like taloned fingers,
then to Trick's face.
His lips mouthed the
words, 'Kill me'. In his eyes she clearly saw the agony and
desperation as he fought vainly against his Master's control.
Her sword sensed the
danger as well, flaming higher and brighter, pulling her forward.
She had to force her arm down to keep it from striking. “I won't, I
can't! No Trick, there must be another way.”
She threw all her
power into warding spells trying to break the Demon's hold, pull
him from that deadly grip. Trick fought with her, fought a battle
magic to magic with his Master as fierce as any on the battlefield.
Control, he needed just one moment of control. 'Heavenly Father',
he pleaded silently, 'please, please'.
The Fallen was near.
Trick felt him. For a moment, as happens in battle, their eyes met.
The Baron's were scarlet with fury. At his feet, one of his
sentinels clutched its side, a terrible wound from a spell
shredding the creature from the inside out. The sentinel whined, a
sad dog-like sound, the first Trick had heard the sentinels make,
and then, went very quiet. Still staring at Trick, the Fallen gave
a slight inclination of his head.
Miraculously, Trick
felt Marcus' control lift completely, though only for seconds he
was sure. With one last look at the Angel, he whispered, “I love
you Miss Evie Grace, forever and always, in this life and the
next.”
Trick plunged the
evil dagger into his own chest.
Chapter 13
Trick fell at her feet, both hands still
clasping the blade piercing his heart. His sea green eyes stared
into hers. The pain only lasted for a moment. During those short
seconds before eternity took him he saw not his childhood nor his
mother and father, not the torments of more than a century of
enslavement. He saw these last two days and every moment he had
spent with Evie. Her face in the bar, sneaking looks at him while
he sneaked looks back. Her body naked and shining next to him in
the hotel room with those damn wings all over the bed. Then later,
with sweet abandon on the beach as she let him enter her, forcing
fate to take this course. They were just seconds but they seemed to
go on and on and Trick was happy. Happy to the very end.
Evie watched the
light go out in his eyes. She lay one hand on his chest. He was
still warm, burning with the last vestige of his power until, in
seconds, that, too, was gone. His body now only an empty shell. The
love and laughter, his kiss, his touch, everything that was Nathan
McKitrick taken from her by the demon.
Vengeance surged
through Evie like liquid fire. Her wings flared out. Molten with
rage, the air around her burst into flame, surging, burning. At her
feet the sand melted and turned to glass. She became terrifying in
her avatar, her Avenging Spirit made fully manifest. Running, she
fell upon Marcus with her flaming sword sworn to vengeance. He was
an old demon and very strong. He fought confidently at first, sure
of his powers, his spells – and the wicked blade he pulled from the
scabbard at his back. That confidence did not last long. She
pressed her attack, heedless of the pain of his spells and blows,
relentless.
Vengeance her
mandate.
Vengeance her
will.
He
ran finally, trying to trance jump up the cliff. Her wings were
swifter. He signed a transference spell hoping to vaporate into smoke.
Evie's counter spell was faster. He summoned the rest of the demon
host yet Evie's sword was unstoppable. They battled up and down the
beach until at last they stood by Trick's body. His beautiful eyes
closed forever now.
Remembering how those
eyes looked so lovingly into her own, the passion she had seen
there, Evangeline Grace, Avenging Angel, gave a cry of anguish.
Channeling her fury into energy, she created a fireball that swept
from her outstretched arms to engulf the beach and all upon it in a
terrible revenge.
The fire burned for a
very long time. When the flames at last died down and the dark ash
of the charred corpses began to blow out to sea,
then to Trick's face.
His lips mouthed the
words, 'Kill me'. In his eyes she clearly saw the agony and
desperation as he fought vainly against his Master's control.
Her sword sensed the
danger as well, flaming higher and brighter, pulling her forward.
She had to force her arm down to keep it from striking. “I won't, I
can't! No Trick, there must be another way.”
She threw all her
power into warding spells trying to break the Demon's hold, pull
him from that deadly grip. Trick fought with her, fought a battle
magic to magic with his Master as fierce as any on the battlefield.
Control, he needed just one moment of control. 'Heavenly Father',
he pleaded silently, 'please, please'.
The Fallen was near.
Trick felt him. For a moment, as happens in battle, their eyes met.
The Baron's were scarlet with fury. At his feet, one of his
sentinels clutched its side, a terrible wound from a spell
shredding the creature from the inside out. The sentinel whined, a
sad dog-like sound, the first Trick had heard the sentinels make,
and then, went very quiet. Still staring at Trick, the Fallen gave
a slight inclination of his head.
Miraculously, Trick
felt Marcus' control lift completely, though only for seconds he
was sure. With one last look at the Angel, he whispered, “I love
you Miss Evie Grace, forever and always, in this life and the
next.”
Trick plunged the
evil dagger into his own chest.
Chapter 13
Trick fell at her feet, both hands still
clasping the blade piercing his heart. His sea green eyes stared
into hers. The pain only lasted for a moment. During those short
seconds before eternity took him he saw not his childhood nor his
mother and father, not the torments of more than a century of
enslavement. He saw these last two days and every moment he had
spent with Evie. Her face in the bar, sneaking looks at him while
he sneaked looks back. Her body naked and shining next to him in
the hotel room with those damn wings all over the bed. Then later,
with sweet abandon on the beach as she let him enter her, forcing
fate to take this course. They were just seconds but they seemed to
go on and on and Trick was happy. Happy to the very end.
Evie watched the
light go out in his eyes. She lay one hand on his chest. He was
still warm, burning with the last vestige of his power until, in
seconds, that, too, was gone. His body now only an empty shell. The
love and laughter, his kiss, his touch, everything that was Nathan
McKitrick taken from her by the demon.
Vengeance surged
through Evie like liquid fire. Her wings flared out. Molten with
rage, the air around her burst into flame, surging, burning. At her
feet the sand melted and turned to glass. She became terrifying in
her avatar, her Avenging Spirit made fully manifest. Running, she
fell upon Marcus with her flaming sword sworn to vengeance. He was
an old demon and very strong. He fought confidently at first, sure
of his powers, his spells – and the wicked blade he pulled from the
scabbard at his back. That confidence did not last long. She
pressed her attack, heedless of the pain of his spells and blows,
relentless.
Vengeance her
mandate.
Vengeance her
will.
He
ran finally, trying to trance jump up the cliff. Her wings were
swifter. He signed a transference spell hoping to vaporate into smoke.
Evie's counter spell was faster. He summoned the rest of the demon
host yet Evie's sword was unstoppable. They battled up and down the
beach until at last they stood by Trick's body. His beautiful eyes
closed forever now.
Remembering how those
eyes looked so lovingly into her own, the passion she had seen
there, Evangeline Grace, Avenging Angel, gave a cry of anguish.
Channeling her fury into energy, she created a fireball that swept
from her outstretched arms to engulf the beach and all upon it in a
terrible revenge.
The fire burned for a
very long time. When the flames at last died down and the dark ash
of the charred corpses began to blow out to sea,
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