Darkblade Avenger by Andy Peloquin

Author:Andy Peloquin [Peloquin, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Fantasy Fiends Publishing Inc.
Published: 2019-06-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

The dagger plunged into Bardin's chest. The Hunter clapped his hands over his ears to block out the cry in his mind. Power flooded over him in a torrent that sent him to his knees, yet it felt…foul, unclean. He wanted to vomit, to slice open his veins; anything to get rid of it.

A scream tore his from throat. "No!" His voice cracked. Not again!

He tried to climb to his feet, but the weight of defeat rendered him immobile. He couldn't move, couldn't think. He felt nothing but the energy pulsing through him, saw nothing but the blade buried to its hilt in his friend's body.

In the orange light emanating from the jewel in the blade's hilt, Toramin's leering features looked truly horrifying. The flesh and bone of his face writhed like a pile of maggots. Darkness filled the void behind Toramin's eyes. His expression was rapt; he enjoyed the Hunter's anguish.

"Oh dear," sneered the demon, "it seems the little brzt-ith has lost a plaything. He looks so angry." Bones cracked and flesh tore as he ripped the blade free.

The taunting, patronizing grin on Toramin's face fanned the Hunter's fury. It quieted the whirling chaos in the Hunter's mind, pushing back the disgust he felt at the power coursing through him. His wounds no longer ached. The throbbing in his eye had stopped. He had only one thought: kill the demon.

With a roar of rage, the Hunter hurled himself forward, reaching for Toramin's throat. Toramin leapt back, but the Hunter wrapped his arms around the demon's knees, throwing him to the floor. Toramin's skull struck the hard stone with an audible crack.

The Hunter leapt atop Toramin. Heedless of the other robed figures in the room, he rained blow after blow on the stunned demon. Skin and bone morphed beneath the onslaught. The Hunter's knuckles cracked as he struck the angular, chitinous contours of Toramin's face—his true face, the face of the demon hidden by the mask of flesh. Horrible empty eyes stared up at the Hunter.

Demonic laughter bubbled up from the creature's chest, and Toramin responded with a blow of his own. Bone shattered beneath the impact. A single punch to the Hunter's chest snapped bone, knocking his breath from his lungs and hurling him backward into the stone altar.

The Hunter gasped for air, desperately trying to climb to his feet, to keep fighting. His strength failed him. It was all he could do to breathe; every movement sent pain radiating through his body.

Toramin climbed to his feet and wiped the blood from his face. "I'm surprised, Bucelarii. That actually hurt. In all of my years on this miserable earth, none have managed to do what you did. For that, I salute you." He hefted the blade, still stained with Bardin's blood.

The Hunter gasped, still struggling to breathe. "You bastard! You killed him!"

"So I did." Toramin bent and placed his face uncomfortably close to the Hunter's. "I killed him, and I've killed thousands more just like him."

The demon seized his throat, his long, delicate fingers crushing with terrible force.

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