Chapter 5
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"Oh, I just wanted to watch you get flustered. It was cute."
Raya widened her eyes in shock. He was an asshole apparently and maybe she had judged him wrongly.
It would be weird to not be one when he looked like that.
She let the frown she was feeling show when suddenly the air went in a different direction.
She sensed a massive shift in the aura of the bar. It was not a hard one to miss. She could instantly smell the sulfur and the burning stone that accompanied it.
At first, she thought that she had slipped into one of her trance-like states but that was not what this was.
He felt it too. He and half the bar felt the shift that she was referring to.
He instantly snarled along with the rest of them.
She could hear a scratching sound beside her. She looked to see how claws dug into the bar table and the stool behind him.
His teeth were out and growls were filling the air. The aura was getting closer and it made her skin crawl.
She had felt this feeling before. Anytime she went to hell and not by her own accord. There was this crawling in her skin but this felt a thousand times worse.
It was an innate feeling of dread and fear and this eerie feeling of being awfully close to the tortured souls of the damned.
She could not explain how she knew that or felt that way but she just did and now was not the time to even know why.
She doubted that the why could save her anyway.
The air had gotten darker than it should and a red hot hand forced its way into the entrance of the bar.
The figure stuck its hand into the door, melting the woodwork that was close to it enough to make a tiny hole for a quick peek.
Growls intensified as the wolves took a position. Their claws were out and she could sense the menacing feeling they emanated in the air. They were not about to tuck their tail and run.
It forced its way into the door as lava dripped from its very skin if she could even refer to it as that.
It did not take long for the demon to come into full focus.
It stood at the door as the demon scanned from face to face. It looked like it was looking for something or someone and her suspicions were confirmed much to her horror when its dark soulless eyes stopped directly on her.
"Clavis," it said with foam and brimstone coming out of its mouth.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered as it made a beeline for Raya.
Jackson did not take long to figure out what was going on.
He shoved her behind the counter as he barked orders to engage. He himself shifted his hind legs and paws into something more deadly.
He lunged at the creature with all his might.
"Tu es clavis," it said more clearly now. "Clavis."
Where had she heard that before, she wondered?
The creature was tossing everything and everyone out of the way. Out of its way until it was the only thing left standing.
Key! She exclaimed to herself. It meant key. That was Latin for you are the key.
The creature grabbed her by the neck, hoisting her up when her grimoire appeared in thin air again.
But she could cast any spells. Not when it had his hands wrapped around her throat. She was entirely powerless to stop whatever it is that was about to happen.
It turned around, about to hear for the door with her in hand when Jackson came in front of it.
He plunged his hand straight into the heart of this creature.
Raya watched as its eyes went even darker and the life drained away from it.
It fell to the ground, disintegrating into dust as she also fell too.
He caught her before she hit the ground while she was coughing from not being able to breathe those moments.
"Here I thought I was the only one allowed to take your breath away." He told her with wounds all over his chest.
She did not take long before she was forced to close her eyes. She didn't know if she had fainted or anything like that but she knew she had to close her eyes.
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"No, she has a plan." Raya heard a faint voice from a distant location.
"This is not a request." The voice added with a ferocious growl that accompanied it. "It is an order!" He said.
That was Jackson.
"We wouldn't know about this threat if it wasn't for her and I don't know about you but I like the land of the living like it is," Jackson said with more intensity.
She had a mighty headache that didn't look like it was planning to let up anytime soon. It was not a pretty feeling.
"But that thing was after her!" a female voice piped up. "Why don't we let it have her." another one said. But this time it was a male voice that accompanied the female one.
"No!" Jackson interjected. "We can't do that." He told them. "That thing was the first of many and I know there's more—" He added.
"But it wanted just her so…"
"—so nothing!" he responded in a more ferocious tone.
Raya stood up from the bed that she had been placed on. She saw a tiny piece of light that she followed until she came back into the bar.
"Now I don't wanna hear any more of —" He started saying when she opened the door.
She had not meant to make a ruckus but she did.
Instantly, all eyes were on her and she wished that they weren't.
She stood for a couple of seconds before she eventually.
"That is a hellhound and you may not believe me but more are coming and I assure you, they would not be so kind." She told them.
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