Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter L

Angel covered her mouth as another Grigori stepped through the rippling energy field.

"Danny!" Dustyn said, his eyes watering at the sight of his friend converted into one of Holok's evil minions. The golden warlord stood at Bloody Bill's side holding two shimmering axes, one in each hand. His facial expression was as blank as his eyes.

Carter released Louisa. "Now, someone's gonna have to hold us both back," he said to the former police officer.

Louisa wiped her nose with a shirtsleeve and produced her rifle. "Yep."

Dustyn patted Azazel on the shoulder as he stepped to the front of the collection of Watchers and Original Souls with his hand behind him, indicating they should wait. "Bezaliel! Hear me witch! The sun will go down today and you will not see it! You and your Grigori allies will not leave this valley! Just show yourself, bitch!"

A low rumble rumbled in response to Dustyn's words followed by a gust of wind that blew toward him, generating a large plume of dust. The young man covered his face with an arm. When the air cleared, Dustyn and his group of ethereal fighters found the valley before them no longer empty, but filled with thousands of Grigori standing in formation only a few hundred yards away.

"Dammit!" Verne said. "I have never seen this many of those golden bastards in one place at one time. Holok must really be scared."

Shiloh slid up next to him. "I have to admit, I'm scared myself."

"Bezaliel," Azazel hissed at the sight of the Watcher standing next to a female Grigori in a flowing, seventeenth-century dress.

Gadreel glanced over at Jason. The young man did not look well. "Are you o..."

Jason's eyes rolled back in his head and he began to collapse.

The Watcher caught the teenager before he fell backwards. "I got you, Humaserha."

Jason relaxed in the Watcher's arms. Within seconds, he came to and his eyes fluttered open. "She is the Frog Woman...I remember, Mustamho. I remember!"

"Then you know who you are, don't you, Medicine Man?" Gadreel said with a smile. "I have missed you, Humaserha. Can you stand?"

"Yes, I will be fine," Jason replied and took a deep breath, standing with Gadreel's assistance.

"Where are you going, Humaserha?"

"To fight the Frog Woman."

"No, wait! You should stay here, with me," Gadreel pleaded.

"No, Mustamho, it's time to fight." Jason brushed himself off and made his way through the Cherubum to stand next to Dustyn, who acknowledged his approach with a nod. "Frog Woman, it is I, Humaserha! I also stand against you today just as I did once before!"

"Then you will once again lose your head, boy! You and your Israelite acquaintance. Hello, King David...ready to play?" the witch asked with an evil smirk.

Dustyn lowered his face and put his hands out by his sides. White electricity arced from his fingers as his eyes glowed beneath the shadow of his brow. "Isn't that why we're all here, witch?"

"FIRE!" shouted a woman's voice from behind Bezaliel.

The booms of Soul Disrupters echoed throughout the valley.

The bolts of energy dissipated before they reached Dustyn and Jason.

"What!?!!" exclaimed Countess Bathory. "Fire again, you fools!"