DEATH SUITS HER: A Supernatural Reverse Harem Romance Adventure by Leighton Lawless

Author:Leighton Lawless [Lawless, Leighton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unforgiven Press
Published: 2018-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

19

Lazarus and the Battlefield of Corpses

Once I realize the ground is littered with corpses half-buried in the ground, I back up to get off of them, but the carpet of dead goes on for miles.

Everywhere I look, skeletal feet and hands can be seen sticking out of the muck.

At first, I push off the ground and hover to avoid the corpses beneath our feet.

My chain glows as if it’s sensing we’re about to battle.

“But their weapons are still here,” Dominic says, observing the unusual sight and trying to make sense of it. “Crossbows!”

Jessup glances at Dominic, who holds a hefty crossbow and a dozen thick arrows.

“Been a long time since I’ve used one of these,” Dominic says. “Our weaponry’s advanced all the way to the Eleventh Century.”

Dominic sizes up the crossbow. “I can finally say that I’m about to go medieval on someone’s ass.” He smirks.

I survey the skeletons. I can’t help but wonder how they even got this far.

Is Lucifer imbuing them with supernatural strength or tapping into humanity’s capacity for power? Is all this carnage a myriad of test-runs, beta tests, and experiments in warfare?

The abilities of humans are meant to be suppressed so that they might have a chance to choose righteousness over wickedness. Pride can corrupt even the purest of souls given the right circumstances.

If the Morning Star has found a way to level his warriors up, his army truly will be a force to be reckoned with.

“What happened to them?” I ask.

Michael bends and hoists a piece of leg bone. He studies the curvature of the bleached tibia, the obvious bite marks across most of the bone.

“Looks like they were someone’s lunch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

The others gather as many weapons as they can as Jessup keeps an eye glued on the hillocks.

It’s unclear what’s out in the swamp, but whatever it is, it’s pressed to the ground and remaining out of sight.

The path forward, the only path, cuts across the heart of the swamp, or as Michael would call it, The Lament Swamp.

On the sodden path, I lead the way, not because I want to, but because I’m the most eager to get to our destination. I simply do not know how much time Noah has left before it’s too late to rescue him.

Letting Moloch get his way with my flesh and blood is not an acceptable outcome. If that happens because I took too long to get there, I’ll never forgive myself.

My feet slip into the swamp’s murky liquid, which is oily and slick. A vaporous stench rises off of it as the mist envelopes everything.

I take a step and then slip, but Dominic steadies me, keeps me from falling into the murk.

“You know we risked everything to come down after you,” Dominic barks at me.

I groan. “Not you too. I’m having hard enough of a time getting Michael off my back.”

“I’m just saying,” Dominic begins before I cut him off.

“What? What the fuck are you ‘just saying?’” I spit. “That you want a fucking gold star or something?”

“How about an apology?” Dominic demands.

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