Say Your Prayers

Kais

H ow could I explain to the others that brief and ugly moment in my own mind when I’d considered—seriously given genuine thought to—agreeing to the demon general’s terms. One angel, only recently arrived, and a bit of a thorn in my side, in exchange for my town’s safety? Permanent safety?

“Not a fucking chance!” Jason bellowed. “That’s our goddamn angel!” He bent, grabbing a fist-sized rock from the ground as the rest of the crowd cheered around him, and whipped it across the gate and into the chest of the general. Impressive, actually.

The hellhound bucked, rising onto back legs the size of tree trunks, and our human cries of defiance were swept under the horrifying howl that followed, raising every hair on my body and piercing at my ear drums. Beside me, Azariah backed away with a pale face, his head shaking slowly, apologetic eyes on mine.