doubted his ability to overtake a mere two Lucipires.
Frozen in shock, Alex didn’t move.
“Alex!” he shouted, and shoved her away from him as he stepped forward. Finally, she heeded his warning. Only when he saw that she was safely inside the vehicle did he engage the two mungs. In the Lucipire hierarchy, these were full demons. Deadly as any other, especially with the poisonous slime that oozed from every surface of their bodies, but they were not quite as experienced as a haakai or a full-fledged Seraphim like Jasper, but superior to the foot soldiers of Satan, imps and hordlings.
Just then, one of the Lucies seemed to notice the winged epaulettes on his shoulders and the special signet ring he and his brothers wore, marking them as the VIK. The male mung whispered to the female. Vikar could not hear what he said, except for the word seven . They grinned at each other, already gloating over the prize they would be bringing home to Jasper.
Not if he could help it!
Without warning, he shot the male in each kneecap, bringing him to his broken knees, screaming with agony. A vangel bullet could injure Lucies, even “kill” them, but he needed to do more than that. Unless he cleaved its head, forehead to chin, with his sword until the body disintegrated, or pierced its heart with the specially-treated bullet or blade, the Lucie would just return to Hell to regroup. Recycling at its worst!
Meanwhile, he had the female to deal with. She swung a mace with iron spikes, striking him on one shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but he was equally skillful with a sword in either hand, and he still had six bullets in his Sig.
He dropped his cloak and turned his head, exposing his neck. “Come on, sweetling. Don’t you want a little sip?”
The female Lucipire hissed and her red tongue darted in and out like a serpent. There was nothing more tempting to a Lucie than vangel blood, and one of The Seven would be especially tempting.
Unable to resist, the Lucipire lunged at him.
He turned his head quickly, and the Lucipire’s teeth grazed his cheek, drawing blood, which turned the Lucipire frantic with bloodlust. That instant of distraction gave Vikar the chance to grasp her throat and squeeze until she wilted and fell to the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and cut her face in half straight down between the fangs to the heart. The skin turned even brighter red, then the entire body began to slowly melt into a stinksome slime. Sulfur.
Only then did he turn to the male Lucie, intending the same fate, but the creature had managed to crawl over to the motorcycle and was already racing away. If Vikar had not been distracted and injured, he would have noticed and followed. But there were more important things for him to attend to now. Like Alex.
He shook the slime off his fingers and then walked slowly back to the SUV. It was a miracle that no one had noticed the activity at the other end of the lot, or, if they had, chalked it up to more crazy vampire wannabe shenanigans. When he got inside the vehicle, he saw instantly that Alex was in shock, shaking violently and whimpering. He wanted to comfort her but first he leaned over and opened the glove compartment, taking out a packet of holy water wipes. They were specially made by one of the vangel ceorls to remove mung slime and other Lucipire contaminants from vangel skin.
Despite still feeling unclean, he pulled her over and wrapped his arms around her. After a while, she shoved away from him and gave an embarrassed laugh. “I never thought I’d say this about an assignment, but I may be in over my head here.”
That was an understatement.
“Let’s go home,” she suggested.
Her inadvertent use of the word home for his castle struck a warm note in his heart, as if it wasn’t already warm enough toward her.
She was silent for most of the trip, but then she asked as he turned on the lane that led up toward the gates being guarded by Svein, “Are those
Frozen in shock, Alex didn’t move.
“Alex!” he shouted, and shoved her away from him as he stepped forward. Finally, she heeded his warning. Only when he saw that she was safely inside the vehicle did he engage the two mungs. In the Lucipire hierarchy, these were full demons. Deadly as any other, especially with the poisonous slime that oozed from every surface of their bodies, but they were not quite as experienced as a haakai or a full-fledged Seraphim like Jasper, but superior to the foot soldiers of Satan, imps and hordlings.
Just then, one of the Lucies seemed to notice the winged epaulettes on his shoulders and the special signet ring he and his brothers wore, marking them as the VIK. The male mung whispered to the female. Vikar could not hear what he said, except for the word seven . They grinned at each other, already gloating over the prize they would be bringing home to Jasper.
Not if he could help it!
Without warning, he shot the male in each kneecap, bringing him to his broken knees, screaming with agony. A vangel bullet could injure Lucies, even “kill” them, but he needed to do more than that. Unless he cleaved its head, forehead to chin, with his sword until the body disintegrated, or pierced its heart with the specially-treated bullet or blade, the Lucie would just return to Hell to regroup. Recycling at its worst!
Meanwhile, he had the female to deal with. She swung a mace with iron spikes, striking him on one shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but he was equally skillful with a sword in either hand, and he still had six bullets in his Sig.
He dropped his cloak and turned his head, exposing his neck. “Come on, sweetling. Don’t you want a little sip?”
The female Lucipire hissed and her red tongue darted in and out like a serpent. There was nothing more tempting to a Lucie than vangel blood, and one of The Seven would be especially tempting.
Unable to resist, the Lucipire lunged at him.
He turned his head quickly, and the Lucipire’s teeth grazed his cheek, drawing blood, which turned the Lucipire frantic with bloodlust. That instant of distraction gave Vikar the chance to grasp her throat and squeeze until she wilted and fell to the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and cut her face in half straight down between the fangs to the heart. The skin turned even brighter red, then the entire body began to slowly melt into a stinksome slime. Sulfur.
Only then did he turn to the male Lucie, intending the same fate, but the creature had managed to crawl over to the motorcycle and was already racing away. If Vikar had not been distracted and injured, he would have noticed and followed. But there were more important things for him to attend to now. Like Alex.
He shook the slime off his fingers and then walked slowly back to the SUV. It was a miracle that no one had noticed the activity at the other end of the lot, or, if they had, chalked it up to more crazy vampire wannabe shenanigans. When he got inside the vehicle, he saw instantly that Alex was in shock, shaking violently and whimpering. He wanted to comfort her but first he leaned over and opened the glove compartment, taking out a packet of holy water wipes. They were specially made by one of the vangel ceorls to remove mung slime and other Lucipire contaminants from vangel skin.
Despite still feeling unclean, he pulled her over and wrapped his arms around her. After a while, she shoved away from him and gave an embarrassed laugh. “I never thought I’d say this about an assignment, but I may be in over my head here.”
That was an understatement.
“Let’s go home,” she suggested.
Her inadvertent use of the word home for his castle struck a warm note in his heart, as if it wasn’t already warm enough toward her.
She was silent for most of the trip, but then she asked as he turned on the lane that led up toward the gates being guarded by Svein, “Are those
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