Black Magic by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: M/M romance, fantasy
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Published: 2012-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Interlude Two

Brekk tore out the throat of the white demon, heedless of the blood that covered him, already covered in so much that it would take forever to scrub it away in the frigid creek. He yanked out the sword still lodged in the demon's chest—and jerked at the way energy jolted through him. Dropping the sword with a grimace, he settled for using his claws to finish the demon once and for all, tearing through its throat until he could tear its head off. After that was finally accomplished, he summoned a bit of precious magic and set the corpse on fire, not moving until there were nothing but ash and bits of bone remaining.

When the flames finally died away, he used the tattered remains of his own tunic to wrap the sword up. He held it tightly as he launched into the sky and flew back to the woods that were all he had to call home. He landed on his feet, but immediately sank to his knees, overcome with exhaustion. Thoughts of Emel flitted through his mind, but Brekk set them aside because he would not likely see his lover for days and preferred not to torture himself by dwelling.

Setting the wrapped sword on the creek bank, he stumbled into the water and scrubbed himself clean as quickly as he could, hissing at the biting cold. Climbing out again, he headed into his tiny cabin and called up a gentle fire, letting it wash over him, warm him. He needed to conserve his energy until he was able to replenish it, but damn it all he was cold. Retrieving the sword, he carried set it on the small table near the fireplace.

Once his cabin finally began to warm up, he returned his attention to the sword. Overcome with curiosity, for he had paid it little mind when Emel had first shown it to him, Brekk slowly unwrapped it. Touching the blade, power once more jolted through him, hot and uncomfortable. Clearly, he was not meant to touch it. Anguish and pain poured through on the heels of the power, all the sharper because he understood the grief of the trapped soul. Someday, he would be the dead demon and poor Emel the paladin left in agony.

If he closed his eyes, he could feel the throb of anguish in his chest, hear the voice of the devastated soul. That shouldn't have been possible. He was no priest or paladin to feel such things, had never been able to hear the ghosts though he could see them plain enough.

The stone glowed, shimmered, bathing Brekk's dark skin in violet light. There was so much power in it that he was left hungry and aching. It reminded him too much of being a demon. He did not want those cravings to get the better of him ever again.

But he was severely depleted, and if he did not replenish himself soon the demon haze would begin to creep upon him again. He sighed, wishing for the thousandth time that he knew how to truly restore himself.

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