Accidental Demon Slayers: Daughter of Darkness pt. 37

Kurt could feel the muscles in his back tighten as he walked through the entryway and entered the large, stone room.  He could feel his heart pounding, and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. 

Was he really ready for this? 

He had survived the attack on his office, and he had been involved in his fair share of battles, thanks to Bobby, but now he wasn’t just someone caught in the crosshairs.  He was an active warrior, thanks to the new guest that had taken up residence in his head. 

Doctore. 

He didn’t even know what he looked like yet.  He had no real idea of how this whole arrangement worked.  Ashtyn had seemed to adjust quickly, but she hadn’t had to do it while running head long into a battle against Grath and God knows what. 

Calm yourself.  Panic will only put you, and the others in jeopardy. 

Easier said then done. 

The sight of Grath made him pause.  The once imposing goliath was now bound to a stone throne, thrashing and tugging at his stone shackles. 

“What the hell is this?”  Clare glanced around the room, and Kurt could see the confusion in her eyes. 

“I… I don’t know.”  Bobby was looking pale, with sweat dripping down his face. 

Kurt glanced at Ashtyn.  She didn’t look much better.  He had to admit; he wasn’t feeling so hot himself.  It was like something inside of him was being tugged at.  His stomach was now just a series of knots, and he could feel a headache creeping up the back of his skull. 

Steady yourself.  This is not just nerves.  The temple is calling us out.

“Calling you out?”  Kurt’s voice was weak. 

“You heard it, too?”  Bobby glanced at him. 

Kurt nodded. 

Ashtyn was the first to fall to her knees.  She screamed in agony as a bright, white light erupted from her back. 

You can’t fight it.  Just understand that when I leave your body, we are still connected.  While our connection is not the strongest, it will be enough to aid you in battle. 

Kurt nodded.  Then his needs gave out from under him, and he fell to the floor.  Moments later, Bobby did the same. 

The white light was blinding, and when it was gone, and old man, with a long, white beard and wearing a brown monk’s robe stood in front of him. 

Glancing at Bobby he saw Juktha, her familiar form, now in flesh, and looking over at Ashtyn he saw a tall woman, with shimmering, cocoa skin with long, flowing red hair.  She was clad in a purple, toga style dress; a wide, metal belt was wrapped around her waist. 

“What is going on?”  The young woman looked around, confused.  When she spotted Grath, her eyes went wide.  “Father…” 

“Tabitha, don’t.”  Juktha looked at the young woman.  “This… this is out of our hands.” 

The old man standing in front of Kurt looked down at him.  It was Doctore in the flesh. 

“Remember, even though I may not be able to fight, we are still connected.”  He smiled at Kurt, then turned, walking towards the throne on the far end of the four, the farthest away from Grath. 

Juktha and Tabitha did the same.  The second they were seated, they too were bound by the stone shackles.  Unlike Grath, though, the others didn’t fight their bindings.  They just watched them, telling them through their looks that this battle was not lost. 

“Good, the gang is all here!”  A booming voice drew all their attention.  “I think it’s time we get this started, don’t you?  I’ve made Rita wait long enough.”

A skinless man descended down the wide, stone steps towards them. 

“Where’s your blonde friend?”  The skinless man glanced around. 

Kurt did the same.  Clare had seemed to disappear. 

“Too bad.  I wanted her to see me in my true form.  Ujin made man!”  He laughed, throwing his head back.  “And what a man I am!” 

Kurt could feel his strength returning, and he stood.  He spotted Clare as he did so.  Somehow she had managed to get behind Ujin, and was standing next to the altar. 

“I don’t think you’re all that impressive.”  Clare took a step towards Ujin.  “You have a flat ass.” 

Ujin turned, looking at Clare, “Oh, dear, I’m so glad you’re here.”  He smiled motioning towards Grath.  “Look, I’ll even give you a welcoming gift.” 

Ujin snapped his fingers, and two seconds later, Grath started to scream, and buried underneath his howls of pain, there was a faint whirring sound. 

Kurt watched in shock as a drill bit burst out of Grath’s chest, spraying him, and his friends, in dark blue, black blood. 

In moments, Grath went still.  A blue aura lifted off his body, dissipating into the stone walls of the temple. Instantly the energy in the room seemed to change.  It was like electricity was coursing through the air.  When Kurt looked at his arm, he found that the hairs were standing on end. 

“The problem with flesh is that it can be so easily destroyed.”  Ujin giggled.

“You son of a bitch.”  Clare seemed to radiate anger. “You rob me of the chance to avenge my friends death, you kidnap my boyfriend, and now you mock me?”   

Kurt had honestly never her seen her that angry.  It also gave the three of them a chance to regroup.  Quickly, they crawled to their feet, making sure not to draw Ujin’s attention. 

“What do we do?”  Ashtyn kept her voice a soft whisper. 

“This isn’t our fight.  Not yet.  We support Clare, and we try to get the three deities out of those damn thrones.  Got it?”  Bobby was eyeing the three chairs. 

Kurt and Ashtyn nodded. 

Kurt turned, his vision shifting, the same way it had shifted when he had spotted the demon seed in Megan.  There was nothing.  There was no weak point, no glowing anything.  The thrones were solid stone. 

“Shit.” Kurt mumbled the word under his breath. 

“Oh look!  Your friends are back in action.”  Ujin turned towards the three of them.  “How about we keep them entertained.  Oh little ones!” 

There was a soft rumble, and before anyone could react, a sea of small elf dolls seemed to rush the room.