34. Not A Chance In Hell #2
“And what? Just wait for the water supply to get fucked, the entire town to starve?” I cried out.
On the ground, our priests were trying to buy us time, Kais taking careful aim with his crossbow, catching Belial dead center in the throat.
Another brain-splitting roar sounded, and even Az’s flight faltered.
Az’s lips curled up, even as his gaze was weary. “You should’ve been in Heaven this whole time, Deyva, I swear to God.”
“Drop me on his shoulders, Az.”
“One royally fucked piggy back ride coming right up,” Az said, swooping past Belial’s raised fist, before tossing me carefully onto Belial’s left shoulder.
I screamed, ripping into Belial’s shoulder with my left arm, his thrashing starting, before stabbing roughly into the side of his throat.
I didn’t know if a demon king had a jugular, or even a pulse, but I knew getting stabbed in the throat had to fucking hurt.
And it must have, because Belial reared back, a piercing scream raised to the sky which seemed to threaten to split for a moment.
Black blood rushed out of the wound as I pulled Andrew free, cascading over Belial’s twisted muscles, making my feet slip and skid over his leathery hide.
I waited for Belial’s thrashing to calm before jumping, jamming Andrew into the base of Belial’s horn, hanging on by a thread of strength as his head tossed me side to side. He reached for me, claws out, and I scrambled over to his other shoulder, repeating the piercing to his throat, his horn.
David had taken Goliath down with his slingshot. I would take Belial down with a thousand pinpricks if I had to.
“Deyva! Hang on,” Kais screamed from the ground.
I tore my arm through Belial’s ear, hanging on like the world’s bitchiest earring, as Kais aimed and fired again, this bolt lodging itself directly into one eye, a vivid yellow spurting forth.
Belial bellowed, bowing for the ground, arms stretched out to swipe at my men.
Azariah dove between them, holy light spilling out of him, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough, Belial would only end up hurting Az too much.
I leapt, running for the knot of spine at the base of Belial’s short neck, jamming in Andrew and then jumping.
The blade cut through skin and muscle and tendons, their snap audible as I fell, Andrew’s path down the demon’s spine shedding a waterfall of black blood over my head.
Belial arched with his scream, one foot managing to reach out and kick Zach and Stavros aside, another hand swiping Az away, his wings skidding against the ground, gold feathers scattering.
I landed poorly, an ankle rolling under me, and I realized that the blood running down my sides wasn’t only Belial’s, there was blue in the mix.
He must’ve pierced my ribs while he had his grip on me.
“Deyva! Look out!” Kais screamed.
The foot that had kicked Zach and Stavros was heading to stomp on me, and Belial was shedding heat like a bonfire, beating Kais back and making him wince, sweat breaking out all over me as black blood stung my eyes.
I jumped before the foot landed, scratching Andrew across the back of Belial’s heel, mostly nicking bone.
I climbed up Belial’s leg, shouting back to Kais. “Aim for his head!”
Kais fired again, one bolt after another, keeping Belial’s focus upwards to try and defend his remaining good eye as I climbed up his leg, slashing at the back of his knee.
My skin felt like it was boiling everywhere I touched him, his heat unbearable, but I couldn’t stop, even as my palms sizzled and my arms were sticky with his thick, tar-like blood.
I gagged as I reached the top of his thighs. Demon King crotch smelled like battery acid. It tasted worse. But there was one reliable place where all men, even the apex predators of Hell, were sensitive.
“Now, Deyva!” Zach cried out, and my relief to see him and Stavros on their feet, fire hoses of holy water at the ready, was all I needed.
King Belial, like many in Hell, had a bit of a pain kink. So as horrifying as the sight of his crooked, tangled, knobbly, and erect cock was, it was convenient. I jumped, aiming Andrew, prepared for my fall, and cut through his ugly, disgusting, torturous dick.
It wasn’t a smooth slice, but it did the trick. Belial’s howl cut through everything in my mind, erasing my love, my anger, my fear and replacing it all with pain.
I wasn’t aware of anything, until the moment Belial caught me in his grip, squeezing and tearing his claws into my body.
That was a fresher, separate agony, and it made my eyes widen, my lungs stutter as blood filled them.
Above me, Belial sneered, both eyes bleeding, his teeth black with his own death.
“Very well, feeder. You and I will fall together,” Belial rasped, and the sound was knives scratching over my bones.
Then he tossed me over his shoulder like a toy, sending me right back to the pits, my lovers crying out for me until the sound was buried in the heavy black cloak surrounding me.