Paternus_Wrath of Gods by Dyrk Ashton

Author:Dyrk Ashton [Ashton, Dyrk]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paternus Books Media
Published: 2018-07-09T22:00:00+00:00

“Oh, the Incy, Wincy Spider,

Climbed up the water spout...”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HIGHLANDS

PARLEY

The group bounds up the stairs with Peter in the lead, Pratha right behind him hauling Baphomet, who’s bound and in human cloak once again, by one arm. Peter triggers the door and they’re met with the harsh glow of fire in the night. Gungnir springs to life in Peter’s hand and Edgar draws his sword. Mol poises for attack by his side, hair bristling, a menacing growl in his throat. Fi and Zeke come last, recoiling at the macabre display before them.

Trucks crumpled and burning with orange and yellow flame, illuminating a carnival of horror. Templar tents, crookedly erected. The old willow tree, stripped of its leaves, madly woven with gossamer webs.

And bound in the webs, dozens of Templar soldiers, dead and dying. Some wrapped up, some splayed with arms and legs out. Some right side up, some upside down. All have had their eyes gouged out and holes punched in their foreheads, a gruesome semblance of eight eyes.

Their hands have been removed, thumbs bitten or torn off, and jammed into their mouths so eight bloody fingers hang out between shattered teeth. Moans of those still living hang on the air like the haunting of ghosts they will soon become.

And everywhere there are spiders. Of all types, brown haired and shining black, thick and thin legged. The smallest the size of a small breed of dog, the largest as big as a truck.

Some crawl the web of the tree, tormenting the soldiers still living and feeding on the dead. Inside the open tents, others flay bodies of soldiers, wrench off their limbs, peel back their skin, and feed as well.

Fi’s appalled, but she can’t turn away. One of the spiders in a tent tears open a soldier’s chest with a sickening crack, exposing lungs and heart. Its pedipalp mouthparts scoop out the organs and it slurps them down. Next to her, Zeke has no time to stoop or turn away before he power-pukes, spraying vomit that barely misses Mrs. Mirskaya. No one notices but Fi, who places a hand on his back as he leans over, hands to knees, and continues to retch.

Mrs. Mirskaya inspects the spider horde. “Look at their eyes, Pater.” The color of the eyes on each spider range from black to red to blue, green and yellow, but they’re all clouded with gray.

“I see.”

There’s bile in Mrs. Mirskaya’s voice. “Now we know why Max serves Kleron. His children have been returned to him from the dead.”

A ragged caw catches their attention. On top of one of the rocks in the formation that contains the door to the vault is small dark figure, a little over a foot tall.

“Hugin?” utters Myrddin Wyllt.

Fi tries to make sense of the little creature that glares down at them with shining jet-black eyes. Like a cross between a monkey and a raven, but there’s a metal plate in the side of his head and another in his breast. His demeanor exudes hatred, and insolence.

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