Hell's Consort

Chapter 28 - Rebirth*

Luna hefted her scythe confidently and swung it over Jon's head.

It was a miracle how she was able to manifest this kind of weapon.

It was the first time she ever saw it, and there was no time to examine its craftsmanship when she was busy fighting for her life.

She knew just enough about fighting to know that she was watching a perfect warrior.

Jon was stronger, faster, and more patient than any fighter she had seen.

Luna darted in to wound him, and he just let it leave again without concern.

Luna was moving quickly, trying hard not to grimace and clutch her injuries.

He leaked red fluids from several places, but Luna already knew that he couldn't be killed that way since his wounds would heal automatically.

The possessed Jon was waiting for her to get tired.

It's either she pulled his heart out of his chest or cut his head off with her scythe.

At least, she got the upper hand.

She had a weapon.

Jon doesn't have one.

Except for his fangs and claws.

Incensed with frustration, Luna fought.

Nobody could probably make out their separate shapes in the dark.

Jon was mechanical and accurate.

Every motion is begun and completed with surgical precision.

Luna aimed at Jon's neck to cut his head off once again, but he dodged it, hitting him fortunately in the front chest.

Still, the impact sent him flying. She made a move to go after Jon while he was caught off guard.

Still bleeding from the chest, Jon faltered and took another wound to the stomach.

As he fell back, Luna saw her moment and attacked him to the ground.

He tried to get up and fell back down with a grunt, blood pouring out of him alarmingly fast.

He was beginning to weaken.

Good.

Luna adjusted her grip on the deadly scythe and faced him grimly.

She thought she'd felt rage before, but this was different.

She thought about how helpless she had felt when she was tied up and completely at Jon's mercy while he beat her.

This demon inside him, he'd probably done that to countless thousands of people, she thought.

Now she had to put him down.

It was her responsibility to make sure it never tortured anyone else.

"See you later, Jon." The only sound she could make was a harsh, grating whisper. "Burn in hell."

Luna saw Jon smile, and a grey cloud moved out of his mouth and went swiftly inside hers.

She felt a panicky thrill radiate out from her belly and shoot down her arms and legs.

Her skin crackled with desperate static, but she didn't have enough strength to fight back over the possession and win, but neither of them wanted to quit as they battled for domination, and now the demon was free again in her body.

Luna's circumstances have loosed this monster into the world.

With the sheer power of her mind, she let her scythe disintegrate, replaced it with a bejewelled bronze dagger, and stabbed the blade directly into her heart.

Ignoring the fiery pain it caused her, she managed to flop over onto her broken body and lost her consciousness.