Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,42

expected. Perhaps he wasn’t an archdemon. “You don’t belong with those assholes. Join me and you will receive a hero’s welcome in the Underworld.” It was impossible to tell where he stood in the hierarchy of the Underworld. He could be towards the top after all.

Dante lifted one corner of his upper lip. “No thanks. I’d rather be skinned using a butter knife. Are you the one that attacked the fallen angel last night?”

The Daeva narrowed his eyes before the long brown curls flew through the air between them. “Is that…? Holy shit!”

“No, it’s not, dickface. You must be the dumbest demon ever created. Open your senses. You’d know if it was the Vampire Princess. Lots of Dark Warriors are female and vampire.” Dante prayed his bluff fooled the demon.

The archdemon lunged for Dante and caught his right shoulder. Pain radiated through the limb and Dante’s vision went white. He didn’t hesitate to grab another weapon from the holster under his arms and swing it in a wide arch all while trying to catch his breath.

When his weapon encountered resistance, he put more force behind the push. Agony still overwhelmed him, but his vision cleared, and he found himself face to face with the Daeva. Dante used the small blade to slice his cheek open while he was distracted with his attempts to throw Dante through the portal.

The demon’s eyes went wide and the rancid breeze cut off abruptly. He managed to injure him enough that the portal closed. A quick look over his shoulder told Dante half a dozen demons made it through.

“That was a mistake. I look forward to dragging you back with me. Lucifer won’t be happy you’ve betrayed him.”

Dante laughed at that as he ducked under the fist heading for his face. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Something hit Dante’s branded shoulder and dropped him to his knees. A massive jaw dripping with saliva gripped the flesh while he screamed. Throwing his arm over his shoulder, Dante stabbed the hellhound in the eye, but it refused to let him go.

He bucked, trying to dislodge the beast, but it didn’t move. Wrapping his arms around the big body, Dante rolled forward, carrying the hound with him. The Daeva was no longer next to them but heading for Izzy. He opened his mouth to shout a warning when she slashed her blade through a rage demon’s throat and allowed her momentum to carry her in a twirl.

It was when her body swiveled that she was close enough to the Daeva that she reached out and laid her palm on his face. The demon stiffened and turned to stone instantly.

Gasps and whispers echoed around the clearing. Dante swore he heard someone whisper, “Demonator.” It had been a long time since he’d heard Izzy’s nickname. The display before him reminded him how she got it in the first place. That Daeva was as dead as they come. He hoped it was the one that kidnapped Chloe, but had no idea. He was just glad they had one less demon to deal with.

As the embodiment of the Goddess, Izzy was able to kill demons with a touch. Everyone worried she lost the ability when she returned, and they could no longer sense her power.

The display got the attention of every being in the area. The remaining demons were in a frenzy, all trying to reach her side. They realized what she was and wanted to capture her.

Dante sucked in a breath and buried his blade in the beast’s chest. A howl pierced his ear drum with how close he was to the hound. A twist of the blade cut the sound off. Dante jumped to his feet and ran across to the two skirm trying to make their way to Izzy.

They’d only ever seen her eliminate archdemons like that. It was possible she could destroy lesser demons, but Dante didn’t want to find out. And the skirm trying to get to her were immune from that power of hers.

They discovered that when she was a few years old and one captured her and carried her to the Underworld. Zander was fifteen feet from Izzy and would never reach her in time. Dante poured all his strength into his legs and ran towards her.

He had one titanium weapon in his hand and slashed through the shoulder of the closest skirm. The young man stopped and turned a gun on him. He squeezed the trigger at the same time Dante smashed his knife