It? As far as I could see, there were two of them. I stood perfectly still as another creature landed on his wings. My only movement was that of my stomach plummeting to my knees. “Why does it want me?”
“I think it wants me.” Still clasping my arms, he touched his forehead to mine, his body shaking as more of the creatures landed on him—making six by my count. “If anything were to happen to you…” His voice trailed off and I was left to wonder, horrified at what kind of danger he was expecting.
On the path between the water and where we stood, a young couple walked a Dalmatian. Did they notice anything unusual? A chill down their spines perhaps? A pang of fear as they walked through the thick, artificially darkened air? What true horrors had the Grigori held back from us unnoticed, had Michael held back, engaged in a constant battle against darkness?
Michael gasped, steadying himself as another two creatures landed on his wings. That was eight. Just as I was beginning to wonder exactly how much pain he could tolerate, he gave me a slight nod. Instantly, he flared his halo around us and I heard faint shrieking, followed by a sizzling sound. Black smoke emanated from the creatures on his wings. A few of them fell to the ground, writhing and melting like boiled tar.
“This way,” Michael said, ushering me into the bushes.
We stopped near a twisted old tree. Its branches nearly bare for winter, it offered little shelter, but its trunk was thick enough to protect my back. Black forms gathered and surrounded us and an unnatural hissing filled the air.
I knew Michael would do everything in his power to keep me safe. But what about him? The creatures growled and shrieked behind us in a clamoring approach, and Michael was quiet and still, letting them near. Why was he doing this? I began to think he was sacrificing himself to protect me. I wasn’t worth it, no matter how glad I was that he was there.
In the darkness, Michael’s eyes flamed with golden light as they searched mine. “Is there something you love?” he asked, his body vibrating from the creatures attacking his wings.
“You,” I blurted, surprising myself. Heat rushed to my face.
He grinned, despite the obvious pain he was in. “You love me?”
“More than myself sometimes.”
That startled him. “Never more than yourself. I’d never want that.”
“I can’t help it.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead, his lips cool and smooth against my flushed skin. There was a gentle shift in the air as he shook out his wings. “I need you to feel that love, focus on it right now. Not fear, not worry…no matter what you see. Close your eyes if you have to. This thing will try to horrify and fascinate you, so remember that love, okay? It sours the milk. Can you do that for me?”
With the heat of his arms around me, I could do anything. I nodded and he turned, flaring his halo again and stretching out his wings to their full size as though he were in flight. Only this time, instead of luminescent white they were gold, the color of the fire in his eyes.
The creatures that had clung to him fell off in clumps and skittered away. Reaching over his shoulder, he turned, and from his hand blazed his blue sword. At this close range, it appeared to be made not only of steel but of fire and light as well. He held it up menacingly, with a dangerous smile on his face, challenging them.
The sky blackened and thickened, heavy with dread, as more of the creatures arrived. There must have been a hundred of them. The air smelled foul and close, like the inside of a garbage can only a thousand times worse. There was no breeze to dissipate the stench.
Michael stood his ground as the black shapes roiled and writhed, forming a massive single unit. My chest tightened in horror as it teemed and grew taller, forming into a long-necked multi-headed creature the size of a Mack truck. It must have had over twenty heads, each of them with glowing red eyes fixed on Michael, who stared unflinchingly at the center of this black massive creature, presumably where its heart would be—if it had one.
“Be gone!” Michael commanded, his voice strong, musical. I realized this was how it was with the angelic force upon him—a chord rather than a single note. Angel versus human.
The beast recoiled slightly, then let out a ghastly laugh. “Damiel sends his greetings,” it hissed in a wet, glutinous voice.
“You’ll never win, Azazel,” Michael said. “Neither will he.”
One of the demon’s heads nipped at him in defiance. I flinched reflexively, horrified by the damage those teeth could do! Unyielding, he parried with his sword, and the beast rose on its legs, directing its many heads right at him.
Michael dodged and blocked the onslaught of claws and teeth with incredible speed. Caught up in the action, I gasped at the sight of him. He heard it and glanced my way long enough for the creature to land a blow to his back. He flinched, letting out a low, angry sound, almost a growl, and part of me wanted to run to him, to distract the creature, to make it leave him alone. But I stood motionless, frozen in place. I couldn’t look. I couldn’t bear to see him miss, to see the beast hurt him again.
I closed my eyes. Love. Michael had told me to love. I loved him with every cell of my body and every beat of my heart. I knew it as I knew my own name or the color of my own skin. My feelings for him were absolutely true, but I couldn’t feel them. That’s all he’d asked me to do. Feel that love. Just moments ago I had burned with longing, but now I was cold and spent, like steel and ashes. I had failed. What if it were the idea of him that I loved, and not really him? Conjuring images of him would usually make my head spin, but not tonight. Tonight I felt nothing.
Lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed the air getting thicker and heavier around me, or the smell of decay growing in the air until I practically choked on it. The warding necklace Fatima had given me pulsed at my throat. I heard the demon’s menacing laughter but couldn’t see how the fight was going. If Michael was winning or in grave danger, I had no idea, but instinct told me to open my eyes.
Just inches from my face, one of the demon’s heads sniffed me, as if I were food. It smiled a sickening grimace; wet, black flesh hung loosely from its teeth, and its breath was nauseating.
My lungs tightened, making it hard to breathe, and I clenched my hands to keep them from shaking. After distracting Michael the last time, I refused to react audibly and put him at risk. It was going to attack me and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. In a way, it already was. Its presence devoured the love from my heart the way an inferno sucks the air from a building. I’d accept this willingly if it meant Michael would get free. The head of the demon closest to me stuck out a forked tongue, tasting the air around me as a stream of light and energy escaped my chest. Slowly, I backed away, refusing to look directly at the demon. Looking at it only made me feel worse.
Instead, I focused on Michael. Engaged in battle, he was ferocious as a tiger and equally as deadly to this creature. His blue sword slashed and chopped at the demon’s other heads in a whirlwind of light and fire. His shirt, damp with slime, clung to his muscled torso, and I remembered those strong arms encircling me. How safe he had made me feel. How loved. My body burned with the memory of it. A memory that gave me hope…I absolutely did love him! I was wrong to doubt it, to doubt myself. And with this knowledge, I faced the demon, its mouth open, teeth dripping with slime. It was about to sink its jaws into me and it didn’t matter. Everything would be okay.
The creature hesitated, watching me with black steam rising from its mouth. The necklace thrummed at my throat, moving like I’d never felt before. With a high-pitched hum, it shattered and fell from my neck as though it had overloaded.
Michael thrust the blade through the demon’s neck. Black ooze gushed from its head. I recoiled, refusing to shriek, as the demon’s head fell to the ground. Somersaulting, Michael leapt over the severed neck to tackle another head, which he sliced off in a single blow.