Demon Hunterz: Annihilation (Book 3)

Chapter 2: Waning magic

The days trudge pass in a boring blur. We crossed lands that felt like continents. Watching the skies fade from black to red and black once more. Interrogating monsters using magic. Garadex by probing their minds with mental feelers. Breaking their wills by replaying harsh memories until they are unable to tell reality from imagination. Me on standby, glaring over his shoulder with a raised palm and a scorching ball of wicked fire.  

If they fought back, I tore into them with fiery fists until they stopped moving. The bigger ones I summon fiery chains tipped with the heads of arrows, I whip them through the air with speed that made them hiss through the wind and pierce their hearts and skull until they dropped dead. 

With a crooked smile soaked in blood, I called my new move Lucifer's dance. Garadex merely smacks his thin lips and blows off the name with a shoo of his hand. 

Yet, the more we searched through the vast land of the demons, the more reality shoved its dirty paws down our throats that this was humanity's downfall. That just like the dinosaurs, we were next on the big extinction chart. Only this time around, instead of being instantly wipe out by a asteroid of death, mankind will witness their end up close and personal, as we are picked off the earth one by one...

"Get a move on will ya, old man?" I jab at him spitefully, taking the lead in stride. My long arms swinging as I poke my chest out with purpose.

The powerhouse magician had trouble following behind me. His breaths comes out in strained wheezes. Sweat constantly drips down his face. The wrinkles on forehead now deep, angry looking lines. His eyelids were twitching to stay open, as constant sweat made him wince give off a beady-eyed expression. I could've sworn I saw a new liver spot or two on his left cheek.

Overall--he looks like shit.

The both of us are now in a very, familiar territory. Not too different from the one we were just in. It has the same blood-colored sky. White, wispy clouds. Yet we were walking on ground bearing cracks . Like hundreds of dried off river trails that stretch on for an eternity of brown in all directions.

I doubt even demons would want to live in a shit hole like this.

That one thought slips a sly smirk outta me.

Seeing this all again brought back memories of a time I don't want to speak of. Back when it was just me, Frankie, Mitch, Tammy, and Sophie first venturing into Demon Territory. Hell bent on saving the world like we were some damn superheroes out of some fucked up comic book.

What fools we were. 

That day, the Elites stepped in and showed us why they were the top dogs. They alone showed me that their amazing display of power, is why this world hasn't burned yet. Made me actually think with them around, we actually had a chance against them. And then, me seeing Samantha and Tammy thrown down. I still remember that heart-wretching moment of when my sister stabbed her through her neck, and I thought I lost Tammy for good.

"We were never meant to be."

Those words still haunt me. Just what on earth was she implying? The way she said it, it was as if she was saying the sun would rise another day, or that the sky was blue. Her words were spoken so matter-of-factly that it seemed wrong.