have to potentially kill a load of Harpies and then find my way out of whatever level of Hell this was, I now had to break out Nero without getting caught. Because either way I looked at this, I needed to protect her before unleashing the bat shit crazy version of myself on these bitches!
“Okay, so new plan, save the girl, get her somewhere safe, come back, kick ass, find the bloody Eye of Crimson that started this whole holy fucked up thing and then try and find a fucking map out of this place…oh yeah, piece of fucking cake, Fae…idiot.” I ended this scorning myself by slapping a palm to my forehead as I lowered my head in frustration. Because the likelihood of this actually happening was like pissing in the wind and hoping not to get soaked. Of course, there was always the option to make a break for it with Nero and not look back. But then my biggest fear was losing the opportunity to kill them all, doing so when they least expected it. And with those bitches still alive then they would most likely just come and hunt us down when they realised we were gone.
Gods, but I swear if I ever ended up making stupid decisions and coming to Hell again then I was doing so dressed like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Commando after robbing that gun shop. Of course, I would first have to learn how to use most of that shit, as I was more of a ‘fighting with a sword’ kind of girl. Which reminded me to pick up the weapon I had dropped when seeing Nero.
Speaking of which, I glanced over the top of the stone to see what was happening now. The poor girl looked half ready to give up and half ready to die trying to kill every last one of them. Her head hung limp between her arms that were pulled up above her the way mine had. Her clothes were covered in dirt as if she had been half dragged along the floor, and blood stains edged the parts of the fabric wherever it was torn.
“Just hang on a little longer, Nero,” I whispered as if she could hear me. Then, as if she were subconsciously answering me, her spark of power ignited when one of the Harpies got closer and tried to take a menacing swipe at her. She muttered something I couldn’t hear, which I gathered to be some kind of spell as a blue flame grew in her fist and when she opened her fingers the flaming orb shot from her hand above and hit the Harpy square in the face.
It screamed a high pitch wail before falling back with its head on fire. The other Harpies screeched all around it like a pack of birds fighting, making me realise they mustn’t like the fire despite obviously needing it to see. The Queen barked an order in some other language making the dark spotted one next to her push off her perch. She swooped low and grabbed the one on fire by its legs before carrying her off into the air. I then watched as she heartlessly flung the flaming Harpy over the Castle wall and away from the rest of the swarm. The whole time it was screaming as the blue flames were melting its skin and hair, filling the air with the horrid stench of burnt flesh.
I watched it fall out of sight and the second the screaming stopped I knew it was dead.
“Well, that’s one down,” I muttered with a grin.
***
I don’t know how long I had to wait until they finally started to piss off for the night, but it was dark with a strange red hue in the sky. Some of the surrounding torches still flickered but from the look of things, it wouldn’t be for long as two of them had died out about fifteen minutes ago. The night was also eerily still, with the two Harpies put on guard duty dozing where they perched. One was positioned on higher ground and the other closer to where Nero was still hanging by her wrists. Her head had fallen lower now, telling me she was either asleep or passed out.
I also knew that to take out two Harpies without them making a sound was going to be tricky and cutting their throats was going to be my only option. To be perfectly honest, I was winging it from this