The Triad of Finity by Kevin Emerson

Author:Kevin Emerson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media Mystery & Thriller

Chapter 11

Arcana Burns

Oliver was thrown into the air. He could barely understand what was happening, but he knew his body was in flight, high and far. There was a force pressing him from the left, a wall of heat, the biting spray of concrete, hot pricks of magma—an explosion. He could make it out now in his peripheral vision; the wall had blown apart, hurling debris, the force of the blast tossing everyone in its vicinity into the air. Oliver perceived other figures in flight: Mr. Crevlyn, Leah, club attendees, their bodies all righting as they levitated, adult vampires with pinpoint control of themselves in space. Oliver wasn’t as skilled; he was still flailing, tumbling, the arc of his flight now turning downward. Toward more heat, the burning sensation on his side increasing …

Oliver twisted and saw the magma pool below. He was falling right toward it. He struggled to find the forces, but they were like ropes swaying in a breeze, glancing off his fingertips—Still falling, more heat. The surface of the magma not smooth but cracked like an eggshell, a skin of slightly cooled rock in geometric shapes. He was going to burn—

Until something crushed around his midsection and he was jerked upward. Oliver looked down to see an enormous, three-fingered claw around his waist. Its skin was a charred maroon, its fingernails pearl-white.

Oliver felt the heat receding in beating air. He twisted to see that he was in the clutches of a Hermesian demon from Aeonian Parcel Services.

“Keeeeaaatchhhhhh!” The creature screamed.

“That was close!” shouted Dean. Oliver saw that he was in the other claw.

The creature banked hard as they approached the far wall, its wing grazing a magma waterfall but flicking it off as if it were nothing. They turned and swooped back over the scattering, shocked crowd.

“Please don’t be alarmed, Mr. Nocturne, Mr. Aunders.” Oliver looked up at the copper box on the demon’s chest. “We have another message for you, marked ‘urgent!’ If you choose to accept, please touch your countersign.”

They arced back toward the exploded wall. Oliver saw that they were heading for a gaping black hole. A long, narrow fissure, still smoking.

“Quickly,” advised the voice.

“Now!” Oliver shouted to Dean.

Oliver touched the leaf tattoo and just as they arced into the blackness of the fissure there was a stretching feeling of travel, a loss of senses …

Then they were back in the Acheron Delta, soaring over the foggy jungle once more.

“She still has a sense for timing!” Dean called.

Oliver nodded. His relief at being saved from Mr. Crevlyn was tempered with worry for Jenette, and over what this next message would be, but for the moment, he just enjoyed the cool misty air that was hitting his face instead of magma.

They crossed the delta and hurtled down the cliff face, beside the thundering waterfall, and stopped at the same walkway, the same door. One of the spider-like greeters simply motioned them toward the door. Oliver pressed his tattoo to the handle. Stone bolts lurched. The door creaked inward.

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