14. VHEX
VHEX
Fuck.
This.
Bat.
Wing.
Bastard .
I rain hellfire into the shadows.
It hurts.
But the last blast of freezing troll blood cools me down enough to recognize Azrid’s face.
Then I remember:
That face needs to be punched.
He took a slash ending the daddy troll.
Now his ass is slow.
I take him to the floor to work out my fire.
My knuckles split.
His face dents.
I catch a scent off his skin.
Something sweet and fresh and cool.
Something that belongs to me. Not to him.
This. Fucking. Bat .
I drop his collar as he goes limp.
Now that I have her scent, I can feel her.
Close.
“Wife?” I turn toward her energy ripples.
She’s calling me home.
Fuck.
My poison fang drops.
Pain stabs my jawbone.
It’s been too long.
Maybe she’s the one who ends it all.
I splash through hellfire, chasing the promise of coolness.
Of relief.
I melt through crumbled walls, but the fire uses me as fuel.
I need her.
Only my Guide can end this pain.