Creed had been in and out of Hell for thousands of years, but usually of his own volition. The only time he’d needed help leaving was the last time, and never had he tried to enter without alerting anyone. He was the bastard son, feared by just about everyone, and with good cause. Now, he was taking in three beings who were so far removed from ones who should be there, most likely on a deadly mission, yet he truly gave less than no fucks. Yeah, he was a bastard. The only thing he cared about was finding Raina, and securing her safety. He’d then do his damndest to ensure the men with him made it out alive, if not a little worse for wear. He owed them at least that much.

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“Alright, men. Don’t talk to the locals. Don’t eat the locals. Don’t let the locals eat you. Any questions?” Creed asked once their feet hit solid ground.

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Lucas raised his hand, but Kellen placed his palm over his face. “Shut it, or so help me I will not be responsible if only one of you are able to make babies in the future.”

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The man placed his hand over his dick. “I thought we were friends.”

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Kellen shrugged. “I haven’t killed you yet.”

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Damien looked up at the black sky. “Why?”

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Fed up, Creed began walking. “Try to keep up and shut up for the love of all.”

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Through his bond, he searched for traces of Raina. Damning the fact they were unable to exchange essence out of fear of what his blood would do to her. His mind reached for hers.

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Frustration ate at him. “Can either of you reach her?”

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“Let me try?” Damien’s eyes swirled with power, flashing to red.

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Lucas jerked next to him, his body the exact replica of Damien’s. “What the hell is a gallo demon?”

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“She is with a being named Kyrene but she isn’t sure if she is friend or foe. They escaped the gallo, but said they were searching for them.”

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Creed growled, the sound one he was sure the beasts around them would know what it meant. His demon, unhappy their Chosen had been threatened, pushed forward, skin stretching, uncaring that his woman’s brothers would see his other form completely. “Follow me. If you can’t keep up, you will die. She is with my Halfling who may or may not die by my hand. No one is to touch her but me.” Knowing exactly how he sounded and appeared to them, he walked away before he saw the fear, or revulsion in their eyes.

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“Dude, our brother-in-law is fucking awesome.”

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“Lucas, you really need to turn your stupid meter down.” Kellen’s voice sounded exasperated.

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He held his hand up. Several things became evident. One, was the brothers were funny as shit, and he would probably like them after he got over the urge to kill them. Two, Kellen was a deadly adversary and he was glad the wolf was on his side. Three, they were surrounded by gallo demons. “Guys, I hate to break it to you, but we are surrounded by at least ten of some of the nastiest demons on this level of Hell. Now, I don’t have to tell you how to fight I’m hoping, but just for shits and giggles, don’t get dead, and don’t let them rip your head off. They enjoy the brains first.”

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“Lucas is in the clear.” Damien dodged his brothers’ fist, then each man became focused on the fight.

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The first wave hit, streams of creatures he was sure none of the men with him had thought to ever see. Creed took out two, his claws ripping their stomachs open, then taking off their heads in two swipes each.

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Kellen watched, then did the same with one who attacked him. Creed spun, looking for his next victim. The Cordell twins fought like two extensions of the same being. His distraction allowed a horde of smaller gallo demons to launch themselves at him. The pain of their teeth sinking into his arms and legs had him yelling in both agony, and anger. Razor sharp teeth ripped into his flesh, tearing into him while sucking on his lifesblood. He growled, knocking the ones on his arms off, then slicing the heads off the two on his legs. Luckily, their poisoned saliva didn’t affect him, yet he stumbled as he tossed another gallo away. They were like cockroaches, breeding without a worry for population control.

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“Die you fucking prick,” Kellen growled lobbing a head in the air, then made a show of hitting it with his fist like a baseball.

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“He shoots, he scores,” Lucas called out.

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Creed watched as the trio used a gallo demon as a bat, knocking into another. The blood and other matter flying everywhere. He shook his head, arms flying out to the side as he felt two more trying to sneak up on him and kick out as one jumped. The sound of crunching bones, and tearing flesh went on for another ten minutes. Ten minutes which allowed his rage to build as he thought of what Raina could be going through. In all his thousands of years, he’d never felt nearly as much as he did at that moment. The need to decimate everyone and everything that stood between him and his woman flooded him. Power raced through his veins like the hottest place in Hell he’d ever been.

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“Ah, shit. Someone has unleashed the power.”

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He turned to see who’d spoken, the beings behind him looking smaller than before.

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Kellen raised his arms. “We’re on your side, big guy. Let’s go find Raina. Remember, your Chosen?”

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He stepped on the remains of a gallo, then over a rock, the scent of Raina all over the area. “This way,” he growled.

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At the edge of the cliff he stopped. “You coming or what?”

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“Dude, you wanna slow your roll. We ain’t twelve feet tall like you.” Kellen stopped next to him.

 

Creed pointed down. “We go down.”