Inferno of Darkness (Divisa Huntress #2) - J.L. Weil Page 0,108
He would find a way to stop the spear before it reached his heart.
He would.
He had to.
The damn prince was invincible.
Wasn’t he?
I stopped breathing, eyes following the path of the spear, unable to look away. With these demon eyes, it all happened in slow motion.
A screamed lodged in my throat just as a shadow intercepted the spear’s path, and I watched as Cayden’s face appeared, the spear piercing his chest. The punisher exploded into a burst of light that shredded his soul into dark dust right before my eyes.
“No!” Ashor bellowed. The anguish glittering in his eyes morphed into untapped rage.
His best friend had been obliterated. Cayden had made the ultimate sacrifice, something I’d assumed no demon was capable of, giving up his life for another.
The throne room spun in a cyclone born of a starless night and shrieking winds as Ashor uncaged that well of power inside him. Through our bond, I felt the gut-wrenching agony turn into a lawless rage.
It was that whirlwind of emotions that sent me into action. I couldn’t be sure if it was Ashor’s or my own thirst for blood that propelled me forward. I sped onto the dais, hurdling over a demon until I was eye to eye with Verena. And then I plunged my dagger into the Queen of Envy, hitting her in a demon’s one vulnerable spot—the heart.
Verena’s gaze went wide. Her body jerked as her hands flew up to the knife embedded in her chest.
I stabbed the Queen of Envy.
She grinned, and I rammed the weapon further into her chest before releasing my grip and stepping back. The blade crafted by my darkness shattered, and the queen dropped to her knees.
My head was buzzing, my temples throbbing.
Had I really just killed a demon queen?
My vision blurred, and the figure at my feet shifted. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. It couldn’t be real. But…
I blinked.
It wasn’t the Queen of Envy’s face I was staring at. It was Colin’s.
“Lexi,” he wheezed, reaching out a hand toward me. Black blood flowed freely from where the dagger had penetrated his chest, dripping onto the floor. Then he erupted into a pile of demon dust. Particles of his remains hit me in the face, sticking to my skin. There was a good chance I’d inhaled pieces of my ex-boyfriend.
I was going to be sick.
If it wasn’t Verena that I stabbed, then where was she?
Laughter rang out over a spiraling storm that hung over our heads and echoed through the chamber. “Foolish girl.” That was Verena’s voice. A pit of dread formed in my gut.
My gaze sought out the voice and clashed with familiar blazing white eyes. This bitch just wouldn’t die.
The leash of darkness that Ashor had twined around Colin was now wrapped around the grinning Queen of Envy. She lifted her hand, snatching the leash and ripped it off with one clean yank. The coiled darkness disintegrated. Her omnipotent gaze met mine. “You might have a flicker of darkness, but you are out of your league, huntress. I am a queen.” Her chin lifted in arrogance.
“Perhaps my mate might be, but I’m not,” Ashor said with a cold graveness in his voice. His darkness formed a weapon of demon destruction, a clawed hand that trembled with power. Even from feet away, I felt the vibrations in the air.
“No!” bellowed the Queen of Darkness, but it was too late. Not even with her cunning abilities was she able to stop her son.
Wings spread wide in an impending doom stance, Ashor slammed his hand into Verena’s chest, through flesh and bone, straight to the demon’s heart. The sound of her gasp was like a gun going off in the throne room.
Utter silence fell. Not a single demon breathed. No one moved. Everyone in the room just stared.
A startled expression of horror overtook her smug superiority. Her white glittering eyes snuffed out like a candle, her power with it. She was just a demon now.
Ashor twisted his hand still embedded in her chest. “You should have taken my offer,” he told the queen. And then he wrenched his hand free. The once beautiful, bright queen in her halo of illusions was nothing but a withered hag. Centuries aged her in a matter of seconds until her bones crumbled, leaving nothing but a pile of ash. Every illusion she’d ever spun faded, and the once pristine castle of gleaming white became a tumble of ancient bricks, rot, and death.