Paula Altenburg - Black Widow Demon

The pair slipped away, leaving Creed speechless.

“You’re right,” Seeker said from behind him. He sounded as grim and horrified as Creed felt. “We do need to talk. But first, let’s go find the others.”

…

Blade could not stop Raven from summoning her father. Instead, he dug deep and drew on the piece of the boundary by the sea he had created for her from his imagination. It was not large, just a simple patch of beach that was big enough to encompass Raven, the demon she held, Laurel, and Justice. Blade had managed to exclude Walker and the assassin.

But it was enough. And barely in time.

Raven’s father appeared. In full demon form, he made the patch of beach seem even smaller. His attention was not on his daughter or the demon she held, but rather, the mortals around them. He sniffed the air, then looked at Laurel, his eyes drawn to the blood seeping from the knife wound to form a widening pool.

Behind Raven and the demon she continued to hold in its mortal form, the sea’s waves surged in uproar, spinning and crashing against the shoreline. The turmoil in this particular piece of boundary reflected his emotions, Blade realized with a jolt, because it came from inside him. He buried his feelings, and as they steadied, the waters calmed.

“Release the fire into the demon boundary,” Blade said to Raven.

The fire inside her died away as he had hoped it would. Awareness struck him, crystal clear and bright. Her greatest demon strength posed no danger to the mortal world, as he had once assumed it would before he came to know her so well. Her strength was in the way she used her demon to defend and protect those she loved.

Raven dropped to her knees beside the injured woman and took her hand. Even though she was no longer touching it, the demon could not yet shift back to demon form. The tiny piece of boundary that Blade had drawn on was too small for it to escape Raven’s allure. It turned on Blade.

Blade went for a knife, the smooth, practiced throw catching the demon in its heart. It went down, and he did not need to wait to see if it was dead but sprinted the short distance to Justice because Raven’s father was now advancing on him.

The Godseeker paled but stood his ground. Blade gave him grudging credit. Whatever else he might be, he was not a coward.

The demon spoke to Raven, his eyes flaring red with satisfaction and anticipation. “I’ll grant you one favor for bringing me this,” he said to her. “Anything you wish.”

If Raven accepted the favor, she would find herself more beholden to her father than ever. Blade had made her a promise. He seized Justice’s arm and positioned himself between him and the demon. In his current form, Raven’s father stood head and shoulders above him. Blade possessed no illusions that the demon had any more liking for him than it did for the Godseeker Blade now held in his grasp.

A chilling memory flashed through his thoughts of a long-ago day in the desert when he had been attacked by a demon, left with his leg torn apart and facing certain death. He buried the recollection quickly but not fast enough. The demon’s attention had been diverted from Justice to him. Cruelty shone from its blazing red eyes.

“Give me the mortal,” the demon said.

“If I do, you owe the favor you offered Raven to me, not her,” Blade said. “I want your word that if I give him to you, she owes you nothing. You won’t summon her ever again.”

Justice swung a fist at him. “Bastard traitor to the goddesses.”

Blade ducked the blow and twisted the Godseeker’s arm behind his back, then pressed a knife to his throat. The temptation to kill him for all he had done to Raven was great.

“Try to hit me again,” Blade said to him, “and I’ll draw blood. Then I’ll walk away from you. Do you understand me?”

“I understand that you serve a demon whore now, not the goddesses. You’ll be hanged for this. Or I’ll have you tested as a spawn so you can burn alive.”

Blade did not care about Justice’s opinion of who he served or any punishment he might threaten. He wanted Raven to be free of this man and of the demon, too.

The demon rolled its head back and forth, shrugging meaty shoulders beneath heavy bone plating and thick red skin. Its gaze narrowed on Blade. “For that price, I want more from you. I want the amulet you wear.”

Every instinct in Blade warned that he should not agree. If he gave up the amulet, he gave up his ability to hold this boundary in place. His safety inside it would no longer be guaranteed.

“Ask what he wants with the amulet,” Justice said to Blade. “He gave it to his whore. Why would he want it back now that she’s dead? Sentimentality?” The last word dripped with scorn.

No, Blade did not believe the demon was sentimental about the amulet. With regard to Raven’s mother, however, he did not doubt there was an attachment—Blade felt the same for Raven. And sentimentality was the real reason he did not wish to give the amulet up now, and without question why Raven’s mother had kept it until Justice had taken it from her.

There was more to the demon’s motives than that. Blade could practically taste it. But he would buy Raven’s safety and guarantee that she, at least, would be free. Not even fear of what the demon might do to him in this half-world boundary could deter him.

For Raven, he would risk everything.

“You would trust it?” Justice asked. Incredulity slackened his face. “A demon?”

“As much as I would anyone,” Blade replied. He released his hold on Justice and met the demon’s eyes. He snapped the amulet from the chain around his neck and held it out in his hand.

The demon’s clawed fist curled around the amulet. “She’s far more demon than you wish to believe, mortal. Blood will tell.”

And he crushed it into dust.

The boundary vanished, returning them to the dusk of the mortal world where there was no roar of the sea, only the groan of the wind through the mountains and trees.

Blade had not expected this move. Neither, however, had the demon anticipated the next one from him.

Blade had learned a few things from the Demon Slayer. Hunter had once saved his life, and they had fought demons together in an attack against Freetown. As a result, Blade knew that a demon’s greatest areas of vulnerability were between the bone plating of its natural armor. Blade withdrew a knife from the sleeve of his coat and drove it up and under the gap in the plating beneath the demon’s outstretched arm. Without hesitating, he pulled another knife from a second hidden sheath and drove it into the base of the demon’s throat, slashing sideways until he hit its protective plating, and the knife’s shaft snapped from the metal. Blood spewed, droplets spattering his face, hot and wet.

He turned away, needing no confirmation that he had made a kill and not wanting Justice to have time to escape.

But the Godseeker had not made an attempt at one. He’d grabbed the rifle Blade had left propped against the side of the house.

Blade assessed the situation in a glance.

Raven was on her knees beside Laurel, her hand on the knife buried in her stomach. And Justice had the rifle pointed at Raven’s head.

“I need you to pull the knife out of me. I don’t have the strength,” Laurel gasped.

Raven shook her head. “If I do it might kill you.”

“I’ll die for certain if you don’t.” Laurel’s skin was icy and pale. She had lost a great deal of blood. It seeped through her heavy layer of clothing and spilled around her in a black puddle. “It prevents me from slipping to shadow because it’s inside of me.”

“Will becoming a shadow heal you?” Raven asked. The smell of blood stirred her demon and made her ill. She could tell that Laurel was not sure but hoped it was true, and believed the possibility existed.