A Huntsman's Fate: A Sword And Sorcery Bundle book 1 - 3 by Liam Reese

Author:Liam Reese [Reese, Liam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-22T22:00:00+00:00

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Hell was little different Besmir discovered. The scouring, acid wind that blew almost constantly was still there. The gray ash that covered the ground like a million tiny knives ready to pierce anything that touched it was still there.

It was Besmir who was different.

When he had been here before, his body had remained in Gazluth and it had been his immortal spirit that had been sent here. Creatures called Ghoma had feasted upon him while the acid had burned his lungs from inside his chest. Yet his spirit had repaired itself despite the agony he felt.

Now, however, Besmir’s body was here as well and the effects of this world were leaving a more permanent mark on him. His hands and face were raw, scoured down by the incessant wind even though he had tried to cover them with cloth cut from his clothes. The back of his throat was sore from breathing the toxic atmosphere and he started to cough up blood as he tramped across the almost endless plain.

That had been another difference he noticed. The spirit of his father had been sent here to guard the portal to the world of the living and had taught him how he could use his will to fly from one area to another. In his physical body, Besmir was unable to do the same. Directionless and lost he carried on, hoping he was not walking in a circle and waiting for something to appear in the bleak landscape.

“Father!” He called, the wind stealing his voice.

Besmir recalled some of the creatures that existed here and decided against calling again. Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other he constructed a picture of his son in his mind. A symbol of why he was here and Besmir lost himself in the image as he plodded through Hell.

It took awhile for him to realize something was different, yet when he looked up the wind had died down and a lone figure stood before him. Horns rose from its head and his heart leaped.

“Father?”

“In a manner of speaking I suppose I am,” Cathantor said.

Now closer Besmir was able to see the varying forms that the God chose to display himself. Numerous animals blended together to produce the thing that stood before him, clothed in living fur and various skins.

“Are you here to stop me?” Besmir asked in a cracked voice.

“Here’s the thing,” Cathantor said. “Even I have rules I must follow. When we created man we gave you all free will so you could choose your own destinies, shape your own fates. That also means I can’t force you to do anything or not to do something. You see?”

Besmir stared at the God of the Afterlife, his cracked, dry lips starting to bleed as he fought to form the words that wanted to escape.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Cathantor continued. “I can make things difficult for you. Put obstacles in your path and try to steer you wrong. I just can’t understand what Mwondi was thinking when he brought you here, this is the last place I would ever want you to be.

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