several deep breaths to stop the flow of tears.
“Kendra!”
The loud bark of alarm jerked her gaze to the iron door. Bomani and at least ten dark warriors filled the open entryway. The Commander’s gaze swung around the room assessing the carnage. Three dead. The sarcophagus toppled. And blood everywhere. Her heart caught in her throat. “Bomani. No!”
To prevent their entry into the cell, Kendra lurched forward grabbing the iron bars and pushed as hard as she could to prevent any more deaths. The growl of an enraged animal emanated behind her. Bomani’s horrified expression told her that Bakari was coming and she was stuck in the middle. Despite this she needed them to back off, or things were going to get ugly. “Get back.”
Stunned, Bomani released the door and it clicked shut. Bakari slammed into the iron gates with such force Kendra was surprised it didn’t crumple. She dashed to the right to avoid being crushed or injured in the folly of violence he wreaked upon it.
Bomani had taken out a strange looking device, but it didn’t take long for Kendra to figure it out. The arc of electricity hit Bakari in the chest. The Death god staggered and bellowed in outrage. Quickly recovering, he charged the bars again and was hit with a stronger current that lit up the room with a bright blue glow.
She gasped seeing the burn marks on his chest. He had already suffered enough and now he was being electrocuted by his own family. “Stop you’re hurting him.”
“Gods damn it, Kendra stay out of the way.”
“No, stop it. He doesn’t deserve this.”
As Kendra reached for Bakari, the atmospheric pressure around the cell increased significantly, like a heavy weight of water against her chest. An invisible force launched Bakari into the far wall of the cell. He struggled against the bond but to no avail. She ran to help him, but a strong muscled arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground.
“Get her out of here.”
At Asar’s command Bomani whisked her out of the cell and up the steps, but not before Bakari let out a shriek that settled ice in her veins and in her soul.
Chapter Eleven
Bakari’s vision cascaded to shades of crimson. The beast that always lay dormant in Underworld gods came raging to the surface. He struggled against his capturer’s hold. The time since his release was a blur. Barely sane, the unbearable hunger tore away at his black heart. His only respite from the torture was his phantom siren. A beautiful petite female that granted him relief from his pain, if only for a moment.
Her sweet blood haunted him, along with energy, so soft and fulfilling, it gave him fleeting lucidity and control. He remembered the fine quiver of her bottom lip and rapid cascade of her breath against his skin. Beautiful yellow flecks dotted her large brown eyes. Despite all the horror he saw in them, she bravely approached him. Touched him. Took his pain away.
Now she was gone. Taken from him. “I will kill all of you,” he snarled.
The large powerful god who held him barked orders out to the other demons. “Shut that gods damn door.” He motioned to another demon dressed in a long black robe.
The god approached but kept outside Bakari’s ability to kill. There were only a few individuals that knew the limitations of his powers.
“Release me.”
“You must listen to me. I know you are confused. You have been under for a very long time.”
“Five years!” He hated the weakness that plagued his voice and his body. His muscles had withered to half their original size, otherwise he would have been able to break this hold.
“Did Kendra tell you that?” The robed demon asked.
Bakari hung his head, shaking it to clear the foggy memories. What was his savior’s name? She had told him, didn’t she? “Five years. She said five years. Five years.”
“Do you remember anything of your confinement?”
“Five years.” Those words in the small musical voice rang over and over
“Kendra!”
The loud bark of alarm jerked her gaze to the iron door. Bomani and at least ten dark warriors filled the open entryway. The Commander’s gaze swung around the room assessing the carnage. Three dead. The sarcophagus toppled. And blood everywhere. Her heart caught in her throat. “Bomani. No!”
To prevent their entry into the cell, Kendra lurched forward grabbing the iron bars and pushed as hard as she could to prevent any more deaths. The growl of an enraged animal emanated behind her. Bomani’s horrified expression told her that Bakari was coming and she was stuck in the middle. Despite this she needed them to back off, or things were going to get ugly. “Get back.”
Stunned, Bomani released the door and it clicked shut. Bakari slammed into the iron gates with such force Kendra was surprised it didn’t crumple. She dashed to the right to avoid being crushed or injured in the folly of violence he wreaked upon it.
Bomani had taken out a strange looking device, but it didn’t take long for Kendra to figure it out. The arc of electricity hit Bakari in the chest. The Death god staggered and bellowed in outrage. Quickly recovering, he charged the bars again and was hit with a stronger current that lit up the room with a bright blue glow.
She gasped seeing the burn marks on his chest. He had already suffered enough and now he was being electrocuted by his own family. “Stop you’re hurting him.”
“Gods damn it, Kendra stay out of the way.”
“No, stop it. He doesn’t deserve this.”
As Kendra reached for Bakari, the atmospheric pressure around the cell increased significantly, like a heavy weight of water against her chest. An invisible force launched Bakari into the far wall of the cell. He struggled against the bond but to no avail. She ran to help him, but a strong muscled arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground.
“Get her out of here.”
At Asar’s command Bomani whisked her out of the cell and up the steps, but not before Bakari let out a shriek that settled ice in her veins and in her soul.
Chapter Eleven
Bakari’s vision cascaded to shades of crimson. The beast that always lay dormant in Underworld gods came raging to the surface. He struggled against his capturer’s hold. The time since his release was a blur. Barely sane, the unbearable hunger tore away at his black heart. His only respite from the torture was his phantom siren. A beautiful petite female that granted him relief from his pain, if only for a moment.
Her sweet blood haunted him, along with energy, so soft and fulfilling, it gave him fleeting lucidity and control. He remembered the fine quiver of her bottom lip and rapid cascade of her breath against his skin. Beautiful yellow flecks dotted her large brown eyes. Despite all the horror he saw in them, she bravely approached him. Touched him. Took his pain away.
Now she was gone. Taken from him. “I will kill all of you,” he snarled.
The large powerful god who held him barked orders out to the other demons. “Shut that gods damn door.” He motioned to another demon dressed in a long black robe.
The god approached but kept outside Bakari’s ability to kill. There were only a few individuals that knew the limitations of his powers.
“Release me.”
“You must listen to me. I know you are confused. You have been under for a very long time.”
“Five years!” He hated the weakness that plagued his voice and his body. His muscles had withered to half their original size, otherwise he would have been able to break this hold.
“Did Kendra tell you that?” The robed demon asked.
Bakari hung his head, shaking it to clear the foggy memories. What was his savior’s name? She had told him, didn’t she? “Five years. She said five years. Five years.”
“Do you remember anything of your confinement?”
“Five years.” Those words in the small musical voice rang over and over
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