12-27-2017, 03:01 PM
His flows were overpowered. They cut, arched and snapped back into him. A punch followed. He was flung backward and all went dark.
Moments later, he gasped for air. His chest felt caved inward, and every breath was agony. His ears rang. His eyes watered. There was no last stand for Dane. He could not overpower their foe. The devil came, and Dane wished for death to take away the pain.
But then he remembered Aria. His love. His bride. Bloodied lips whispered her name.
He lifted his head. The lantern had been knocked over and cast a spotlight upon the demon. His bride was confiscated. Held before him like a sacrificial lamb about to be gutted. "Nooo,"
he cried. "Don't take her from me."
His voice trembled, but he could not move. He was powerless to stop it.
For the first time in his long years as a channeler, he was afraid. Why? Why was this happening.
Moments later, he gasped for air. His chest felt caved inward, and every breath was agony. His ears rang. His eyes watered. There was no last stand for Dane. He could not overpower their foe. The devil came, and Dane wished for death to take away the pain.
But then he remembered Aria. His love. His bride. Bloodied lips whispered her name.
He lifted his head. The lantern had been knocked over and cast a spotlight upon the demon. His bride was confiscated. Held before him like a sacrificial lamb about to be gutted. "Nooo,"
he cried. "Don't take her from me."
His voice trembled, but he could not move. He was powerless to stop it.
For the first time in his long years as a channeler, he was afraid. Why? Why was this happening.