1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 11: The God-King


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    into my stomach. It hurt. I screamed, stumbling back, staring down at the hilt of the dagger protruding from my guts, a triumphant smile on Orihime's face. How did she hurt me? I had so much power. Brandon half-rose on his throne, gaping in astonishment. For forty years no one had defied us. My brain struggled to work as I tried to pull the dagger from my guts. My hound roared in pain again, the Samurai's sword cutting through its paw as the warrior rose. “Kill him!” Brandon screamed. Milly, splattered in Yun's blood, charged at the Samurai. His sword flicked. Milly's head went flying, howling in pain the entire time. Her head bounced and rolled, stopping at my feet as her body twitched and convulsed. Fire flashed. A nightmare appeared. With ease, the Samurai mounted. Chisato and Hikaru, their armor vanishing, leaped easily onto the mount's back, clinging to the warrior. “You feckless bastard!” the Samurai bellowed. “After all I have done, all the enemies I have conquered for you. I built your power, and you repay my service with death!” “I am the God-King of Hell!” Brandon bellowed. “I will do as I please.” The Samurai reached up, an iron collar flashing into being about his throat for a moment. With a mighty heavy, he broke the chain of his servitude. He was no longer bound to us. The Samurai's face was hard, flinty stone as he stared at me. “Brandon!” I cried out as he spurred his horse nightmare forward, galloping at me. Fear gripped my belly. His blade, dripping ...
    Milly's blood, raised up to attack me. I fell into a ball, curling to protect myself and ignoring the flare of pain in my stomach. But instead of attacking me, he scooped up Orihime, pulling her up into the front of his saddle. The Nightmare vaulted over me and galloped down the stairs. “Guards!” Brandon roared, striding to me. “Close the gates! Stop him!” “Yes, God-King,” a soldier said, gaping at the fleeing Samurai. Why wasn't the soldier moving? Our men were disciplined, trained. They had backbone, obeying orders without thought. “Go!” my husband bellowed, bending down to rip out the dagger from my gut. My flesh healed with my powers. “He was connected to them,” I whispered. “What?” Brandon demanded, grabbing Milly's screaming head and shoving her back onto her body. “The Samurai was connected to our troops. They were chained to him. He broke that connection. We just lost the discipline of our army.” Brandon's face darkened. “Get him back,” he roared at the gaping guard. The soldier didn't move. Brandon's fist balled, and he slammed it into the guard's face. The idiot soldier's head exploded like an overripe melon. Brandon roared again, seizing the still-heaving body and hurling it down the palace's stairs. Murderous rage possessed my husband, and his fists rained down on the prisoners, beating all of them as the Samurai galloped out of our city, escaping into the red rocks. I picked up the dagger Orihime stabbed me with and turned to the prisoners. Justice needed to be ...
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