Hell's Throne (The Devil's Assistant Series - 5 ) - Unedited

Hell's Throne - Chapter 27

There was a strained silence in the wake of Terran's sudden death but it took just a moment for the beast's words to settle in. And then the demons surged towards the door as they fought one another to escape its wrath.

Several demons stumbled and fell to the ground in the swarm. Their cries were loud as they were trampled underfoot by their co-conspirators. No one stopped. No one looked back. There was no honour among these demons - every demon looked out for himself as they scrambled for survival.

My mouth felt dry as I turned away from the chaotic scene and focused on the main threat in the room. The Soul Stealer. The ease with which it had dispatched Terran sent fear flooding through my body.

The fear intensified when the beast turned towards the fleeing group. And then, with a flick of his wings, familiar black bolts emerged from the wing tips and hurtled towards the crowds. Again and again it struck. The screams of agony grew louder as more and more fell under the Soul Stealers onslaught.

A few managed to escape, their footsteps pounding against the floor at their hasty retreat, but most were impaled by the black rods and fell to the floor dead. It drew quiet far too quickly. Over one hundred demons were strewn before the throne room doors in a matter of minutes; still and silent upon the floor. Several still had their eyes wide open, their bodies rigid with the terror of their dying moments.

If I survived this, their expressions would surely haunt my dream. The orb against my chest pulsed, filling me with a soothing warmth of Lucius's spirit.

Turning my attention to the beast above, despite my fear, I felt resolve growing within me. This beast was powerful. It was an unknown. But one thing I did know for certain was that it needed to be stopped if I was going to protect my family. A family that included fallen angels and even the devil himself.

"I cannot decide whether you are brave or stupid." The Soul Stealer said with a derisive snort, its eyes falling upon those of us that remained. "It doesn't matter. In the end, you are all the same. A bag of meat with a single precious thread within you."

The Soul Stealer drifted down, its feet drifting just a foot or so above our heads. He set his eyes upon Lucius and his head tilted oddly to the side. "Although you are somewhat of anomaly. How is a puppet walking without its strings?"

Lucius's top lip curled upwards exposing his canines, a snarl escaping his lips. His knees bent and his entire body coiled in preparation to strike.

The beast laughed. "It's like a mouse trying to be bear."

The birdlike eyes swept over us all dismissively. And then those cold hawkish eyes jumped back to me as his features contorted into an expression of unrestrained fury. "THIEF. That's mine."

My eyes glanced down and I instinctively placed a protective hand over the orb. "It's not yours. It was never yours." I replied fiercely.

The beast's wings arced backwards and I bit back a curse. And then I was running as fast as my feet could carry me. The ground shook as lethal black shard impaled the ground where Castiel and I had been standing just moments before. Again and again, the beast launched the poles at us. Why did I have to open my mouth?

Another pole shot in front on me, forcing me to drop low to the ground and slide beneath it. I was glad for the thick leather that protected my already battered body from further injury as debris a caught against the material.

And then I was up on my feet once more, hunched over as I tried to avoid the Soul Stealer's attached. Hurtling forwards, I ducked behind Lucius's throne and came to a stop.

Panting from effort, I took a moment to calm my racing heart. Then, after drawing in a steadying breath, I peered around the edge of the crystal throne. I heard the whistle first. Pulling back, I felt the breeze as another bolt flew past me and struck the wall behind me.