Eric's Revenge
Chapter Ten
Two dozen of the black angels were advancing on the little group that was Sookie, Eric and Ulrich. She wondered was this how it would end for them. That was becoming a cliché she decided, and it would not end here, not like this. Eric was healing fast, and the sparkle was back in his eyes.
Through the forest the Nephilim hunted vampire, staking every one they found, Satarel closed his force with Azazel, locking the enemy in a vice of steel and wood. Vampire blood spilled freely among the trees as the Nephilim hunted, just as they had for ages before.
Grimly the angels marched towards them, not worried by the pair of females who joined their target. Even when Sookie began to glow blue, the witch beside her matching her in power and intensity, the daemons just kept on coming. Behind them, closer to her master, Pam watched it all. This was the stuff of legend she thought, just like the vampires.
There would be no help from the Nephilim, they were caught in a killing and feeding frenzy among the enemy vampires. It was only when a red cloud began to form above the fighting that they realized something more was happening.
Roaring his battle cry Eric charged at the creatures, Ulrich as always, at his side. Azazel saw now what was happening, began to rally the Nephilim to him to face the new threat. A war drum could be heard beating from inside the cloud, and the smell of Hell itself washed over them. The Nephilim rushed to protect Sookie, but they wouldn't make it in time.
Bright fire danced from her arms, lancing into the angels, burning them. Nula's attack was every bit as ferocious, and the intensity was enough to slow their advance, then stop it. Where the fire touched the angels burned. Fearless Eric was among them, spinning and dancing, cutting and stabbing, as he exacted a price from them. With Sookie's energy in him they were no much for him or the warrior who fought at his side.
Above them the cloud continued to grow. Everyone could see inside now, the armies of Hell were amassed on the other side. They were coming.
The daemon's had stopped to fight with the warriors in their midst, but they were too slow to land any kind of blow on the pair. They died by bright blue fire or hard swung steel.
Touching the ground the red cloud boiled and rolled. Those awful drums were beating a tattoo, marking time for the army that would spill forth to take the Earth from mortals. Sookie, Nula, Eric and Ulrich stood side by side now as they watched. Azazel joined them, Satarel at his side. The Nephilim were soaked in blood and wounded.
"What now?" asked Pam, terror on her face.
"Look after the club for me," Eric told her.
"Why, where are you going?" she demanded.
"To Hell, Pam, to Hell!"
He looked to the faces of his companions and saw that they were ready. Sookie was smiling at him, accepting her fate to live or die by his side. Around them the Nephilim were gathering.
Screaming his cry for what might be the last time on this Earth Eric led them all into the rolling cloud. Straight into the mouth of Hell.
Then the cloud was gone, and Pam alone. She stood and stared, waiting for them to come back, until she felt the sun approaching. Alone she turned away.