Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

on in this dank chamber, black candles sat all around and moonlight shone through a skylight of some kind. She squinted around her and could see that the men were wearing robes and… costume horns ?
    In their chanting, one word seemed to be repeated: Demonaeus . This must be some kind of sicko, demon-worshipping cult.
    Yet they weren’t wearing masks to conceal their identities. She was certain that meant one thing—they didn’t plan to let her out of this place alive.
    “My family will be looking for me,” she lied. Her parents were dead. She had no siblings. “I’m not the one you want for this…this sacrifice.” Tears pooled, then spilled down her temples. “I’m not special in any way.”
    A couple of them gave harsh laughs at that.
    “ This isn’t happening,” she whispered to herself, trying to stem her panic. “ This isn’t happening .”
    She gazed up at the glass dome above her. The moon had risen almost directly over an unusual etching in the center of the glass, depicting what looked like the face of a horned demon.
    The shadow from the etching would slide directly over the altar, over her, when the moon hit it. It was a gnomon, a shadow maker, like that of a sundial.
    The men seemed to await the shadow’s advent, glancing up every so often. Await it for what?
    As the moon continued to ascend, their chanting grew louder. She struggled harder, kicking her legs and thrashing her arms.
    Lightning flashed across the sky. She vaguely noted that the more she strained to get free, the more frequently the bolts flickered overhead.
    The largest of the men slid between her spread legs. When he removed his robe, comprehension hit her. She couldn’t see below his waist but knew he was naked. “ No, no, no…don’t do this! ”
    The whites of his eyes were…flooded with black? He clamped her thighs, dragging her over rough stone to the edge of the altar.
    She shrieked. All hell broke loose.
    The men slapped their hands over their ears; the glass above them splintered into ominous forks through the etched demon’s face—then the whole of it shattered, raining heavy shards all around the untouched altar.
    A lightning bolt jagged down through the opening to spear her squarely in the chest, tossing the men away.
    She screamed from the impact, arching with her fists clenched. The bolt was a physical force continuing on and on.
    Unimaginable heat sizzled through her veins. Her two rings melted off her fingers, her earrings from her ears. Her necklace and watch were seared to liquid, dripping from her body.
    She was unharmed—because her skin was somehow hotter than the boiling metal.
    The pressing weight of the electricity filled her with power, with…comfort. When it ended, Holly was changed. She didn’t feel alone in this place.
    Punish them, a voice seemed to whisper in her mind . They dared to hurt you….
    Her earlier terror was strangled by a fresh rage. Her fingers were suddenly tipped with razor-sharp claws. Her eyesight was keener than it had ever been even in the darkness. Fangs grew in her mouth.
    Though she felt no ill effects from the lightning, the demons looked dazed, blinded. They were bleeding from the falling glass.
    But they quickly regrouped. She rose, crouching on the altar, waiting as they stalked closer. One had a club—her eyes fixed on it.
    A club. To beat her unconscious so they could continue their sick ritual.
    Red covered her vision. When one lunged for her, she snatched him by the horns. They were…attached to his skull. Not a costume. Which meant real demons?
    Which meant hallucination. This couldn’t truly be happening. She laughed as she twisted the demon’s head, assured this was some kind of nightmare.
    And in her nightmare, the instinctive drive to kill with her new strength and fury overwhelmed her.
    When the others attacked, Holly was unafraid.
    She knew how to kill them as if she’d been hunting and slaughtering them for thousands of years. She knew to wrench their heads from their necks, to slash out with claws that would rend through skin and arteries as they would tissue paper.
    Punish…
    When the blood began to spray, lightning scored the sky above her as if in encouragement.
    “I understand,” she murmured as she aimed for one’s jugular and severed it. “I see.” Yes, their last sight on earth should be my laughing face.

    “ Easy, female, ” Cade soothed as he crept closer to where Holly huddled naked in a corner.
    She was covered in blood.