The Chaos of Azazel

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Lilura - 

My breath caught when I caught sight of the woman who had been so earnestly trying to release Azazel. Florence's grey locks hung loose down her back and under her cloak, she wore a light night shift. Symbols of opening and freedom had been painted in a dark red substance on her arms. 

I saw clearly now the rift in the universe. It absorbed all light like a black hole but I could see the rolling and moving black masses. Eva and Kodan were already busy calling in reinforcements. Creatures burst from the rift tearing at the fabric of the world and pushing through in a frenzy of snarling and growling animals. Zombies flung themselves on the ground and charged at us. They were quickly followed by hellhounds that howled into the night with an ear-piercing pitch. More creatures poured out and Kodan and Eva were already locked in battle with some of them. The creatures streamed past me as if I were untouchable. Florence's back was to me so I rushed up behind her. I grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around to face me. Her face was wild and feral.

A great howling and groaning came from the rift as the other world began to deep further into ours. “What are you doing Florence?” I screamed over the wind.

She grabbed at my face and her nails cut into the skin of my cheeks, “I am finishing what your grandmother could not. I will unleash Azazel onto this world and be rewarded for my loyalty and service. And I will watch as he bends you and this world to his will.” Florence's eyes flashed with rage and madness.

“You don’t know what you’re doing. He won’t think twice about killing you. Azazel would never allow himself to be in debt to anyone.” I yelled again. But my words landed on deaf ears as Florence returned to her spell. 

We were in the middle of her witches circle and sigils and symbols burned with white light and power. I scrambled to a familiar sigil and tried to manipulate it. What felt like cold iron wrapped around my ankle and flung me away from the sigil and into a headstone. I gasped for air as the wind flew from my lungs. Hot wet blood trickled down my face from where my head had made contact with the stone. 

Catching my breath I got to my hands and knees. Florence's arms were flung wide and she was chanting with her eyes closed. Monsters and ghosts continued to spill out of the rift. I looked around me for anything that may help. I observed a white handled blade sitting in a bowl of dark red blood. Florence was concentrating on the finishing words of her spell and didn't notice as I grabbed the blade. I sprung to my feet and lunged at Florence, she swirled toward me a second too late and the blade embedded itself into her chest just below her sternum. I thrust the blade upward and it punctured her heart. Florence's eyes were wide with horror and surprise. Blood spilled over her lips, she gave me a gruesome smile and her teeth stained red.

“You’re too late.” She said with a gasp. Florence dropped to her knees and I let go of the knife. She tried to pull the blade from her chest but it was in too deep and her body was weak. I turned to my own horror as the rift pulled apart and a darkness burst from the rift followed by the unmistakable image of my father Azazel stepping out of the rift amid the smoke and shadows.