his brother’s attempt to go with him. “You need to be here to protect Maria. They will come back for her... and you.” Zedkiel wandered about with a lost look on his face; the inner turmoil he felt was obvious. He pulled Maria close and watched as Kreios prepared to leave.
Kreios donned his coat and tied his belt tight. If it was battle they wanted, it was battle they would taste.
He stepped out and looked up at the star-filled sky. With an agile movement he sprung up, shooting into the night sky, leaving a small light trail behind.
Chapter XIX
The air had a cool bite to it as Kreios flew through the sky. He knew that the Brotherhood had taken his daughter and he was having a hard time controlling his anger. His thoughts were racing with recklessly crafted scenarios in which he was slicing the enemy to bits and pieces. He was shouting at them on the battlefield, running toward them, praying for more demon flesh to cleave, and when he had exhausted these fantasies his mind turned toward what he would do to the Seer when they met.
His body was shaking with rage and his eyes burned with righteous hatred for the cowardly sneaking filthy beasts that had taken his daughter. He had every right. He would send every last one of them to Hell personally.
After having lost his wife, he was broken and desperate. Now that he had lost his daughter, and he wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive, he felt the eyes of the heavens upon him and his quest for justice. Now vengeance would belong to Kreios, and he would deliver it without mercy.
Kreios breathed heavy. Tears streamed down his face but he wiped them with the back of his hand. There would be a time to mourn, but this was not it; he needed to be strong for his daughter.
He descended into the trees and alighted softly, deep in the dark woods, near the main road from Gratzipt. He could smell horse manure. The demon horde would be on horses, moving fast through the forest to make as much time as they could. He moved toward the road quickly.
At its edge, he stopped. He could now smell dust in the air, along with the scent of the horses and the unmistakable choking signature of decay. They had passed by this spot not long ago.
Softly, he retreated to the cover of the woods and climbed a tall tree. He had ascended to its uppermost reaches within seconds. He observed the terrain for miles around, looking for any trace of his prey. He could sense that they were near but now he could hear the clatter of hooves on the road, toward the setting moon. He knew which way to go now.
Kreios wanted to go in with sword drawn and slice them to pieces, but he feared what would become of his sweet baby girl. He pulled his hood low on his head and silently dropped to the ground in the dark shadows of the forest. With deceptive speed he began to close in on the enemy, running in complete silence along the roadside, dodging brambles and leaping over fallen trees.
He could feel his strength start to fade, felt them feeding off him with every step he took. He had to move fast and with a sure hand if he was to see his little girl reach her first birthday.
Up ahead, at a wide spot in the road, there stood two horses, black as night. Sweat was pouring from them and Kreios could tell they had been ridden hard. He could hear the murmuring of a stream nearby as he stopped to take cover and observe them. The riders were taking a drink from the stream that flowed through the center of the clearing. These two must be the rear guard of the army. The rest would have gone on ahead and probably had his daughter.
Kreios took a moment to listen to the sounds of the woods. An owl called out. The little creek steamed as it flowed over rocks and under old logs, and the smell of snow and deep forest decay filled his nostrils. Every sound in nature, including some that were not of the world, flooded his senses. He could hear the sound of their blackened hearts beating, the lapping of their lips as they
Kreios donned his coat and tied his belt tight. If it was battle they wanted, it was battle they would taste.
He stepped out and looked up at the star-filled sky. With an agile movement he sprung up, shooting into the night sky, leaving a small light trail behind.
Chapter XIX
The air had a cool bite to it as Kreios flew through the sky. He knew that the Brotherhood had taken his daughter and he was having a hard time controlling his anger. His thoughts were racing with recklessly crafted scenarios in which he was slicing the enemy to bits and pieces. He was shouting at them on the battlefield, running toward them, praying for more demon flesh to cleave, and when he had exhausted these fantasies his mind turned toward what he would do to the Seer when they met.
His body was shaking with rage and his eyes burned with righteous hatred for the cowardly sneaking filthy beasts that had taken his daughter. He had every right. He would send every last one of them to Hell personally.
After having lost his wife, he was broken and desperate. Now that he had lost his daughter, and he wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive, he felt the eyes of the heavens upon him and his quest for justice. Now vengeance would belong to Kreios, and he would deliver it without mercy.
Kreios breathed heavy. Tears streamed down his face but he wiped them with the back of his hand. There would be a time to mourn, but this was not it; he needed to be strong for his daughter.
He descended into the trees and alighted softly, deep in the dark woods, near the main road from Gratzipt. He could smell horse manure. The demon horde would be on horses, moving fast through the forest to make as much time as they could. He moved toward the road quickly.
At its edge, he stopped. He could now smell dust in the air, along with the scent of the horses and the unmistakable choking signature of decay. They had passed by this spot not long ago.
Softly, he retreated to the cover of the woods and climbed a tall tree. He had ascended to its uppermost reaches within seconds. He observed the terrain for miles around, looking for any trace of his prey. He could sense that they were near but now he could hear the clatter of hooves on the road, toward the setting moon. He knew which way to go now.
Kreios wanted to go in with sword drawn and slice them to pieces, but he feared what would become of his sweet baby girl. He pulled his hood low on his head and silently dropped to the ground in the dark shadows of the forest. With deceptive speed he began to close in on the enemy, running in complete silence along the roadside, dodging brambles and leaping over fallen trees.
He could feel his strength start to fade, felt them feeding off him with every step he took. He had to move fast and with a sure hand if he was to see his little girl reach her first birthday.
Up ahead, at a wide spot in the road, there stood two horses, black as night. Sweat was pouring from them and Kreios could tell they had been ridden hard. He could hear the murmuring of a stream nearby as he stopped to take cover and observe them. The riders were taking a drink from the stream that flowed through the center of the clearing. These two must be the rear guard of the army. The rest would have gone on ahead and probably had his daughter.
Kreios took a moment to listen to the sounds of the woods. An owl called out. The little creek steamed as it flowed over rocks and under old logs, and the smell of snow and deep forest decay filled his nostrils. Every sound in nature, including some that were not of the world, flooded his senses. He could hear the sound of their blackened hearts beating, the lapping of their lips as they
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