Supernaturals

38. The fight doesn't end well with me

DECLAN

“My name is Ichabod Timin Romeli. I am the leader of all the demons in this realm and I'm here for one reason and one alone," one of the demons said aloud as he and his fellow demons walked comfortably into the werewolf territory, seeming to have no fear at all.

He continued, “I'm going to make it as easy as I can for you all. You all have two choices and two only. You either die or agree to sell your souls to me. And, uhm, before you start begging, let me make it very clear that there's no other option and I'd like to think you're all sensible enough to know that fighting us is simply bravery in futility.”

He further explained what “sell your soul” entailed. It was a sort of verbal agreement that was needed for Ichabod to have control over everyone. It was more like selling your brains and minds.

So the demons didn't want to kill everyone, after all, they wanted control. In my book, that was also death.

Ichabod spoke again, his demon voice clearly heard by everyone. “I will not repeat myself, come forward or face the repercussion of your foolishness.”

Was he nuts? Who would agree to be controlled by a demon? Wasn't that a fate imminently worse than death?

Shawn stepped out and yelled out to them the stance of his territory. “We don't want any trouble but have it in your mind that we will neither be bullied nor would we go down without a damn good fight.”

Ichabod and a couple of other demons cracked up after Shawn made his firm stance clear.

Ichabod spoke again, this time now with a malicious smile on his paper-white face. “Firstly, you don't get to want anything. I don't care if you want trouble or not, weaklings like your kind shouldn't even exist in the first place." He snapped his fingers and a ridiculously long whip appeared out of nowhere. “Secondly, the demons can't get into fights with any other kinds, we are more powerful than the gods, if there are any, and we are more powerful than the world itself.”

“Yet you have no relevance in this world, do you?" Eve asked, holding her crossbow carefully in her hands. “Before the apocalypse, the humans were everywhere, conquering the world with mere intelligence. Where were the demons?”

“You seem to have accepted your fate, haven't you lady?" Ichabod inquired.

“Even if you end up killing everyone, you'd just be the king of a dead world," Eve teased, smiling though she was as scared as everyone else.

Ichabod chuckled and then yelled loudly. “The world didn't die on its own, did it? Oh, you simpletons don't know? For centuries, my kind has planned to create a plague that will end humanity and now that plan has come to fruitful manifestation."

Ichabod played with the whip in his hands and started coming towards the werewolves, all of whom were together forming a very big circle.

He spoke softly this time. “For the sake of the little ones, I'll give you all another chance to reconsider. Come out now—”

“Ugly face, we are not buying your crap,” Eve said, as she shot two arrows at him.

The arrows turned to ash as they got to Ichabod.

Ichabod bit his lower lip as his eyes burned with fury. “I can see that you have all chosen death, and death you shall receive.” He turned to the demon behind him. “What are you all waiting for? Annihilate these weaklings.”

Ichabod flicked his fingers and Eve got pulled by a rough wind towards him. Before she could get close, I pulled her back.

Ichabod was shocked for a while and he nodded at me. “I remember you, more vividly, I remember how your mother tasted. I remember forcing my d**k inside of her and watching her cry helplessly. Do you know what rugae is? Your mother's was the best.”

He wanted me to become reckless and angry. I couldn't allow myself to fall into such a trap, especially at a time like this. I wanted to punch him in the face till his face became nothing but dirt in my hands. But I couldn't. Also, I found it weird that he recognized me immediately. How powerful was this Ichabod guy?

Ichabod wasn't done torturing me with words. “Her v****a revealed its pinkness when I forced my finger into her. F*cked her with my mouth, d**k, fingers, a bottle, and finally, a knife. Let's say she didn't enjoy having a blade go into her.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and it brought a smile to his face when he saw them. I kept my calm. Killing myself will not bring her back.

Shawn came to me immediately and whispered. “We need to run away, I don't know where but we can't stay here. We have lost one hundred and fourteen people and they haven't even started with us yet.”

With the way things are going, the demons will end us all in five minutes.

We made a plan as quickly as possible. All this was said in less than thirty seconds. Shawn planned to have twenty different werewolves use gasoline to set the territory on fire so we could have a diversion. My role in all these was to delay the demons by air since I could fly myself. Was it a good plan? No. Was it the best we could think of at the moment? Most definitely.

Ichabod shot a bolt of lightning at me and he missed. I felt the energy go past me and then blast open a hole more than twenty feet deep in the earth. If that had hit me, it would have been game over. Still could be though.

“Now!" Shawn yelled.

In a manner that appeared to be masterly choreographed, the werewolves set the place on fire as we had planned. The last part of the plan was to bring out all the gas cylinders available and I was to set them ablaze. There were twenty-three cylinders available, three way bigger than the rest. The werewolves that lit the little town ablaze had positioned twenty of the cylinders in different parts of the town.

Everything moved pretty fast especially since the demons weren't sure what was going on.

I had the three biggest ones with me, and with every emotion, I could feel, I was going to use them most brutally.

The werewolves were fleeing the territory, and as Shawn had asked, they went in different ways. No more than five people moving together. Good thing the demons had brought the fences down.

“Come here," Ichabod said, pulling Shawn towards himself with a turbulent wind. “What's this stupidity? Where is everyone going? You think running away is the answer?”

“You sick-minded bastard,” Shawn cursed. “You'll never find us, I promise you that.”

Ichabod's worried expression slowly faded and he smiled. “Us? I will find every last one of them, that I assure you. You, however, will face the heat and of my wrath.”

“Leave him the f*ck alone!” I shouted. “If you want a fight, why not pick someone your size?”

He released his hands from Shawn's throat and turned to where I stood. “So it's true after all, isn't it?”

“What's true?” I inquired.

“That good-looking people are always daft. You think yourself my equal?”

At this point, I knew anything could happen. I could escape, that was possible. All I needed was to create a diversion and I would fly away. But about Shawn? We were the only ones left in the territory— apart from Ichabod and his army of cringe-looking demons. The rest have managed to escape though some demons went after them.

I had only one choice. Fight Ichabod with all I had, and then Shawn would have a shot at surviving. I, on the other hand, would have to say goodbye to this world because saving myself and also Shawn was impossible. It was either I saved myself, or Shawn, who was a leader and a good person. I didn't even have to think twice. His life was more important than mine.

I flung the three huge cylinders at Ichabod, who charged at me with three others close behind him, with all I got. “You’re talking about heat? Feel this then!”

The cylinders were still airborne when I shot demon fire at them and then there was a huge explosion. This was the distraction I created and I didn't expect them to allow us to escape just because of this. I charged at them, signalling at Shawn to save himself. He wanted to argue but he saw there was no time for that. He metamorphosed into a wolf and fled.

Ichabod evaded my first three attacks and then caught the fourth in his huge hands, breaking my wrist with one squeeze.

“You brought this on yourself, you know this, right?” He asked, as held me above the ground with just one hand, my legs dangling in the air.

I spat at his face. “I helped save good people and I'm beyond happy that I died being nothing like the lot of you.”

A peal of great laughter broke out.

Ichabod drove his fist into my face and broke my nose at the instant. “You're an abomination, you confused vermin,” Ichabod said. “And it's stupid of you to think that we won't find them. In a matter of hours or a few days at most, they will be found. That's a given. You, my friend, have come to a shameful end.”

He stretched his hands behind him and someone handed him a hammer.

Oh boy! This wasn't going to be funny at all.

He forced me to lie on the ground, opened my mouth and put some black powder into my mouth.

“Now that's going to kill the demon in you," he echoed, a grin growing on his face. “This—" he said, holding the hammer above my head—“ will kill the vampire in you.”

I only felt the sharp pain when the first three hits struck me. I guess I was too numb to feel the rest though I was pretty sure he hit me a dozen more times. After the hits, I stopped feeling anything. Well, I guess that's what death is all about.