Revelations

16- A Dance With The Devil

16- A Dance with the Devil

A wave of panic hit me as soon as I laid eyes on the wretched beasts. I could feel the paralysis setting in scaring me furthermore. They prowled forward encircling me, not taking their bloodshot eyes off me for a single moment. It was almost as if they were studying me, watching to see what my next move was, but I had a feeling they already knew.

I was hugely outnumbered, not to mention unarmed. I began to tremble with fear; I could not go through the poisonous visions again. I could not and will not. It would be the death of me.

Drums. Drums. Drums.

Drums were being beaten repeatedly gradually becoming louder and faster. They seemed so close yet no one was insight, except the Liontari and me.

Voices. Voices. Voices.

"Daughter of Hecate bound in blood to a deathly evil greater than even the Gods can contain. One child must die by the hand of the other or death, destruction and devastation will follow. Who will emerge as victorious? Good or evil? Good or evil? Good or evil?"

"I will kill every one of your precious little friends while you watch the life slowly slip away from them. Then I will kill you in the most torturous way possible, you will die at my hand and no other."

"I will kill every one of your precious little friends."

"You will die at my hand and no other."

I am going delirious; my mind could not comprehend any of this. Flashes of the ambush at Madame Calista's flooded my mind like a tidal wave. I remember lying on the ground screaming in agony for the voices to stop, the Liontari entering through the portal of blood. The beast sauntering towards me, then I struck it down with the jewelled dagger. That snippet of my memory sent a shiver down my spine, the realisation that I have no weapon, but myself.

No, no, no, not this. Definitely not this, please not this.

The poisonous nightmare returned penetrating my mind and overtaking my senses. The apartment inferno, the thick black smoke filling my lungs and the screams of my father, my real father burning alive metres away from me. Yet, I could do nothing but lie there and listen on as if nothing was happening.

Not the figure, not the faceless one anything but that. I plead with my mind to rid of these torturous thoughts, why do I torment myself further? I am the architect of my own hell, I am the one doing this, why can't I stop?

A low growl emerged from one of the Liontari shaking me out of my thoughts bringing me back down to reality. Sheer panic and fear set in as the Liontari drew closer; the drumming became louder pounding against my fragile skull. I fell to the ground my knees sinking into the thick, wet mud. My hands squeezing my head as if it would eliminate all the bad memories.

I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.

I could feel the hot breath of the Liontari tickle my neck and that was the moment. That was the moment which triggered my defence mechanism. Fire burst outwards from me incinerating anything within a three mile radius. The flames lingered on my skin as if they were my own personal shield. I scanned my surroundings to find carcasses of the Liontari parts of their flesh were still alight.

I felt like all of the energy had been taken out me making me feel a bit light headed. I lay down not caring about the puddle of mud consuming my once burgundy locks. There was something about this eerie silence that unnerved me to the core. I took a deep breath in and out trying to calm myself down so the flames would disappear. I looked up at the misty, night sky the stars twinkled like little diamonds around the silvery, full moon.