The young priest glanced away then shook his head sadly.
Cade didn’t need to be told what that meant.
One more casualty added to the list. It was starting to get pretty long.
“But he told you to expect us? Before he...”
Cade wasn’t sure if the good father had fallen victim to one of the protean demons and perished, or became something else, so he just left the end of his question hanging, but Nils didn’t seem to notice.
“He said the archdiocese would be sending people who knew how to handle the situation, people who could help. He didn’t specify who, but... you are the men he was talking about, aren’t you, Captain?”
For the first time Nils looked a bit concerned over the fact he’d just let four armed strangers into the sanctuary with the wounded and the women and children; particularly one who looked as battle-hardened as Cade did, given his eye-patch and scarred face.
Cade held up a hand in mild reassurance. “It’s Commander Williams, not Captain, but yes, we’re the men he was talking about.”
Nils’ relief was obvious. “Good. When the rest of your team gets here, we’ll have to...”
“Rest of my team?”
“Well, yes, of course. We’re going to need a lot more troops if we’re going to get out of here in one piece. You’ve seen those hellish things!”
Again, Cade didn’t disagree, but sometimes the truth was a harsh mistress and he wouldn’t lie to the man, not after all he’d clearly been through. “I’m sorry, Father Nils, but you misunderstand. This is it; this is everyone I brought with me.”
The priest’s mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. “But surely you don’t intend to take on all those things with just four men!”
“Of course not,” Cade said calmly. He tried not to think about the fact that they might be forced to do that very thing before the night was over. Instead, he said, “All we have to do is hold out until morning. The storm will have passed by then and we’ll be able to get reinforcements in to help us with the situation.”
Cade’s reassurances seemed to buoy the young priest’s spirits and he stood a little taller as a result. “Morning?” he said, half to himself. “We should be able to make it that long, provided we stay inside.”
“Have the creatures made any efforts to get inside?”
Nils shook his head. “No, thank the Lord. If they did it would be a massacre.” He shuddered at the thought.
Cade remembered the women and children he’d seen when he’d first entered.
Quite.
Nils appeared to struggle with something for a moment and then finally just spit it out. “Father Giesler called them... demons?”
Cade had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at Father Nils’ hesitation to call the things what they were. He’d had no trouble describing them as “hellish” just seconds before, but having to face the reality that Hell was precisely where the things had come from was perhaps a bit too much for this modern priest.
If you only knew, Father, if you only knew...
“That’s as good a word as any,” Cade replied, which didn’t really answer the priest’s question but seemed to satisfy him nonetheless for he nodded as if he understood.
Just goes to show they’ll believe what they want to believe, even when the evidence was staring them in the face.
“I’d like to do an interior perimeter check, if that’s all right with you? Understand what we have to work with should the creatures change their minds about trying to get inside?”
“Of course, Commander. Whatever you need.”
As Father Nils led him out of the sacristy and back into the church proper, Cade couldn’t help but think that what he really needed was about half-a-dozen combat squads and some tactical hardware to go with them, but since those were unlikely to drop from the sky anytime soon he was going to have to settle for a perimeter check.
Somehow, he just wasn’t looking forward to it.
CHAPTER SIX
3 hours later.
Stefan Braun woke to a voice in his head, calling out to him in a language without words. He shook himself, thinking it was nothing more than a remnant of the horrible dream he’d been having, a dream full of hot blood and hideous creatures that gnawed on his very flesh, but was surprised to discover that it didn’t fade as the dream did.
If anything, it grew stronger.
Stefan.
He glanced about, wondering if anyone else was hearing what he was hearing.
Those around him were still sleeping peacefully, as were the others throughout the interior of the church. Even Daniels, who was supposed to be on watch over by the main entrance, appeared to be nodding off.
He winced as sudden pain flared along the ribs on the left side of his body, reminding him of his injury. He hadn’t told anyone about it after returning from the skirmish in front of the church; he didn’t want to take the chance that they’d force him out into the night the way they’d forced Hauppman out the day before. After making sure no one was looking in his direction, Stefan carefully unbuttoned his shirt and stole a peek at the wound.
It didn’t look good.
The claw marks the beast had left in his flesh were raw and inflamed and weeping some kind of yellow-green fluid that reminded him of the pus that had leaked out when the doc had lanced his infected finger the year before. That had been nearly a week after he’d slashed his finger on the rusty piece of metal at the shop; this was barely a few hours after he’d been injured.
It just didn’t make sense.
Of course, then again, none of this made sense.
He’d been here in town, picking up a few things he needed at the hardware store, when several of those hideous creatures had burst in through the plate-glass window near the front and slaughtered everyone they could get their hands on. Braun had snatched a set of pruning shears off the shelf in front of him and jammed them through the skull of the creature that lunged for him from around a stack of shelves moments later. After that it had been a cat-and-mouse game of survival out on the streets until he found his way to the church and the sanctuary it offered.
Stefan. Come to us, Stefan.
The voice was more insistent this time and with it came a strong compulsion to move. Before he had given it much thought, Stefan found himself on his feet, carefully stepping over the forms of those sleeping around him, and making his way down the length of the nave toward the doors at the back of the church.
Doors that led down to the basement.
Moments later he was standing in the darkened basement, wondering what the hell he was doing down there.
The answer came quickly.
Over here, Stefan.
The room was pitch-dark, but he crossed it in the direction that the voice was coming from without difficulty. He wasn’t even aware of the issue; to him, the room was as bright as if the lights had been flicked on.
He moved to the back of the room, where some old furniture had been covered with tarps and stored there. The voice was still calling to him, so he pushed the chairs and tables out of the way until he reached a large wardrobe that stood against the back wall.
Move it aside.
The voice was everything now and Stefan listened to it without hesitation. He didn’t think about what he was doing, didn’t think about the pain in his side or the way the voice seemed to be getting louder and stronger inside his head, didn’t stop to reason out what was happening to him – he just did as he was told.
The wardrobe hadn’t been moved in some time and he ended up having to heave it with his shoulder to get it to move aside, but move it did.
Behind it was an iron door set directly into the wall, reminding him of the doors on the furnace at the steelyard where he’d worked in his youth. The handle – a thick iron bar that you pulled down – even looked the same.
Open it. Let us in.
Stefan did so without hesitation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One minute Duncan
was sleeping peacefully, the next he bolted awake as screams of fear and pain exploded throughout the room.
He snatched at his weapon and lurched to his feet, only to stare in horror at the wave of demons that were flooding across the room in his direction, killing as they came. A half-dozen people had already fallen prey to the savage creatures and even as he watched another young woman collapsed to the floor beneath the weight of the demon that had just collided with her. Seconds later the woman’s blood spilled across the floor as the demon tore out her throat with its teeth.
Then Duncan had no more time to look as the first of the oncoming wave reached him and he found himself fighting for his life amidst a swirling dervish of claws and teeth, all intent on ripping the life from his form. For the next several minutes all he could think about was survival.
He did his best to keep his back to the wall, preventing any of the creatures from come up from behind. He caught occasional glimpses of the others as they fought their own battles. Once he heard Cade calling out for his men to form up on him, but he was unable to move or even respond to the summons, for even the lack of focus on his enemy for even the few seconds it would have taken him to do so was all that would have been needed for the creatures to make short shrift of him. He hacked and slashed and did his best to stay on his feet and stay alive.
Duncan had just finished dispatching a large protean demon directly in front of him when something slammed into him from the side with all the force of an NFL linebacker. The impact not only sent his sword flying from his hands but knocked him off his feet. As he toppled forward he frantically twisted about, determined not to end up with his arms pinned beneath him and an enemy on his back.
He hit the ground, slamming the back of his head into the stone beneath hard enough to make his ears ring, but the sight of the insectoid demon now perched on his chest, the same one they’d seen on the rooftop earlier, sent a wave of horror coursing through his system. The accompanying adrenaline that followed in its wake kept him from graying out.
Thank heaven for that, too, for no sooner had they hit the ground that the demon went for his throat.
As it thrust its snout toward him, jaws gaping, Duncan jammed his left forearm under its chin and against the creature’s neck, holding it back as he groped for the knife on his belt with his right. He fumbled with it for a second and then pulled it free, bringing it up and around in a wide swing designed to sink the six-inch blade deep into the demon’s torso, but it skipped off the thing’s hide as if it were made of solid steel. When he tried a second time the knife snapped with an audible twang, the upper half of the blade spiraling away over his head.
The hellspawn wasn’t sitting still for all this, of course, but was pushing itself forward, forcing Duncan’s arm back as it tried to reach him. He strained to hold it at bay, even as it clawed at him with its legs. If he hadn’t been wearing his ballistic vest the demon would already have ripped his torso to shreds.
He could hear the sounds of fighting going on all around him, but due to his position on the ground he couldn’t see past the frenzied creature on his chest to see how the others were faring. The sounds of the conflict told him they hadn’t yet fallen, but that didn’t mean any of them were in a position to lend him a hand.
Which meant he was going to have to get out of this on his own.
Trouble was, he was losing the battle and he knew it. The struggle was sapping his strength at an alarming rate. He estimated he could hold off the creature for another minute, maybe two, but after that all bets were off. His arms were on the verge of failing and the minute they slipped...
The creature pulled back for a second, rearing above him as if preparing for another strike, and Duncan snatched the chance the move afforded him to wrap both his hands around the creature’s neck, doing what he could to squeeze the life out of it while still holding it at bay.
The demon, of course, went berserk, thrashing back and forth, throwing its head from side to side and doing everything it could to free itself from his grip. Duncan knew he was a dead man if the thing managed to break his hold and he held on with everything he had, digging his fingers into the loose skin about the demon’s neck and praying to God that he could keep those teeth from reaching him long enough to figure a way out of this mess.
He needed to find another solution and he needed it now!
As the creature twisted about, their gazes met for just a moment and in those all-too human eyes Duncan found the answer he was looking for.
Before the demon could summon its strength to press the attack once more, Duncan reached deep inside and called forth the healing power at the center of his soul, the one that had been with him ever since he was a small child, the one that had made his life a living hell on more occasions than he could count, and he pushed it down his arms, through his hands and into the flesh of the demon he was holding onto so fervently.
As the power poured forth, Duncan prayed that the human in front of him would be made whole and healthy, just as he had with thousands of others in the years before he had joined the Order. He imagined the demonic presence as something akin to a virus and sought to ‘cure’ it with his healing ability. He’d never tried anything of the sort, but he was desperate and it was the only thing he could think of.
The effect was... surprising.
The demon threw back its head and let loose with a howling cry that burrowed deep into Duncan’s psyche like a knife to the soul. He wanted to curl up with his hands over his ears to shut out the hateful sound, but held on instead, grimly determined to keep the thing from tearing out his throat even as he continued to pour more energy into the link between him and the demon.
The creature’s flesh began to ripple and twist right before his eyes; the thick spider-like hide that covered it receding in a wave down across the demon’s flesh even as the extra limbs it had grown began to retract back into its torso like slow-motion video in reverse.
The metamorphosis must have been painful, for the creature’s cry rose to an ear-splitting shriek, the sound so powerful that it brought tears of pain to Duncan’s eyes as he struggled to hold on in the face of it all. He didn’t think it could get any worse, but the next moment proved him wrong as every other demon in the room suddenly gave voice to the same cry, the sound echoing throughout the interior of the church.
If the defenders hadn’t been all but immobilized by the tortuous sound of that cry, they might have had the opportunity to finish off their opponents then and there, but by the time their thoughts had cleared and reason returned every single demon in the room was in full retreat, swarming back the way they had come like the retreating tide.
Duncan looked up to find Cade staring at him from across the room.
“What did you do?” the Knight Commander asked in an awed tone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“I didn’t do anything!” Duncan said as he climbed to his feet, but Cade barely heard him. He was watching the last of the demons disappear through the remains of a door at the rear of the church. They were fleeing the battle, returning the way they had come...
Returning the way they had come.
Cade took off at a run after them.
He crossed the nave and reached the door, which was barely hanging by its hinges. A stairwell lay beyond, leading downward, no doubt to the church hall or basement. He hesitated at the top of the steps, staring down into the darkness below and wondering if the enemy might be lying in wait just beyond the edge of the light, then threw caution to the wind, hit the lights, and plunged down the steps, knowing that this might be their best opportunity to understand just how the creatures had gotten inside.
Enough light spilled out of the stairwell for him to see a few feet into the basement beyond and he could see that the room was quite large. Cade could hear movement somewhere out ahead of him, but it seemed to be coming from a good distance away.
Had they gotten outside already?
Noise from behind him caused him to spin about w
ith his sword at the ready, but it was only Riley and the others, come to back him up.
“Easy, boss,” Riley said, gently pushing Cade’s sword away from where it was pointed at his chest. Thankfully he’d left a few steps between the two of them. “We thought you might get lonely rushing off on your own like that, so here we are.”
Cade answered Riley’s levity with a grin of his own; sometimes, that was the only way to face the hellish creatures they regularly fought against. It might not save their lives, but it had certainly saved their sanity over the years. “It’s your funeral,” he replied, as he made room for Riley to join him at the base of the steps. Duncan and Olsen stepped up behind the two of them, ready to go.
Cade hit the light switch on the wall, flooding the hall before them with light. The four men advanced as a unit, each of them turning as they did so to guard one quadrant of the compass, waiting for the enemy to come rushing at them as the darkness fell away.
But the room around them was empty.
It hadn’t been moments earlier, though; that was easy to see. A trail of blood led across the floor to a pile of covered furniture on the other side of the room and as the four men drew closer it was easy to see the iron door in the wall just beyond standing wide open.
The trail of blood leading over the threshold and into the earth and stone tunnel just beyond let them know just where the demons had gone.
Cade stared into the darkness of the tunnel, considering. His instincts screamed at him to give pursuit, to hound the enemy when they were at their weakest, to take advantage of their difficulties, but reason prevailed. The narrow confines of the tunnel would make it difficult to fight with their swords and if the demons were able to use a side tunnel to come up behind them, they’d be cut off from the only known exit.
Prudence said wait for another day.
Cade had just come to his decision when Duncan spoke up from behind him. “You aren’t planning on going in there, are you?”
“No,” Cade replied, shaking his head. “Too many unknowns. Let’s at least get this door shut though and see what we can do about barricading it against another attempt to get inside. It won’t hold for long, but all the noise the demons will make trying to get in might give us some advance warning next time.”
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