“We’re nearly, Aaron?” Lilith asks in bewilderment.
I feel a jolt of energy as the wind circles bodies finally swirling around Aaron, carefully, as if not even an elemental could deal with the pain of what it felt. In an instant it surges back around me, pulling the damned specifically over the pit, dropping one and then the next unceremoniously into the depths of hell. Every single one of the faceless murderers fell, screaming the same Latin word, “pythonissam” as if I was threatened by it.
It was a hell of a way to destroy whatever version of a goddess some would claim me to be, but if it meant I could strike fear into these bastard’s lives, then I could live with that. I feel the way my Mate smirks at the thought.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it until now,” he said rushing over
