THE SHADOW BOOK OF DEMONS: NEAR THE END OF DAYS

CHAPTER 18: THE ESCAPE

I felt my body heavy.

After the effects of adrenaline that spiked while all the chaos, the pain from the wounds reminded me, that my current state was not a pretty sight to behold.

The shocked face of Solomon, that ran as fast as soon as everything calmed down and the sudden pained expression of Satan, reaffirmed that fact.

My eyes bothered even in the dimmed, almost darkened room.

I murmured as Satan caught me immediately as I slumped forward unto his body,

"I'm...I'm tired..."

There was a pause between us three and again, I resumed my shortened, monotone talk.

"Is... Is everyone okay?"

I could hear Solomon distantly answer,

"Yes..."

I added,

"Satan...?"

I could feel the caress of hands at my back as an obvious answer that I should take as he been just as fine as the other.

I winced in pain as I tried to move back from Satan's body.

My neck felt as if it was hit by a bat a thousand times, and I've never had that experience, but that pretty much described how it felt at the moment.

Satan's hands reached for my neck.

If I had let my instinct to flinch away take over, Satan would have made the most horrid saddest of faces ever made in history.

I closed my eyes trying my best to evade reacting in an unfavorable way and as I eased my emotions, I sighed at the touch of that soft warm skin, that moved in soft circles over my reddened skin.

Solomon used a displeased tone to address Satan as he closed in and grasping Satan by the wrists shoved him back, pulling me back into his own arms.

I was too tired to respond with the force and determination I had in mind, so I just listened carefully to both as I recollected what I could of energy to speak for myself.