Warriors of Poseidon 01 - Atlantis Rising

ounce of water—every drop of fluid—out of the bodies. Sucking it out and returning the fluid to nature, from whence it came. Drying, desiccating the bodies of the dead.
     
    Whispering to Conlan with fury, with frenzy, with the sly Siren call of unadulterated power. The mortus desicana.
     
    The power with the potential to suck the fluids from the tissue and bones of those who were still alive.
     
    The sheer seduction in the thought choked him, stopped him. His horror at what he could become, at what wielding such power might do to his mind—to his soul—cut him off from the source of the elements instantly.
     
    As he lost control, he fell back, gasping harshly, against the nearest tree. When his vision cleared of the power and the haze and dust from the dried-out bodies, he saw Ven, collapsed on the ground, trying to raise up on one arm.
     
    As Conlan attempted to stand, to recover enough of his strength to proceed, a sharp voice cut through his exhaustion.
     
    Justice. "Interesting, my prince. I did not know you had mastered the calling of forbidden death." Justice bowed slightly and walked around the pile of dust and bone fragments that lay where the bodies of twelve men had been only minutes earlier. He kicked at a skull that had rolled away from the rest, and it exploded into a shower of fine, dry dust.
     
    Justice cocked his head and stared at Conlan and Ven, eyes narrowed. "Very interesting, indeed."
     
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    well contented by the day's work. Yet another codicil to the 2006 Nonhuman Species Protection Act he'd authored—one of his proudest accomplishments—was now only a single signature from becoming law.
     
    He'd shoved the codicil through with persuasion, charm, and brute force. The disappearance of two key members of the human houses of Congress hadn't hurt, either.
     
    He smiled, a baring of teeth that would have terrified the weak man who probably sat, quivering, in the Oval Office at that very minute. His advisors were begging the president to veto the bill.
     
    Barrabas knew the weakling didn't have the spine for it.
     
    "Lame duck" took on a whole new meaning when a politician was dealing with a master vampire.
     
    "You must be very pleased with yourself, Lord Bar—… Lord Barnes." Drakos had entered, unnoticed, and now strode down the aisle toward him.
     
    Barrabas didn't particularly care for a general who could sneak up on him, which reminded him yet again that he'd have to decide soon about finding Drakos's replacement.
     
    Perhaps Caligula. The thought gave him a perverse pleasure, and he smiled again.
    "Yes, Drakos, I am very, very pleased. The consolidation of power is simply a matter of acquiring and honing knowledge."
     
    Barrabas stood, then levitated from his position down to the floor of the chamber. "If you know both your enemy and yourself, you will come out of one hundred battles with one hundred victories. Know neither your enemy nor yourself, and you will lose all."
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    Drakos raised one eyebrow. "Sun Tzu?"
     
    Barrabas inclined his head. "A true master strategist."
     
    "Was he, too, one of us?"
     
    "No, although it is astonishing that he was not. If only I'd had the opportunity… Well. No matter. What have you to report?"
     
    "Our spies report a complete failure in determining what may have happened to Terminus and his vanguard, my lord. We—"
     
    But before Drakos could finish his thought, a chill swept through the chamber. Though colorless, it destroyed the light. Though odorless, it reeked of bile and death.
     
    Though soundless, it deafened them, driving both to their knees.
     
    Choking, suffocating, Barrabas barely had time to form the name in his mind before she spoke.
     
    Anubisa. Goddess of the night.
     
    Her voice rang with the chimes heralding the hangman's noose, the headsman's axe.
    The sound of ground glass shredding the vocal cords of screaming humans shrieked in her tone.
     
    Yet, somehow, her words were quiet and still. Death stealing the breath of an infant in its cradle.
     
    As he'd seen her do. Not merely breath, but blood.
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    As he'd helped her do.
     
    He wondered at the broken shards