Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

"I'm scared, Crow."
    Carrow lifted the girl back up in her arms. "I know, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you." When Ruby sniffled, Carrow held her gaze. "Look at me. I will get you out of here--I swear it."
    Easier said ...
    Pandemonium reigned in the ward. Ember's flames burned everywhere as she released her trapped Pravus allies. Male immortals carted off flailing females.
    Mere feet away, Uilleam the Lykae attacked four of the guards. Though he still wore his torque and couldn't fully turn werewolf, he easily ended the four, biting free one's throat while slashing the others'.
    Volos, the leader of the centaurs, trampled anyone in his path, leaving behind pulped corpses. Succubae dragged down mortal guards, raping them in a frenzy. Carrow kept a hand over Ruby's eyes, but their moans rang out as they fed for the first time in weeks.
    Lanthe said, "You know, as soon as we step out of this cell, we're in the shit."
    "If we can get your torque off, could you do another portal?"
    Lanthe had told her she needed to recharge every time she created one. Her expression lit up. "We could walk right out of this place."
    "Then we've got to find Fegley." And his thumb. "I think I know where he might be." When the warden had carried Ruby in all those nights ago, he'd entered from a side chamber attached to Chase's office. He could be hidden there now.
    "You ready?" Carrow asked.
    Lanthe nodded, and they eased out into the maelstrom.
    "I told you we'd escape soon," Lothaire grated.
    When the building began to shift, Malkom somehow made it to a sitting position, his body in agony. Chase had been right; Malkom had learned much about pain. But he'd endured Chase's tortures, laughing up at him with bloody fangs.
    "One way or another, this ends tonight," the vampire said. Whatever being had invaded this place was after the Enemy of Old. In turn, the vampire was pacing, ready for battle--and taunting the being. "I am ready to have done, Dorada! Face me, crone!"
    Malkom staggered to his feet as the ground quaked beneath him. The metal walls began to warp. The glass of his cell couldn't take much more of this pressure. Escape is nigh. He was already envisioning all the ways he'd punish the witch--
    His collar abruptly dropped to the ground.
    He gazed up. A female of great power was passing his cell. She looked like a walking corpse, surrounded by a pack of Wendigos. She's rid me of the collar?
    Without warning, another female, a dark-haired sorceress, appeared outside his cell, raising her flaming palms at him. What the hell--
    She shot fire at the glass, shattering it to free him. Before she disappeared with a speed approaching his own, she said, "Go find your wife, demon."
    "I-- will ."
    Finally, Malkom would have his revenge on Carrow Graie. One foot in front of the other, half-crazed from his torture, he limped outside.
    Chaos. The heat from the fires singed his skin. The groan of twisting metal rang in his ears.
    The moaning succubae mating with abandon and the bloody clashes only increased Malkom's madness.
    At the sound of a deep bellow, he swung his head back toward the vampire's cell. Directly outside, that dead female stood, commanding her Wendigos to launch themselves at Lothaire. Her grisly face was creased into a smile.
    The Enemy of Old was somehow defending himself, tossing the rabid creatures out of his cell again and again. But Lothaire fought a losing battle. "Slaine?" he bit out. "A hand here."
    The female swung her head at Malkom, her sole eye riveted to his face. "RIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG?"
    Malkom shook his head slowly, then turned toward the witch's cell, calling over his shoulder, "Where's your allegiance now, vampire?"

Chapter 31

    "You wanna tell me about Thronos?" Carrow murmured as she carried Ruby and led Lanthe toward Chase's office. "Since we're all on the lam from him?"
    "He's broken because of me," Lanthe said quietly. "I 'persuaded' him to dive from a great height. And not to use his wings."
    Beauty. "The guys--in fact, everyone here--they do love us, huh?"
    Lanthe nodded. "I'm up for Congeniality."
    As they approached the end of their corridor, more Wendigos crept through the intersecting hall. Ravenous for blood, bone, and flesh. Their red eyes gleamed in the semi-dark, their wiry bodies hunched, their gaits uneven.
    Lanthe and Carrow pressed themselves against the wall, Carrow tucking Ruby's face against her shoulder.
    As the creatures scented the air, Carrow's heart raced. We can't outrun