. Lying on his back, even with a teleport Dustyn knew he would not have time to get to his feet and make it to Carter, so, he was forced to helplessly watch the large golden creature draw its fist back to plant it into the former Bass Reeve's face. "No!" he yelled.

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"Wait brother!" Azazel said, grabbing Michael by the arm. "Just watch."

"But, Carter will die!" Michael said in concern.

"No, look right there. Just watch!"

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The Grigori Prime abruptly began screeching and opened its fist, dropping Carter to the ground.

"Timber!" Danny yelled, withdrawing his saber from the golden creature's lower leg.