Trap IV

Afanasiv waited until the demon’s outstretched fingers nearly connected before sending the fiery spear rolling right through the withered, blackened organ.

The flames were white-hot, bright orange red, spilling glaring light across Ravenous’s face. His lips were pulled back in a soundless grimace of sheer strain as he desperately tried to force his long, bony fingers into that fire to retrieve his heart.

Leon crab-walked down the side of the cavern,

his features, too, illuminated by the fiery spear incinerating the lesser vampire’s heart. He didn’t appear as fearful as he should have. The cave filled with the sound of a drumbeat, a call, Leon sending for reinforcements.

That told Damonq that there were other pawns in the web of underground caves. That didn’t matter since the other ancients, he was certain, were already dispensing justice to those demons.

He followed Leon’s every move, matching the steps like a dance partner, he on the ground, Leon coming down the side of the cave.