Outside Hell (38 page)

Evil energy sucked itself into the forest
behind him and then suddenly his whole body begun to spasm
violently. The arrows evil powers were coursing their way through
his veins, and bringing with it the deepest kind of savage pain.
Only a moment past and like he’d just had a shot of morphine,
instantly the pain vanished. Then in response the old boy tried to
raise his arms, but found to his horror that his limbs were now
useless.

Then as the sun had passed the point of no
return and the deathly feint light from above blinked rapidly,
suddenly the battle was lost in the heavens and as a result
darkness consumed the land.

Then a second later and as a blast of wind
had hit him, Raffious was unable to stop his paralyzed body from
sinking deep into a deep snowdrift and falling over. The icy cold
feeling raced downwards from his face, and sent deep chills through
his dying frame. Only as a second had then past and then from
behind him he’d heard the tremendously heavy sound of thick
branches snapping underfoot, he’d grinned inwardly because he’d
realized that it wasn’t his bowman friend, but the creatures from
his last evil spell. Then another second past and the noise was
masked by the sound of deep growling and dark shadows the size of
Rhino’s appeared, heading down through the snow filled and deeply
foreboding pine forest towards him. Then as he’d expected suddenly
the air stank heinously from their deep odor, and with another
second passing he was totally surrounded by their massive frames
looking down at him.

His werewolves were ready to serve him.

Raffious unsure of how long he’d left to
live, and through his desperation to avoid death told his beasts to
pull the arrow out from his chest. The first nearest to him had
leant down, and then after clamping its massive jaws around the
shaft, the cursed arrow had paralyzed the werewolf and it
froze.

Raffious who was now succumbing to the
beginnings of his death rattle frantically changed his command and
told another to viciously pull it out of him. The old boy knew it
would hurt like hell but with seconds left before death he didn’t
care, and then clenched his teeth ready for the searing pain that
he’d felt would ensue. The second werewolf then stepped in towering
over him and craned it’s neck back joined by the rest of the pack
that amounted to fifty, and unaware of the impelling danger to its
master should it delay for but a second, and before it grabbed the
arrow with Raffious looking up in shock, together the fifty beasts
howled. Then after the intensely demonic sound that sent the
soldiers into a frenzy of deep concern just hearing it, and also
made the bowman stop instantly in his tracks, the beast responded.
It leant down with its massively shinning grey neck and furry grey
lips, and then in one swift aggressive motion, it ripped the thing
out of him. The power that it had used was so severe that as it was
savagely pulled through his body, the lumped end of the arrow had
happily grabbed out another handful of flesh and veins. The old boy
even with his teeth clenched, had felt so overcome by the intense
pain that he’d nearly past out.

The beasts all around him then snorted in
some kind of triumphant way. A second past and as the stale air
coming up their throats passed their black tongues wafting down
into the old boys face who was laying beneath them, Raffious took
once sniff and almost puked all over himself. The beasts breaths
were utter vile and literally stank like rotting corpses.

Raffious who was nearly fully submerged in
the freezing cold snow and now free from the arrows dark curse,
instantly arched his back and coughed up a pint of black blood. The
dark liquid leapt forwards only a few inches and then as gravity
had taken hold, it splatted down in a crimson puddle all over his
knee length white beard.

A second past and then the old boy could feel
his legs again, and another second past and his body came back to
him, but the pain inside him was even greater than before.

Only now having the freedom to think again
without the evil from the cursed arrow trying to consume him,
Raffious feebly raised his finger and past it across his chest. As
he did and as the archaic words from his mouth had aired up into
the night sky, so instantly his body was healed again. Then with
another few words the blood had vanished on his beard and was also
gone from his clothing too.

Scrabbling to get back up he was furious, and
then instantly sought out revenge for the fucking arrow being shot
into him.

Turning to the pack of huge werewolves that
stood up on their hind legs towering five feet above him, he’d
smiled at them and then held out his finger pointing into the
forest and told them to find the bowman and kill him. The ground
thundered with their departure and from their hind legs, the snow
that was a meter deep in places suddenly flew back him as they’d
burst off into the dark woods seeking their prey.

Meanwhile as the mortars were being loaded
into the meter length tubes and the soldiers were waiting for the
green light to fire from their ferocious leader, Dracus the bowman
was running for his life. He’d heard the beasts and although he’d
joined the coven after their huge war with the werewolves, the
sound of these demonic creatures as it had reverberated back
through the woods at him, told the bowman that his cursed arrows
would be useless against all of them and he’d loose.

Then as he’d turned around by literally
grabbing the first tree in front of him at his ridiculous running
pace and swinging around it, thrusting himself back into forest the
same way he’d come, he’d doubted he’d escape. Then as he’d charged
past the same trees he’d only moments before passed in the opposite
direction, his mind was connected with his ears more than they
should have been. He was listening to the massive thunderous
crashing noises that were fast approaching from his rear.

Dracus knew that to keep running would result
in his death and if he’d wanted to save Eldor and see his love
Janus again, he’d only truly one card left to play. The bowman
slammed to a halt and then even though he’d feared the result, he’d
no choice and summoned a portal.

The arctic air that was in front of him
suddenly cracked down in a straight line and the gap that appeared
within in, sparkled back at him.

Dracus was filled with relief seeing it
appear and then without sparing a second, and as he’d heard the
last few seconds of deep grunting and massive crashing behind him,
he’d leapt inside the portal and it vanished.

*****

Adolf’s commanding officer had just replaced
the outside phone to the leader of men when the beasts had missed
their prey by inches. The sound that they’d made from the now
intensely dark forest a mile away was beyond evil, and as it
coursed its way through the trees, even Sorchek heard it. The
vampire in response and needing no introduction to the beasts since
his last chase through the blackthorn bushes; then leapt up into
the air beating his massive wings. He didn’t like the idea of
chancing silver bullets, but to hear the sound of a whole pack of
werewolves charging through the woods towards him, he’d thought
fuck the gold, retreat.

The crew of evil vampires that were with him
and who were desperately seeking another way into the hanger to
avoid the silver bullets, had seen him flee and knew the reasons
too. They didn’t wait around to deliberate either. All their
visions of the gold and the fun that they’d have ripping apart the
soldiers with urine spraying into deep pools from their trouser
legs, were gone. The sound was thunderous, as they’d opened out
their black ribbed wings spanning three meters either side of them,
and then roared up into the sky. Only as they were on the edge of
the tree line, the soldiers had seen their dark silhouettes, and
then responded instantly.

*****

Then as Adolf’s commanding officer was given
the green light to fire the mortar bombs and as he’d seen the
vampires fleeing like pigeons, he’d spun around and snatched up the
phone behind him. Then as he’d listened and the freezing cold
earpiece had tried to turn his head into a lump of ice, the thing
had only rang for a few seconds before Adolf’s slurred voice from
too many stiff drinks had answered. Then in response and after he’d
heard about the vampires the line instantly went dead, and a few
seconds later the cannon’s above the doorway suddenly pointed up
past the family of eagles and fired.

Sorchek was high in the sky by the time
they’d started pumping .50 cal bullets up at him, and all of his
crew amounting to forty vampires that were flying behind and
blocking the cannons from getting a clear shot at him, had
instantly succumbed to the lethal German rounds. They’d taken
savage wounds as the solid silver bullets had burst through their
backs leaving feet sized holes out of their chests, and their
ribbed black wings were literally blown to pieces. Only those that
had given it all in there massacred state, and were trying to save
themselves with their broken wings by crash landing down into the
forest beneath, had simply burst into flames from the silver
within.

Sorchek the killer of many that had escaped
death for a second time in a year since Yohan’s house; didn’t wait
around either. Instead the vampire left the area like a crazed bat,
flying solo.

As the portal had opened and the bowman had
collapsed out the other side, he’d landed on his front whilst
gasping violently in the freezing cold arctic air.

The pace that he’d just ran at to reach
Raffious before he could summon more magic to free himself was
unearthly, but then to have to turn around and run at the same pace
back with fifty werewolves smashing through the forest after him,
it had almost broken him.

Dracus who was desperately aware of the
impelling dangers, and what it would mean to his life expectancy
should he stay there a second longer, had forced himself up from
the snow that he was laying in. The bowman knew that both the
beasts he’d just escaped and Satan now that he’d used the portal,
would soon be after him. Then as he’d heard their howling and
glanced back through the tree line to the east, the sky above was
suddenly filled with the shrill screaming of German mortar shells,
that burst through the evergreen canopy and started exploding all
around him. At the same time the long dark shadows that were in the
forest taking three dimension shapes of demons, started rapidly
appearing.

Turning to continue onwards and sheltering
his face from the devastating explosions that were bringing with
them mountains of snow and debris, Dracus felt as one of them
exploded near him and sent him hurtling into a tree, that Kaine and
Regina might not be able to be rescued and that this this battle
might be his last. He’d only hoped as he’d stood back up, and then
with the coalescing shadows thirty meters behind him, that he’d not
summoned the horned bastard too early.

Back to the east the dark howling shadows
that had nearly caught him before and were oblivious to the dangers
ahead, then craned their necks backwards whilst standing on their
massive hind legs, and with rapidly fluttering nostrils, the fifty
Werewolves held their noses into the wind and sniffed the air.

The slight westerly breeze that was gently
blowing back towards them instantly brought with it the scent of
the bowman. Then as they’d charged forwards, their massive frames
collided with the trees that were no more than a few feet apart,
and the dead weight of the snow that was gathered in the evergreens
dropped to the ground behind them, sending up massive clouds of
snow and ice, and instantly masking their disappearing silhouettes
from view.

The woods that had sat peacefully for
hundreds of years only to be intruded upon by genetically modified
soldiers trying to prove their superhuman strengths; were now alive
with demons, vampires, spells, mortar bombs from the German army
and a priest.

*****

Then back with the demons that were amounting
to thousands, Satan suddenly burst up through the ground in a
massive ball of fire and flames to join the party. As he stood
there looking all about him, and whilst the mortars were exploding
sending ice and debris smashing into him, the prince of darkness
raised his arms up into the air and massive flame throwers hundred
of feet tall coursed out of him. Then turning around and bringing
his arms down to point out from his sides, the deep snow all around
him vaporized into gallons of steam, and the trees all around were
turned to ash.

Stepping forwards with his pitch fork and
intense flames pouring up his massively muscular red back, that
looked like they were serpents as they’d licked and curled around
one another, he’d continued destroying the forest ahead of him.

Hundreds of tall pine trees that had been
frozen for months waiting for the spring so they could shake off
the arctic chill; were vaporized by his intensity. The ground
beneath where their roots had been, were suddenly transformed into
tunnels of flames flowing through them after the roots had burnt
away too. Satan clouded by the bombs debris blasting into his face,
was suddenly even more furious and sought retribution against those
who were firing them.

Then as the tree line for hundreds of feet
around him finally succumbed to his flames and vanished, and the
demons darted off in all directions looking for the bowman,
suddenly the werewolves appeared. Only as they’d charged at him,
he’d laughed and then incinerated them too.