Chapter 39 Nero
We immediately formed a protective triangle around Sydney. She was good with her fists if she managed to take Kujo down, but this was a magic fight and she wasn’t there yet. She was going to be magnificent when her wings and magic came in, but right now, she needed us.
We just fetched Cambion. Sometimes, we were really busy if some demons got stupid and other times, we had a lot of down time. We trained for any and all scenarios. We never thought we were going to have to use it, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared.
I felt a lot better that I wasn’t completely hobbled and was allowed to use the magic I was born with. Even if it was just this one time and Satan couldn’t fulfill his promise, it could save us. Angels weren’t immune to me. That was mostly why there were so many laws about my kind.
Satan waved his hand and burned a pentagram into the ground and ordered us all inside. I’d never seen this done before and this was one of those angel things the rest of us didn’t really know about. This was as new to me as it was to Sydney.
This place gave me the creeps. Celix really should have told us this place was really haunted.
I didn’t know how he would have known ghosts were real since I didn’t know ghosts were real, but he should have known, anyway.
Kujo didn’t know, either, and he was grinning like a psychopath because he was actually insane.
Actually, scratch that. Sydney looked a little excited, too.
More curious than excited, but she didn’t look as nervous as I felt.
I might actually be falling in love with this woman and she was so far out of my league, it wasn’t funny.
“Do you remember the words?” Satan asked.
“Yes,” Wrathhog said, clapping hands with her dad.
None of us knew Enochian. I never knew if they thought demons were filthy beasts who didn’t deserve to speak the language or angels or they just wanted to slag us in a language we didn’t know.
When they started chanting, it was just eerie out here. The more they went, it was like the temperature dropped and it got darker. The wind picked up to the point it was practically howling. That was when the ghosts came. It wasn’t their spirits as they were in life. It was how they died.
“Ah! Lava monsters!” I yelled.
“Holy shit.”
We were in a tornado of about fifty angry ghosts.
They were screaming at us in a language that was much older than I was.
I had no idea what they were saying, but they were pissed about it.
The pentagram we were standing in was some kind of protection field.
When they realized someone was trying to send them somewhere, they started trying to attack the force field.
It was like some kind of electric field.
Every time a ghost slammed against it, there were sparks flying off of it.
Did Satan and Wrathhog know what they were doing?
It was almost like the ghosts were getting a little more solid.
It was getting tense and a little scary.
I was much more comfortable when I had a target to hit.
I didn’t think ghosts were affected by my magic.
The spirits started glowing red and shrieking louder like they were in pain. Then the red started turning to gold, and the spirits were screaming less. It was hurting my ears. Eventually, the screaming was done, and the spirits were at peace.
They eventually dissolved into nothing. I didn’t know where they ended up. They were older than Christianity, but at least they were no longer stuck here.
We hadn’t been accosted by other angels. The imp would have heard that and contacted their master. We still needed to go in the volcano. This was the part I was comfortable with. I had a target with an actual body to deal with.
Sydney slid one hand in mind and the other in Celix’s. She felt nervous. I got it. It wasn’t about ghosts or rogue angels. She would be meeting her father for the first time. I gave it a comforting squeeze.
“You ready?”
“Am I allowed to say no after that shit?”
“No,” Kujo said.
“Dick.”
“You’ve come this far,” Celix said.
“Then let’s rescue the King of Hell,” Sydney said.
That was my girl.