The Concession

Chapter Twenty Six

I will make your oppressors eat their flesh, and they shall be drunk with their blood as with wine. Then all flesh shall know that I am the Lord your Saviour and your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob.
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~Battle occurring simultaneously with Fil's disappearance...~

"We can't lose." Hope gritted her teeth warding off yet another demon.

"We have to get to William," Seth said beside Hope.

They were not on the physical plane, this was the spirit realm. It was wide, dark and eery. You couldn't see its end.

Swords clanked against awords causing a hazardous ripple to the lifeless void around them.

The battle raged on.

Hope's breathing was ragged. She'd never had to face that many opponents at once. She was getting worn out.

This was the spirit realm where warfare went down.

An explosion resounded beside them maiming at least five of them.

The void was bare, there was only darkness as far as the eyes could see.

The demons were more than they thought. They really wanted William so badly.

Strangely enough, the demons had armors on but each demon was different in how it looked, moved, and spoke.

The Christian soldiers were on the left; they were about a hundred, fully armored and ready to fight.

On their right were millions of demons armed to the teeth and in their midst was a dragon. He was red and had coals of fire for eyes.

Among the demons, Seth recognized people. Humans, or rather their spirits. They were the 'wicked' people like Bennett who had no qualms killing those who stand in their master's way.

There were dozens of them. Hope had no doubt they'd been sent by Bennett along with countless other demons.

She knew he had demons that dwelled inside of him, three to be exact. They give him orders from their master and he gives them orders to execute.

They also gave him spiritual prowess like reinforced strength and protection. A bullet couldn't kill him, but a sword blessed by the blood of the Lamb will.

I have to be strong. Hope's grip tightened around her sword.

It was chaos all around her. People and demons alike fell as the battle increased in intensity.

Hope had felt William's fear, it'd been so palpable in the cage they'd kept his soul. Hope wanted him to be free. He didn't deserve all he's been through. The devil had meant to use him to take over the world, and he wasn't about to give him up.

Hope had felt his pain as the knife pierced his heart; it was one of the diverse ways he'd been tortured. Fil was truly a monster, tormenting him was next to nothing to him.

The cherished wanted to save him, hence the battle. There were thousands not unlike William who were bound by the devil in so many ways.

The battalions were stationed, every man to his post. The nine cherished led the battle at the forefront.

Some of the soldiers with them won't be conscious until the morning; they were fighting on the astral plane in their sleep.

"Hope, behind you!" An arrow shot past her face, barely missing her left eye by an inch. Her eyes were wide. She'd totally zoned off. She would have been dead had she reacted a second late.