The Devil's Highway (Journeyman Book 4) by Golden Czermak

Author:Golden Czermak [Czermak, Golden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: Golden Czermak
Published: 2016-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

A LARGE MAN watched as the massive doors slammed shut, dust cascading in streams from high above the snow filled tunnel. All went dark, except for the faint crimson light of his eyes, highlighting a definite smirk spread across his face. The distinct buzz of magic could be felt in the air and proudly he turned away from the doors, looking down a cavernous passageway toward an exit in the distance.

“Good luck breaking that seal, Dajjal,” Botis said arrogantly as he started to march, barefoot on cold stone. Pieces of decorative armor started to appear on his shirtless body and by the time he reached the exit – a large gash in the otherwise solid rock wall – he was encased in vibrant metal that glowed like molten lava from within.

The snow and wind there at the threshold was relentless, trying its hardest to turn the demon back. Had he not been a walking furnace, Botis might have been deterred, but instead he stood firm on the brink of the precipice overlooking the icy wasteland beyond. Botis closed his eyes and he could sense a power drawing him to the southeast. The feeling was distant yet strong, tugging at him like string wrapped around his fingertips.

It had to be what he was there to seek, calling out for rescue from wherever it was being held, but Botis also carried a smidgen of doubt in his mind. He was relying solely on his demonic senses here and they hadn’t been used in such a long time. He felt unreliable and out of practice.

Additionally, without a known frame of reference in the whitewashed vista, or even an indication of where this vista was, Botis felt lost. Grumbling with little choice, he followed his gut and strode confidently into the snowstorm, his halberd disappearing into thin air.

For a long time, the exact amount that had passed unknown, Botis trudged on without seeing much more than perpetual winter around him. At times he was forced to conjure his shield and hold it in front of him against the onslaught of howling winds which threatened to make even a demon’s heart shiver.

His thoughts were the only thing keeping him company and they spoke at length about Lucifer’s dear treasures – the same things being the means of opening a door to Hell.

Botis thought about Dajjal’s utter failure in obtaining the Ire and Shackles in the very beginning from Gage Crosse, who was in his mind nothing more than an evolved bag of meat. Not to mention the humiliation of Gage having both the Demon’s Bane and Manus Fortuna upon his hands, the latter bestowed by the humans with the bland moniker of the Ring of Dispel.

These things were so much greater than any single mind could understand and to Botis the thought of so many being worn so casually by a mortal was as sickening at best.

The blizzard began to shift into a light flurry and Botis was able to turn his gaze skyward, looking up at the cold, blue clouds.

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