Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,3
out against me with his swords raised, ones that flamed purple and licked out at everything they touched, scoring it black instead of setting it alight.
“DRAVEN, STOP THIS!” Dom paused long enough to snarl at his wife, telling her,
“I will deal with your deceit later, woman!” She jerked back as if he had struck her and I could see for myself her own anger close to erupting and when it did, then I knew it would have been nothing compared to Dom’s.
Twin pools of crimson fire were igniting in her eyes but seeing this gave me barely enough time to dodge the blades he continued to swing at me. Meaning that I had no choice but to summon my own blade to my hand, thanking my foresight in having Nesteemia place a summoning spell on the sword of Kings, Caliburnus. A spell which enabled me to feel it start to materialise into a solid weight in my hand. And it was just in time too, for I held it up above my head with barely enough of it appearing in time to save my head as his blades collided with its growing length.
“FUCK DOM, LISTEN!” I roared as I pushed back on the blade making him take a step back allowing my anger to fight his own rage.
“Good, I wanted a fair fight before I see your head fucking roll from your vessel!” he shouted venomously and I snarled back, before swinging the sword around in my hand and showing him that I was ready. Because this time it was a fight I was not going to use my will against him to win. For he would soon discover that I wasn’t the same man he had once fought before.
I was something much more and had the Venom of God running through my veins to prove it!
“Then, in doing so, you see your Chosen One fall also!” I reminded him before I lashed out, hitting against his twin blades so quickly he slipped slightly, which was enough that I caught his shoulder with my blade. Because my words had started to penetrate through the demon’s rage, and he was weakening to the fact. He even looked towards Keira as if seeing her standing there for the very first time and there was only one emotion now clouding his judgement in the fight…doubt.
“Please…don’t do this,” Keira whispered at him, holding herself ridged as if she were now witnessing her whole world as it came crumbling down around her. As if she had failed in some secret quest. But whatever the cause it finally made an impact on Dom as his demon simmered down.
“I will not kill you, Luc, but that doesn’t mean I won’t bring you to your fucking knees!” he shouted back the moment he made his mind up about my death.
“I make no such promise in return, old friend!” I snapped back fighting him now with a far more equal footing, allowing my hits to mirror my deadly mood. I was unrelenting with my sword, swinging it so fast he could barely keep up and on a punishing downward slash, he only just managed to block against it. It was clear to me now that the wrath of his demon had relented even further to the emotional reasons behind the fight. Something I used to my advantage when his guard lowered our collided blades enough for me to punch out at his face, feeling the crack of bone crunch in both his nose and my knuckle.
Then I grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him against the wall with my sword held high ready to strike.
“LUCIUS, NO!” I ignored Keira’s furious and desperate cries in place of something else. As just when I was about to deliver what I knew would be a damaging blow, I heard Amelia’s deep and tortured cry in agony…
A pain I had inflicted.
That was when I lost the fight in me and lowered my weapon. Then I raced to the door, ready to leave the battle behind me in search of one far greater.
The battle for her heart.
“AMELIA!” I shouted her name and nearly made it through the broken doorway when I felt myself behind yanked back before a fist connected with my face, jarring my senses.
“No weapons is fine by me!” Dom snarled at me before another fist connected with my jaw this time making me grunt from the impact as my jaw broke.