by T. G. Ayer
She slid the phone back into her pocket and slipped a tiny remote control panel out. She faced the demon and pressed the button. “Looks like it’s your lucky day, Benny,” she said as the sphere of silver darts gave a metallic groan before disintegrating into an iridescent cloud of fine shards.
The nanites turned into a gray amorphous cloud, and drifted towards the open ball, where the four sections closed, sucking up the swarm with a soft whoosh.
Vee crouched and reached for the small globe, feeling the weight of it in her palm. She glanced over at the demon who stood shivering before her. “What are you waiting for, Benny?” she asked. Then she smiled and said, “Go.”
And he ran.
Immortal Bound Ch2
Humanity had a lot to answer for. Today the crime was murder.
As far as Karan was concerned, murder was just fine with him as long as they killed each other. But he took umbrage when humans killed using the name of a god as justification, as reason.
Perhaps a thousand years ago, such an act would have been acceptable. But not today. Not in this strange, technological, politically-correct world.
Karan shook his head and glanced at the device in his palm. The tablet was both phone and computer, enabling him to communicate across the globe using technology. There had once been a time when a simple thought had been sufficient to send a message to a worshipper. Sadly, humans today had lost the ability to commune with the gods.
Besides, Karan wasn’t sure he’d want to commune with them anymore. The more he saw of them the more certain he became. And yet one human girl seemed to walk in the face of that opinion every chance she got.
Vaishnavi Shankar was full of spirit. He could see her as a goddess, filled with fire and passion—the very reason he’d contacted her. She was both soldier and puppet.
He smiled. Now, what would she think of that truth?
Karan focused on the device and watched words appear on the screen. He squinted angrily. Another death, the circumstances of this murder too similar to last week’s to be unrelated. He’d need to bring the girl in again and was beginning to consider that his relationship with her may morph into something more permanent. This was not woman’s work, but He had suggested she’d work out well.
He.
He’d lost so much power already, and yet He still believed in them. Humanity and their pitiful offerings. But, where the girl was concerned, Karan could see what had impressed the Gods. Her power, courtesy of her Apsara bloodline, was in full force. That the gods had willingly blessed her thus far, with access to them, with magical protection and with the hellhound, was enough to ensure Karan remained comfortable while using her.
He used the device to send her a text message, knowing she’d pass that information straight to her supervisor at the FBI.
Karan moved to stand in front of the picture window.
New York was a simmering contingent of lives, all ebbing and flowing within each other. Where humans saw blinking lights on a glowing skyline, gods saw flickering specks of life-forces, melding together to form dense nexuses of power.
Karan inhaled sharply, and watched as lightning flickered across the sky, a white electric bolt that was sufficient message.
Humans could no longer sit back and watch as the gods strived to save them. It was time humanity rose to their feet and battled at the gods’ side.
That was the only way the gods would ever be free.
# End of IMMORTAL BOUND Excerpt #
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