Chapter 46
“He can’t hear us, can he?” Rwiordes asked Kilfrie.
“No, he can’t.”
“Why not? He could read my thoughts before.”
“At the moment we are deep inside
your mind. Despite what you may think,
he does have some limitations. He can’t
hear us here. I’m sure it’s driving him
crazy. Ut-oh, we had better get ready,
Brythia’s starting to stir.”
Rwiordes could feel the druidess move
on his shoulder. She wasn’t going
anywhere. The Demon had one arm securing
her with a vice-like grip. The winds
were bitterly cold as the dragon flew onward, ever Northward.
“Good Morning, my dear,” chimed the
Demon in mock pleasantness to the druidess.
“Yes, you’re still alive, for now.
I thought that perhaps it would be wise to keep you that way until I
have completed my task on your world, just in case your female boyfriend
somehow survived.”
Brythia shouted something against the
wind. At first Rwiordes couldn’t make it
out, then the words fell into place in his mind. “Tolian isn’t dead and she is going to kill
you.”
What faith she had.
In alarm, Rwiordes realized that
Brythia had angered the Demon. He pulled
back his arm to strike her. Rwiordes and
Kilfrie concentrated and the arm went limp again.
The Demon howled in rage.
A churning black void opened up below
Rwiordes’ mind. His normal vision faded
away and was replaced by visions of torment and nightmare reaching out at him as
he fell into the vortex of chaos at the center of the demon’s being. Horrors
beyond conception twisted over his
delerious mind. He and Kilfrie fell into
the whirlpool of evil deeper and deeper, the churning violence of hatred
burning and stabbing at them constantly.
The Demon forced them into the very pit of eternity that he had been
banished to. There was nothing that they
could do, but hang on to each other’s thoughts as they were engulfed in the
void of evil.
“Where are we, Kilfrie?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“We’re where he came from aren’t we?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“How do we get out of here?”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to.”
“I’m scared, Kilfrie.”
“Me too.”
“I thought you said he couldn’t get
to us.”
“I was wrong.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Whatever we do, we have to keep
talking to each other, or we’ll begin to lose track of who’s who. Your thoughts will leak into mine and
vice-versa. So, our only chance is to
keep talking. Tell me something about
yourself.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I can’t think of anything.”
“You had better try.”
An icy confusion played around the
edges of Rwiordes’ thoughts. An
overwhelming sense of existential terror gnawed ravenously on his being. He could feel the essence of his thoughts
being eaten away.
“Rwiordes!”
“I’m sorry. It’s no use.”
Copyright 2002, 2015 Diana Hignutt
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