Spells & Ashes (The Dark Files Book 1) by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson [Richardson, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FablePrint
Published: 2019-09-23T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

The demon turned his head at the sound of our approach, and I nearly vomited the few remains of my morning breakfast.

The demon’s flesh was pale gray, pasty, and wrinkled like a newborn. Through his seeping skin, black bones protruded, cracked and filthy. There was something wrong about his shape, something that just wasn’t a part of this world. He was tall, at least seven feet, and large horns protruded from his head like a goat, but thicker, the ends sharp like talons. His face was somewhat humanoid in shape but too big to be considered normal by our standards; his jaw was just a little too big, his cheekbones too high and protruding, his nose just too wide and flat. A tuft of black hair sprouted from the top of his head and disappeared down his back. Thin, skeletal arms, dripping with black sores hung at his sides.

The last time I’d seen him, he’d been nothing more than a specter, a shadow of himself. But now he was solid. Though I had a feeling this wasn’t his true shape at all, merely a creature he’d created to scare the kid.

Vargal darted his gaze to me, his red eyes gleaming with a deep hatred that scared the crap out of me. He was not a happy camper. Too bad.

Still, why a boy and not a man? Wouldn’t a man give the demon more strength? Seemingly, this had nothing to do with physical strength. This was something else I hadn’t figured out yet.

Vargal stared at me, sizing me up probably. I was sure he’d recognized me, and in those mere seconds, I took a better look at the boy. He was small with light brown hair cut close to his head. Blood trickled from his nose, and behind thick glasses were round eyes as big as saucers. His eyes darted from me to Vargal, looking petrified, as though Vargal in this form was the root of his nightmares. Perhaps he was.

But from what I could tell, Vargal hadn’t possessed the boy yet. There was still time to save him.

I gave the Greater demon my best pageant smile. “Looks like we’ve crashed the party.” I stood close enough to him to smell the rot and carrion. Feet wide for better control, I said, “Leave the boy alone.”

“Or what, little mortal?” Vargal grabbed the boy’s arm and pulled him closer, almost as though he was using the boy to shield him. Demon scum. “What do you think you can do?”

I frowned at how human the demon’s voice was, even in that ghoulish shape. Unnatural. Totally creepy.

Vargal’s gaze flicked to Logan. “What’s this? The same angel-born who’s been following me like a puppy? The darkness has brought me gifts. It has blessed me tonight.”

Logan pulled out one of his soul blades and let it slide into his hand with some fancy finger work evident of an exceptional swordsman. “Yeah,” said the angel-born. “I’m onto you like stink on shit. You got a problem with that?” His jaw was set in a hard line, and he looked as pissed as I was.

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