Blogtober 2021 Story Project
“The whole world will bend to me,” the dark man said, “and you will be the witness.”
Lucius took another step forward and stared into the Lilitu’s red eyes. “Enough talk,” he said. “Get it over with.”
The dark man reached out and put his hand around Lucius’ neck. His grip was colder than ice, and Lucius felt the chill run through his veins, turning his hands and feet numb. He didn’t take his eyes off his adversary, as he knew he would only have one chance to save himself, and likely the rest of the world with him.
The Lilitu opened his mouth, his canines as long and as sharp as a wolf’s, and he lowered his head toward Lucius’ neck. Lucius extended his thumb and rammed the splinter into the monster’s neck.
A bolt of energy coursed through Lucius’ arm as the remnant of Aaron’s rod sunk into the Lilitu’s skin. He released his grip upon Lucius and staggered back against the wall of the chamber. The other hooded men began to writhe and shriek in agony.
A thick, black liquid oozed from the neck wound, and the dark man began to age a year for each second that passed. The centuries raced by, leaving him nothing but a pile of dusty bones inside a black robe.
The others dissolved into the same black goo as the guard at the Damascus gate, leaving Lucius and Kamali alone in the chamber.
“I knew you would do it,” she said.
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