Relic: Crown (A Kane Arkwright Supernatural Thriller) by Ben Zackheim

Author:Ben Zackheim [Zackheim, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

“Who’s their mast… WHAT THE FUCK?”

Rebel’s question was halfway out of her mouth when the answer emerged from a crack in the sky over the river.

She’s not a wordsmith, but she was good at getting to the point. I knew who we were up against the instant his shadow broke over the water.

His reflection soon followed.

“Not this guy again,” Rebel said.

It was Raijin. The Japanese god of thunder. The god who, according to his messenger Ronin, wanted the sceptre of Was for himself. He towered over us. His face was the size of a baseball diamond. A damn ugly baseball diamond. His snarling snout covered most of his orange eyes. His body was cloaked in pitch-black shadow that moved like smoke in a whirlwind.

“IT IS YOU, OF COURSE,” he said with a voice that made my teeth shake. “WHY HAVE YOU ATTACKED MY DEMONS?”

I covered my ears with the palms of my hands. “Can you lower the volume, please? If we’re going to have a conversation then I need to have my eardrums intact, sir.”

Dino was awake. You know how I knew? He was yelling at me. “Kane! He’s a god, not a job interview!”

“Lay off, Dino! I’m trying to show some respect!”

Rebel stepped up and answered his question. “Your demons attacked us when we arrived. Demons don’t do the whole ‘welcoming host’ thing very well.”

As Rebel spoke, I tried to reach out to the demons with the sceptre to get back control. The response was instant. A handful of them moved their frowns from me to Raijin. I needed them to be ready to attack a 200 foot tall god with a Mad Dad voice. But I’d have to grab more demons if I wanted a chance to win the fight. I clenched the sceptre tighter. I breathed deeper. I took myself out of the moment. Raijin definitely knew I was up to something. But I had no choice.

I felt a tugging sensation on my guts, like someone was trying to pull my intestines out of my body.

“Kane!” Rebel yelled. She ran to my side and handed me the sceptre. I’d dropped it from the agony of the struggle. When it touched my palm I rejoined the psychic fight. Psychic fights weren’t usually my thing. Psychic fights were Rebel’s thing. I usually got to watch. It’s actually kind of amusing to see two beings battle it out with only their minds. Those magicians have no idea how silly they look.

“Relax,” Rebel whispered to me. She moved closer to my ear. “Breathe into the pain and you’ll find the pattern to his attacks. Breathe. Good.”

She was right. As I focused on my breath, I could feel Raijin’s efforts ramp up and die down.

“Play defense. Wear him down.” Rebel’s voice wasn’t usually one to calm me. If she was talking to me, it was usually an insult, a challenge, or ‘pass the tacos.’ But there was something deeper to the voice she was using. It meant more. It said more. It was coming from a place inside her that I’d never sensed before.

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