The Devil's Soldier (27 page)

Eve lifted her arms. Every seat in the whole stadium began to shake and vibrate at her silent command. The sound was as if a freight train the size of New York was barreling down on them. The chairs snapped from their screws and flew in the direction of Boaz and Sable. One after another, she buried them until the pile was over thirty feet high.

Behind her, Lucien had finally extinguished the raging firewall. He ran toward Henry and tore the fractured bat from his side. Lucien helped him to stand. Together, the three of them directed their energy toward the pile of chairs.

A popping sound followed by another and then another echoed out from the bottom of the pile. It took Eve a few seconds to realize what they were—Boaz was making the chairs implode.

With only a single layer of chairs left, Boaz shot out of the debris, leaping high into the air. He landed in a crouching position not far from them, his mouth tight and nostrils flaring. Sable also rose from the pile, but not as easily as Boaz had. She lifted herself into the air and floated next to him. A deep cut bled into her hairline.

"Now!" Henry yelled.

All at the same time, Eve, Lucien, and Henry exploded energy from their
hands
. The force should've crippled Boaz, but instead he waved his arm as if swatting away an annoying fly.

Boaz
eyed
the ground beneath them, his left
eye
twitching. "I will bury you all alive!"

42

The ground beneath Lucien's feet began to crumble faster than he could move out of the way. Because he was standing in the middle of Eve and Henry, he fell first into the ever-growing hole. He clawed at the earth, but there was nothing to hold onto as it kept giving way. He couldn't even find decent footing to jump from. Eve and Henry fell next.

Lucien was about to fly from the hole, when dirt began to rain down upon him. It wasn't just a sprinkle, but a raging storm of soil and stones. They smashed into his
body
, pummeling and bruising his skin. He would've tried to block them, but he was too busy trying not to get sucked farther into the deepening hole.

"Can you teleport out?" Lucien yelled over the violent tempest. It was hard to see Henry and Eve through all the muck spinning around him. He tried to scramble over to Eve, but every time he moved, he lost his footing even more. 

A flash of black filled the space for a split second. Lucien wasn't sure who had left, Henry or Eve. Hopefully both of them. Lucien slipped, falling another five feet until he managed to catch himself on something hard—a part of the stadium's foundation perhaps. The temperature was much colder here, and the stones much bigger; they could've been chunks of concrete. One smacked him in the temple, nearly rendering him unconscious.

All of a sudden, the raging earth storm stopped. Lucien glanced around. He was alone, which meant Eve was safe for the time being, at least. He took a second to catch his breath before he climbed up the deep hole. His arms were covered in cuts and bruises, and a bone-deep sharp pain shot up his leg every time it bore weight.

A loud grinding sound, like metal on metal, echoed from above followed by a grating screech as if something or
someone
was being drug alongside a concrete wall. There was a scream, but it was so pierced and full of pain that Lucien couldn't tell whom the distorted sound had come from. He hurried faster.

He reached the edge and peeked over to avoid being seen. Henry was on his back, grunting at some invisible force bearing down on him. Dread sunk into Lucien’s gut at the sight of Eve. She was pressed high against a billboard, blood covering her head and running down into her eyes and onto her cheeks. Boaz wasn't far away, his finger pointed at Eve. Sable stood behind him, smiling big. Henry was a fool to have trusted her.

"I'm afraid your time is up, love," Boaz said. "You did please me some of the time."

He reached back, almost as if retracting a bow. Lucien didn't want to see what shot from his hand. He jumped from the hole and was about send a wave of fire in Boaz's direction, but stopped when Sable removed a dagger from behind her back. She raised it high, and before Boaz knew what she was doing, she swung it down hard, effectively cutting of his hand. He wailed a great and terrible cry, and backhanded Sable with his good hand. She flipped into the air and smacked into a metal railing dozens of feet away. Her limp body fell to the ground, a plume of dust gasping around her.

With Boaz focused on his severed hand, the pressure lifted against Henry and he jumped to his feet. He bolted for Eve, who had fallen to the ground as if a broken doll.

"Hit him now, Lucien!" Henry yelled just as he managed to capture Boaz in an invisible grip.

Lucien froze, looking back and forth from Eve to Henry. As much as he wanted to go to Eve, he had to try and stop Boaz. With him injured, this may be the last chance they had.

Lucien sucked in deeply, bringing his hands toward his chest. He traveled through his mind lightning quick, searching for the door to the ancient magic. He found it
right
where it had been before. It was still closed. He let out a roar and smashed through it. The knowledge that came tumbling out almost overwhelmed him. He took hold of the sliver that made the most sense—a power to cripple—and shoved it out from him while mouthing the word "
aboleo
." An electrical energy tore through the air until it hit Boaz square in the chest.

Boaz dropped to his knees and coughed tiny rubies of blood droplets into the moonlight. He pressed his severed arm to his chest, hissing through his teeth.

Lucien and Henry continued to push their power upon him, but Lucien could tell it wouldn't be enough to kill him. Boaz's fists were clenched tight and he was concentrating so hard, his whole body was shaking.

He glanced over his shoulder at Eve still lying on the ground. "Eve! We need you!"

Her head lifted, and wide eyes shined through the blood on her face. She rose to a standing position, her lips moving. It took Lucien a moment to realize she was chanting a phrase over and over.

"The Devil comes, the Devil goes. Spirits, hear my spell. Smite the King of Darkness and drag him back to hell!"

Eve strolled toward Boaz, a growing wind whipping her hair all around. Her green eyes were practically glowing, and ribbons of black appeared in her blonde hair. Veins beneath the skin on her face swelled to deep purple and protruded eerily outward.

She snapped her hands downward, and suddenly her nails were growing into razor sharp points. She continued to chant, her voice growing louder:

"The Devil comes, the Devil goes. Spirits, hear my spell. Smite the King of Darkness and drag him back to hell!"

Boaz startled, and his eyebrows lifted at the same time his mouth dropped open. This was the first time Lucien had ever seen him afraid.

Eve stepped into the force field binding Boaz. Her black and blonde hair swirled upward, twisting in and out of each other as if snakes in their den. Boaz struck with his good hand as if to hit her, but she caught it and snapped it back, breaking his bone in two.

"Forgive me, Eve," Boaz begged, his face twisted in pain. "I only wanted to love you."

Eve lifted her clawed hands and, in one quick motion, stabbed them into Boaz's neck. As she pushed them deeper into his flesh, she growled a cry full of pain and anguish. Lucien recognized the sound: it was a torment that would not easily heal. It held no hope, no promise for a future. And in that moment he was afraid he may have lost her forever.

Eve continued to drive her nails into Boaz's neck, then jerked upwards. A sound, like leather tearing, filled the grand stadium as Boaz's head tore from his body. Eve tossed it to the side and gasped for air.

Lucien hurried over to her, but she lifted her hand to stop him, her head lowered. She was sucking in air in great hitched gulps, her shoulders trembling.

He wanted to tell her to just let it all out, drop all the pain and hurt at her feet, but then she raised her head, her face expressionless—just how it was when they had arrived at the stadium. The only evidence that she had been upset moments ago was a single tear running down her cheek. It was the only one allowed to escape the storm raging inside her.

From the corner of his eye, a shadow moved within the concourse to his right. And then another, this one bigger. Something moaned, a deep and pitiful sound, followed by a scurrying of claws against concrete.

"What is that?" Lucien whispered.

Henry limped over to him. "They've come to collect their master."

A shadow darted a short distance in front of Lucien. It was followed by dozens more. He scooted closer to Eve protectively. The small shadows skimmed across the baseball diamond in uneven patterns. It wasn't until a few of them stopped at Boaz's severed head that he was able to see their true shape—small, round center, short arms with long claws, legs a little longer. Their eyes were dark red, the kind someone would only notice in the dark if staring at the same spot for a very long time.

The creatures sniffed at Boaz's head, some of them poked at it, while others tore at his body. One of them lifted his head and let out a gurgled shriek. The others jerked to attention, as if given a command, and each one of them snagged a claw through Boaz's flesh. Together, they dragged his headless body and severed head from the field until they became one with the darkness.

Sable moaned. She was lying down on a concrete slat where a row of seats once laid. Henry hobbled over to her and helped her to sit up.

"Is it over?" she asked. "Is he dead?"

Henry nodded. "You are free, Sable. You survived."

Her eyebrows lifted and fell, and she tilted her head to the side. "I don't know how to feel."

"You will in time, but only if you make up for all of the things you have done." His eyes darted to Eve. "We both have some making up to do."

"But it was the only way." Her tone was sharp and biting.

Lucien wondered if someone like Sable, who had done horrible things against so many people, including her own daughter, could ever truly change. He glanced at Eve. Her face was pinched as if in pain. He hoped she wasn't thinking the same thing about Sable. Eve's situation was so different from hers.

"Are you ready to go home?" he asked Eve, his hand hovering near her elbow.

"I don't know what I'm ready for."

"We will take one day at a time for as long as it takes." He held out his hand.

Her gaze dropped to his outstretched palm. She reached for it, but Lucien felt no strength in her grip. He glanced back at Henry, who was helping Sable onto the baseball field, and nodded goodbye.

As he walked alongside Eve, he didn't feel any kind of satisfaction from Boaz's death. Relief, yes, but no elation, and no desire to celebrate. Boaz had taken too much from them. Their lives would never be the same again.

43

Sunlight twinkled through a thick canopy of red and orange leaves and onto Eve's face, but it wasn't enough to warm her chilled skin. She had never been colder. Rows of tall and gnarled oak trees dotted the old cemetery. Dozens of people, many of them employees of the Deific, huddled together, mourning the loss of a great man.

The priest stood at the edge of Charlie's casket that balanced over a six-foot hole. Soon his body would become trapped by four inches of cherry mahogany and several feet of compacted dirt. He shouldn't be in that hole. He should be at the Deific right now, leading, directing, encouraging, fighting, and helping people. All of that had been taken from him. He would no longer be contributing to the world. A truly positive force for good, now gone, thanks to her.

Her eyes stung from being open too
long
. She waited for as
long
as she could before blinking quickly to relieve the pain.  She hated closing her eyes. Every time she did, she saw the wooden dagger driving into Charlie's back. She saw her hand holding that dagger.

She saw other things, too. She snuck a quick peek at Lucien who was standing next to her. His eyebrows were pulled tightly together and his Adam's apple moved up and down frequently. She wished she could offer him some comfort, but for her to do that, she would have to feel some. This isn't something she would allow.

The great dark hole inside her had spread and become as cold as a glacier cave. It numbed her from the pain, but only for a short time. That's when she would have to rely on magic to block the rest. Lucien had told her that was dangerous, that there could be severe consequences. But what could be more severe than torturing the man
you
love and killing
your
best friend?

At least the necklace was safe. She had put in a place where no one would ever find it again. She wished she could bury her memories just as easily, but they would take time.

She closed her eyes and in her mind uttered a phrase: "As the devil rots, so must the memories be forgotten. Earth, air, water and fire, Spirits aid, this is my desire."

The cold blackness inside her turned warm and heavy, coating her insides like thick molasses. She no longer thought of Charlie, Lucien, or the many others she had hurt and killed. The pain, along with the memories, were just gone.

For now.