curse. Killing DeMumart would mean no chance of ever breaking
it. Elise was worth it!
"Is there anything you wish to say before I snap your neck?"
Damien tightened his grip. DeMumart's eyes bulged from their
sockets, he tried to speak, yet couldn't.
Damien smiled evilly.
Just before he applied the final pressure to snap the demon Duke's
neck, Elise's scream ripped through his concentration. Damien turned
sharply and looked up. Pain sliced through his heart like a knife.
Gone was the birdcage.
Instead, Elise dangled from chains shackled at the wrists. A
hideous winged Goblin hovered to her right holding a twelve inch
jagged knife to her throat. Goblins and Boggarts often worked as
pairs, he should have anticipated that DeMumart would have one.
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A gurgled laugh forced him to look back at the devious demon,
which he currently held by the throat. Damien snarled and loosened
his grip.
"Release her!"
DeMumart had the audacity to smirk, "Release me first!"
Damien knew better then to trust him. However, he didn't want to
take the chance. The Boggart wouldn't hesitate to have the Goblin
slice Elise's throat. He squeezed tightly once again to test his theory.
The sharp blade started to nick her pale skin, Elise screamed.
Damien let go immediately.
DeMumart slithered to the floor and quickly crawled away from
Damien. He stumbled to his feet and fixed his disheveled appearance,
taking a deep breath, before eyeing Damien with that queer arrogant
smirk.
"Now that's better."
Damien sneered at him and clenched his fists. "Let her go!"
His adversary paced once then turned to him, a calculating gleam in
his eye.
"Is she worth that much to you?"
He waited for Damien to answer. Damien remained silent, eyeing
him with deadly intentions. "She is! I can see it in your face. I tell
you what, take her place and she will go free."
He couldn't trust him. He glanced up at Elise. Her body shook
with terror and the look on her face betrayed her willingness to
sacrifice herself for him. She would rather die than see him enslaved
to a worthless demon.
He read it in eyes, and knew what he had to do. DeMumart turned
his head to glance up at Elise.
She shrank back from his evil gaze seeing the intent carved across
his face.
The Goblin tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back,
making her wince. Damien's muscles tensed. DeMumart was right,
as long as the curse was in effect, the beast did have an advantage
over him.
Fuck!
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His blood sizzled with ire. He wanted so badly to get his hands on
the sniveling bug, twist his skinny neck, pop the head off and suck out
his innards. At least the thought gave him a tiny bit of solace. He was
stuck at the moment.
"What do you want then?"
DeMumart folded his arms across his bony chest. In an instant, he
was walking a circle around Damien.
He glared arrogantly at Damien. "Admit your defeat to me and," he
stepped closer to Damien, fanning hot fishy breath in his face, "Swear
an eternal bond to me as my minion."
"Damien NO!"
Both men turned to look up at Elise. The strained look of concern
over his wellbeing shook him to the core. He wouldn't let her suffer.
The Goblin wiggled his long cone shaped tongue against her cheek,
emphasizing the point.
DeMumart snarled, "Shut up bitch!"
Damien growled, "Watch it Boggart!"
"Or what Guardian? Hahahhaha!"
The bastard laughed gleefully in Damien's face. He clenched his
fists, bared his teeth and his eyes flared red. However, DeMumart had
him in this.
Damien turned to look at Elise one last time. Her eyes met his.
They held him immobile. She spoke to him without words. Her love
for him flowed from the depths of those beautiful green irises. It
blanketed him, holding him in its strength.
She slowly shook her head, her face pleading, begging. Offering
him her sacrifice.
I would do anything for you, even give you my soul.
Her words echoed clearly in his head. He nodded once, and his
love for her
it. Elise was worth it!
"Is there anything you wish to say before I snap your neck?"
Damien tightened his grip. DeMumart's eyes bulged from their
sockets, he tried to speak, yet couldn't.
Damien smiled evilly.
Just before he applied the final pressure to snap the demon Duke's
neck, Elise's scream ripped through his concentration. Damien turned
sharply and looked up. Pain sliced through his heart like a knife.
Gone was the birdcage.
Instead, Elise dangled from chains shackled at the wrists. A
hideous winged Goblin hovered to her right holding a twelve inch
jagged knife to her throat. Goblins and Boggarts often worked as
pairs, he should have anticipated that DeMumart would have one.
86
A gurgled laugh forced him to look back at the devious demon,
which he currently held by the throat. Damien snarled and loosened
his grip.
"Release her!"
DeMumart had the audacity to smirk, "Release me first!"
Damien knew better then to trust him. However, he didn't want to
take the chance. The Boggart wouldn't hesitate to have the Goblin
slice Elise's throat. He squeezed tightly once again to test his theory.
The sharp blade started to nick her pale skin, Elise screamed.
Damien let go immediately.
DeMumart slithered to the floor and quickly crawled away from
Damien. He stumbled to his feet and fixed his disheveled appearance,
taking a deep breath, before eyeing Damien with that queer arrogant
smirk.
"Now that's better."
Damien sneered at him and clenched his fists. "Let her go!"
His adversary paced once then turned to him, a calculating gleam in
his eye.
"Is she worth that much to you?"
He waited for Damien to answer. Damien remained silent, eyeing
him with deadly intentions. "She is! I can see it in your face. I tell
you what, take her place and she will go free."
He couldn't trust him. He glanced up at Elise. Her body shook
with terror and the look on her face betrayed her willingness to
sacrifice herself for him. She would rather die than see him enslaved
to a worthless demon.
He read it in eyes, and knew what he had to do. DeMumart turned
his head to glance up at Elise.
She shrank back from his evil gaze seeing the intent carved across
his face.
The Goblin tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back,
making her wince. Damien's muscles tensed. DeMumart was right,
as long as the curse was in effect, the beast did have an advantage
over him.
Fuck!
87
His blood sizzled with ire. He wanted so badly to get his hands on
the sniveling bug, twist his skinny neck, pop the head off and suck out
his innards. At least the thought gave him a tiny bit of solace. He was
stuck at the moment.
"What do you want then?"
DeMumart folded his arms across his bony chest. In an instant, he
was walking a circle around Damien.
He glared arrogantly at Damien. "Admit your defeat to me and," he
stepped closer to Damien, fanning hot fishy breath in his face, "Swear
an eternal bond to me as my minion."
"Damien NO!"
Both men turned to look up at Elise. The strained look of concern
over his wellbeing shook him to the core. He wouldn't let her suffer.
The Goblin wiggled his long cone shaped tongue against her cheek,
emphasizing the point.
DeMumart snarled, "Shut up bitch!"
Damien growled, "Watch it Boggart!"
"Or what Guardian? Hahahhaha!"
The bastard laughed gleefully in Damien's face. He clenched his
fists, bared his teeth and his eyes flared red. However, DeMumart had
him in this.
Damien turned to look at Elise one last time. Her eyes met his.
They held him immobile. She spoke to him without words. Her love
for him flowed from the depths of those beautiful green irises. It
blanketed him, holding him in its strength.
She slowly shook her head, her face pleading, begging. Offering
him her sacrifice.
I would do anything for you, even give you my soul.
Her words echoed clearly in his head. He nodded once, and his
love for her
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