it as I leap for him. I have no idea how or why I feel so skilled at wielding this weapon, but a sheen of shadow is over my eyes, darkening my vision like I’m wearing sunglasses, and I know the darkness inside of me has come out to play. Not even being dressed in formal wear can slow me down.
The demon lifts his sword like he’s going to cleave me in two mid-air, but my scythe is already coming down on him, and he’s underestimated its reach. The tip of the curved blade sinks right between his eyes, and then his solid body poofs into a cloud of ash as I land on my feet, searching out my next target.
“Sable, to your left!” Delta shouts, and I drop immediately, trusting my instincts that are telling me to do so. The darkness helps me to home in on every movement, and I sweep out with my weapon, catching a demon’s heels and resetting his soul before he can take another step toward me.
Just as I push up from my crouch, time slows again as a demon launches at Vudu. The move catches him by surprise, and he can’t do anything to stop the aerial attack as his hands are already preoccupied with three others. A shout pops out of my mouth just as the red blade sinks into Vudu’s chest.
My eyes lift to movement behind a stunned Vudu, and I see another red bastard that’s sneakily climbing the crates behind him. Before a warning can pour out of my throat, the demon jumps off, slamming into Vudu and burying another sword in his back, right between his skin’s plated armor.
Vudu and Toreon both release a pained bellow, and I feel like the air was just punched out of my lungs. Vudu staggers from the two brutal blows, and I waver on my feet. But then my sisters are there, hacking away at everyone separating me from him. Brogue demons poof to nothing as Medley and Delta work in tandem to rid the room of threats.
I’m frozen for the briefest of seconds, and then I fall into step with them as we reset Morax’s followers and clear a path to my mates with violent determination.
Something clicks in me as I fight side by side with Medley and Delta, each of us in tune with the other and cutting through demons like we’re scythe-wielding dancers. Our movements are effortless, our rhythms in perfect sync. It’s like we’ve been doing this with each other our whole lives.
We were separated at birth, kept away from one another to guarantee each other’s safety, but we’ve defied the odds and snapped back together right where we always should have been. We’re stronger as a triad, and as we cut down the enemy with graceful brutality, I can hear our connections sing in my chest like a vow.
This is how it’s supposed to be. This is what we were made for.
Two guards surround Shateel as she screeches about how we’re supposed to be killing the Sins, not Morax’s followers. Judging by her frantic voice alone, I can hear that the situation has moved way out of her hands.
“Call them off!” I yell as I get closer to her.
“Morax is going to make you suffer,” she seethes, and the threat causes my eyes to flash and my hackles to rise. She growls and swipes at me, but I dodge her claw-tipped fingers.
“He’ll gut you long before he guts me if you take out his Gatekeeper,” I snap at her. “Now call them off!”
At my words, her eyes dart over to Toreon. The blood drains from her face when she sees him on his knees, clutching his chest and panting hard, suffering from a wound that isn’t there. “What’s happening?” she screeches.
The sight has her face etched with confused horror, because she knows I’m right—that if anything happens to Morax’s precious Gatekeeper under her watch, she’s dead.
I have no sympathy for her. She did this. She carried out Morax’s order to kill Vudu. She’s hurting him and Toreon both. And that knowledge has me flicking the blade of my scythe so I can make short work of this snake-haired bitch in front of me.
“Sable, no!” Medley screams from somewhere behind me as I thrust my blade at Shateel, but the next thing I know, there’s a scythe stopping me from connecting with Morax’s minion.
Medley’s disguised eyes are wide as she pushes my strike’s trajectory away from Shateel, and I