shaman chpt 5 part 5

shaman chpt 5 part 5

The followers of Turel and Hananel stormed from the bizarre lake, riding great hellish beasts. Ariel flew into their midst but before Igneus had struck down the first riders, the weapon in Josh’s hand fired. The deadly blast knocked a demon from the back of a hell-beast. The demon dangled from the beast’s stirrups that dragged it across the grounds. Ariel soared down and separated the head from the hell-spawn’s neck. The rider lay unmoving on the field but seconds later rose back up. This demon was larger than the jinn that serve Mesphisto. It was both grace and gargoyle. It was one of the Nephilim, the descendants of Turel.

They rode down from Grayson Peak on the ghastly beasts. The divisions of the Nephilim and the vampires were a thousand strong. Igneus became fire and lightning in the hands of the seraph. Rumaiv glowed white-hot, consuming riders and forbidden creatures with scorching flames.

Nicole moved by the side her brother, wearing the ring, Pentalpha, on her right hand. The five-pointed star that adorned the ring was the consumer of monsters and demons. The ground trembled with the pounding hooves. Between the lodge and the nearby hills fires burned over the landscape. Sirens wailed, then ended when a barrier appeared, cutting the lodge off with an impassable wall.

Josh found himself separated from the others and nearly out of ammunition. He pressed up against the fence that encircled the pens, fumbling through his pockets for more shells. The hell-spawn stopped only a few yards away from him and the rider dismounted. The Nephilim appeared disfigured, the mouth warped into a painful grimace. The dark deep-set eyes regarded the terrified man before it. Josh aimed the shotgun and pulled the trigger. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. The monster uttered a guttural sound could have been mistake for a laugh.

A long sinewy arm reached out toward him but Josh swung the shotgun like a baseball bat and broke the gun in half across the demon’s face. For a moment, the Nephilim cried out in pain and astonishment but recovering swiftly it seized him by the throat.

Josh dangled several feet over the battleground. The demon’s hand was choking the life from him. His world grew dim and the surrounding cries of battle became stilled. THe demon loosened his grip and Josh tumbled to the ground. The last thing he saw were the great jaws of Skool swiftly descending to swallow the Nephilim whole. Turel heard the demon’s brief death wail, and then rode from the carnage on a great black stallion. He charged for Skool with his ebony sword held aloft.

“You have slain the firstborn of my children, wolf. Now by my blade you will die.” Igneus crashed down shattering Turel’s sword in half. With a second swift motion, Turel fell at Ariel’s feet. “Finish it.” Turel demanded. Thundering hooves distracted the seraph. Ariel turned and saw Tophet rearing up in the distance. A cowled figure sat atop the black steed. The rider’s sword was in its sheath and it seemed to the angel that this stranger was merely observing the combat. Ariel stared at the figure who nodded and then drove off. When the angel turned back, Turel was gone.