He relished the image of Sin ripping Zakar's heart out to save mankind.
The only thing better would have been to have taken his woman and have her hold the lock in her chest. But that would have been suicide since her death could very well unleash a Charonte army to hunt for them.
No. This was much better. It would be like Sin killing himself, only worse.
Stepping forward, Kessar cocked his head as he looked down at Zakar who was weeping from the pain of his chest having been ripped open. The chain that led to the Dimme tomb flowed out of his back.
He smirked at the man's pain. "What is that quaint human expression I learned last night? Sometimes you're the dog and sometimes you're the hydrant?" He tsked at Zakar. "Guess you're the hydrant today, eh?"
Zakar's entire body was shaking as he bravely lifted his head to pin Kessar with a lethal glare. "Fuck you."
"No, thank you. I prefer women." He ducked as Zakar tried to spit on him. "And you gods think you're so superior. You cry and spit and beg for mercy, just like everyone else. You have no more dignity than the lowest beggar." He balled his fist in Zakar's hair and pulled it hard. "I can't wait to see you die."
Zakar panted as more pain assaulted him and that thought actually made Kessar hard.
Kessar stepped back. He needed to find a female for a few minutes. "Neti. Guard him well. I'll be back to play with him shortly."
Sin had just returned to his penthouse with Kat when the Rod started glowing. Two seconds later, something that felt like an earthquake shook the entire casino.
"What the...?" Damien asked as several pictures fell to the floor and shattered. "Is that more bomb testing?"
Sin shook his head as a bad feeling went through him. "No. It's something else." He looked at Kat to see if she felt what he did.
"I don't know what that is," she said her voice tone filled with apprehension. "But I don't like it."
Kish pushed himself up on the wall. "Maybe it was the quake they're always saying is going to hit Vegas."
"Maybe..." But the Rod was still glowing and now a low-level hum had started emanating from it. "Something's not right."
All of a sudden, a light shot from the Rod, illuminating the area in front of Sin. A tall, black-haired woman appeared in a dark brown ancient gown. He had no idea who she was...
"The seal has weakened," she said in Sumerian. "The Dimme will be freed in six marks. Whoever holds this tool, you must reseal their tomb..."
"Six marks?" Damien asked. "What the hell does that mean?"
"Two hours," Kat and Sin said simultaneously.
Kat looked at Sin. "I thought we had a couple of weeks?"
"So did I," he said gruffly. "Something else must have happened to accelerate the clock."
Damien made a face of exaggerated happiness. "That's just beautiful. Zippity-doo-da! What a wonderful day."
Kat sighed heavily. "So much for planning an attack, huh?"
Sin walked through the diagram as he went to retrieve his last sword that would easily kill the gallu. "We need to gather everyone we can."
Damien scoffed. "Uh, boss, hate to be a pall, but I think everyone we can gather is currently here in this room."
Sin paused to look at Simi, Xirena, Damien, Kat, Kish, and Xypher. It was a pitiful number of defenders. But it was all the world had. "In that case, we need to seriously arm ourselves."
Damien crossed himself. "Hail Mary, full of grace-"
"What are you doing?" Kish asked. "You're not Catholic."
"Yeah but I'm feeling really religious all of a sudden and it seemed like a good idea."
Sin rolled his eyes. He looked at Simi and Xirena. "You two are our tanks." He glanced around to the others. "We'll have to guard them so that they don't get overwhelmed and brought down. If we lose them, we have no one who can help us."