23
Micah
Another boom echoed in my ears and another ball of fire descended on the small Italian town. I watched from the mountain as the orange and yellow consumed the houses and buildings. Women, children, and men ran, some crying, some yelling, some badly burnt. There was nowhere to go. They were trapped by the fire.
Aruhi appeared by my side. “It’s done, my lord.”
“Good,” I said.
I waved my fingers at him and black snakes wrapped around him. He cried and jerked against the magical hold, but the snakes bit him and his body went limp, falling to the ground.
Forgetting the fallen lesser god, I watched the scene for hours until the fire was gone, leaving only charcoal behind.
I sighed, walked to Aruhi’s sleeping figure, picked up his limp body, hoisted it over my shoulder, and telepo
