“For
Nicolette there is nothing worth destroying more than evil. When did you realize it would be your
death as well?”
Nicki
felt her mouth form a soundless moan and felt the whispers of truth in her soul
as she stared into the black glowing pits that the creature holding her had for
eyes. She could hear Dalen in the back of her head. “Never stare there for too
long, they are infinite space, soul less, you’ll get lost in there.” She felt
the pull of oblivion in his eyes and the waning of her light at her core. All replaced by the question she
refused to ask.
She
knew the second the Almighty decided to interfere, moments before they were
both thrown from the gate. They
landed in a heap of bloodied flesh and rendered fabric. Neither of their outfits had survived
their battle.
Nicki
tensed as the beast threw her away from himself to run back to the gate. Her
left eye was nearly swollen shut but she was healing as she always did. If his
tantrum continued she might get back up to partial strength to attack him
again. The sound that erupted from
him made Nicki’s blood curdle. It
was a howl of pain, desperation and a deep deep rage. He had discovered what she knew moments before they were
tossed away. The crack he had so
carefully cultivated was gone. The
way was shut to him once again.
He
made his way over to her and Nicki geared herself for the next phase of the
battle when a whisper in her soul declared. . . . submit. She fought the thought and reached
within herself for the light that burned like an unending furnace in her core,
but could pull nothing from it.
Fear clutched her anew when the beast lifted her and started chanting
again.
A
soundless gurgle fell from her lips as her body began stretching as if pulled
from every end by some unseen force. The pain started as an intense burning at
first, then the monster changed his cadence and it built to a sharp intensity
she had never known.
From
Dalen’s mouth it seemed, whispered in her ear, “Pain is for focus, use it to
see where you went wrong.”
She
shifted her mind from the pain and back to the moment this battle started. He
had already gotten pretty far by the time she shifted to this plane. The energy field that sealed off the
Heavens had a substantial crack in it.
Over the past few hundred years 250 holy men had been collected. Their souls now glowed from the
crack. Someone must have told him
that would be enough to displace the amount of energy needed for him to pass
through. They had been wrong.
Nicki
breathed in deeply, focused on the air around him, centered her will around it
and breathed out. It was a basic gravity manipulation, which normally wouldn’t
work on a creature so powerful, but he had been distracted. His energy focused on pushing through
the crack. Under these
circumstances he was nearly tossed off of the mountain. She quickly positioned herself between
him and the gate.
He
pulled himself back up and began stalking towards her. There was something about this plane
that suited him and Nicki couldn’t figure out why that was. He was so dark, the surrounding so
light. The top plateau they were
on was bathed in light from an unnamed source. The blades of grass the greenest you’d ever see. The trees never lost their leaves and
were shaped like the most pleasing Bonsai tree meticulously cut to
perfection. The sky a harmony of
shade from lavender to yellow. The
breeze light, tempting, and sweet to the smell.
His
dark hair trailed in the breeze as he walked towards her, measuring her
up. His skin swarthy with an
iridescent sheen, like glazed oak.
He was in skins, not actual clothing but the hides of animals. His feet were shodded in sheepskin
wrapped with string. The wolf’s
pelt on his shoulders nearly covered the leather vest and pants cured to a soft
durable suede. His hands were
ungloved but symbols ran over his fingers painted there in blood.
Nicki
knew there was something she was supposed to remember if she ever faced one
garbed like this. Instinctively she reached for her hip only to realize that
her blades were gone. She looked
the creature over again, realization dawning as he speaks.
“Stand
aside child.” His voice felt like a cat’s tongue, wet, grated, sharp. The tone deep and sonorous with an
underlying harmony.
“You
know I can’t do that.” She hoarsely answered becoming more and more sure of
what he was.
“You’ve
expelled much of your energy shifting here and then moving me. Use your
freewill girl.”
“I
serve.” She gritted back.
He
laughed a joyless sound. “Don’t we all.” He moved closer, his gait resembling a
prowling lion. “You aren’t fit for the fight.”
“Neither
are you. No small feat, trying to power through the crack. You must be running
low.”
He
gave her an appraising look. She
could feel him taking in her appearance. Her reddish brown hair was braided
back as always, out of her way. She always fought in leather because of
durability, steel toed boots and her lucky riding jacket. Her skintone was dusky, had been since
the incident in Egypt with one of Dalen’s old curses. She in no way resembled the Hungarian girl she had been born
as centuries ago.
He
closed in on her and Nicki adjusted for the height and reach disadvantage she
was going to have. She was a
modest 5’ 8” to his well over six feet. Luckily her trainer had been a big guy
as well. When you were low on the
core energy you needed for a normal battle, old school rules applied.
“Old
fashioned now; how quaint.” He muttered before he came at her with a right
cross.
She
ate it, this was the only way to feel him out. Both his speed and power. Like most beings on their level he could alter his speed
just like she could. But he was bigger, she had no choice but to be
faster. She blocked and dodged the
next series of attempted strikes.
Surprisingly he was fast enough to block all of hers as well.
He’s
old, she thought immediately, much older than me.
She
raised her arm to block the kick coming for her head. The energy blast pushed it aside letting him score a bell
ringing shot to the temple.
Here
we go, she thinks to herself as she launched with her feet and a smidge of
gravity manipulation to get him into a headlock, using her strength and
momentum she flings him head over feet to fly past her. On his way he grounded himself and
grabbed her leg slamming her into the ground.
Nicki
braced fort he ground and planted her hands behind herself. She absorbed the impact through her
hands and sent it shooting back up her body as she planted both of her feet in
his face. He flies back but gets his barring fast as he pivots using the
momentum to send him barreling towards her.
Nicki
takes her push with a slight grunt and then a thud as he fits her to the crack
in the gate. Nicki needed to act
fast. If he used her energy he
would get in at no time at all. Must’ve been the plan all along.
She
shot a burst of energy into the crack behind her offering a patch, then she
ripped the ground right from under their feet. As they fell through the mountain Nicki shoved his face
against the rock. Eh got his
footing and shot them both across the divide driving her through the mountain
face first. Nicki elbowed him in he gut, then the throat. She pushed away from
the side, landing on his chest feet first seconds after he hit. He shifts the
rocks falling around them to pummel her.
Nicki starts deflecting with energy fields until she regains her
footing. She immediately drops gravity again tunneling to the core of the
mountain. He follows her down.
Pay
dirt, she thought as she felt the heat.
Bursting through she plants on a rock ledge. She shifted the molten lava beneath her into the hole. With an intense pressure shift she
molds the lava to rock around him. Before his mouth is covered he mutters a
phrase. The rock turns back to lava and lands on Nicki. Cursing and screaming she instinctively
turns it to ash. But it was just
enough distraction for him to grab her by her throat and shift them back to the
gate.
He
shoved her in and the crack began to widen. Nicki struggled but he began chanting and she felt her
strength begin to drain. She tried
shifting but his grip on her throat tightened, his will holding her in place.
The gap widened. She tried
shifting gravity. The ground fell
away but they did not move. The
crack widened, his chanting becoming more intent. She felt the wall at her back giving away.
Nicki
closed her eyes and moved deeply within herself. The pillar of light burned brighter than ever. She hated to pull from it. The price
for using it was very, very high. She walked up to it cupped her hand and drank
the golden liquid that flowed into her palms.
Her
eyes popped open and a sonic energy burst came from her, knocking her enemy
back, staggering him. Nicki’s eyes grew wide as he staggered back to her. Terrified she focuses harder, pulls
even more; the most she’d ever dare to take and fires with everything she has. He staggered back again but continued
to approach to resume pushing her through.
He
meets her eyes, soulless orbs are staring into her, divining her secrets,
memorizing her nightmares. And then he said the words that broke her very
spirit. The pillar of light
flickered and waned; her connection to the divine audibly snapped.
She
slowly returns to the present, the searing pain of being slowly pulled apart a
reality again. He had been
torturing her for quite a while.
But it wasn’t for her. It
was for his audience. Both her shoulders were out of their sockets, she knew
the feeling well. Now tendons were
being cruelly stretched in ways not meant. Her spine was straining to hold onto the bulk of her tendons
the longest were beginning to tear.
She felt her eyes widen as her Achilles tendons went yet she uttered not
a word. Merely a loud exhalation
of breath. Not that the creature noticed. He was yelling at the gate. Words she doesn’t know, in that
language that she didn’t understand.
But unlike the before the meaning she comprehends. As the pain of the rest of her tendons
ripping away from her spine forces her to pass out, his words were ringing
clearly in her head.
“Where
is your God now?”
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