The Sacrifice (The Covenant) (10 page)

Micah’s hope faltered
as they carried them underground to the Sacrifice chamber.

“Yea though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. Thy rod and they staff, they comfort me.”

Tears burned Micah’s eyes at
her shaky words. He remembered them but didn’t know it, he hadn’t learned it. He should’ve learned it. How would he save her now, he didn’t know any prayers?

“They’re going to make me sacrifice you first Sarah.”

She stopped praying then whispered, “Oh thank God.” She was relieved. “I want you to do it. If God isn’t going to intervene, then I want to die by your hand. Not the devil’s.”

Pain speared him.
“I’m not—”

“Don’t say it. You
are redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.”

Agony choked him.
“I don’t feel fucking redeemed!” he strained.

“That doesn’t change that you are.”

“God will save you, I know he will,” Micah sobbed.

“They can only kill my body. And if they do, the next second I’m in Heaven. Like a blink, baby.”

“Oh God, don’t let her die,” Micah cried, “you can’t let her die, I beg you.”

“Shh-shh,” she whispered. “Please help me be strong Micah.”

“I can’t!” he roared,
only to immediately regret his fury. “I’m sorry, I can’t be strong for this, don’t make me, please don’t make me.” Micah looked around at the Sacrifice Chamber. The circle was prepared and the alter was lit.

“Please Scythe!” he screamed. “I’m sorry, I’ll do anything you want. Trevor, I beg you! Agony! Agony I’ll marry you, I’ll love you!”

“Stop it! Stop it!” Sarah screamed at him. “Don’t Micah, please, please be strong! For me!”

Micah struggled against the chains and roared
at the coven who stood silent in ritual holiness. “I hate you! All of you! You’re all
liars!
God is
good!
You lied about Him! You
lied!
You told me He didn’t
care
about me! That He didn’t have power! That He didn’t
love
me!” Micah threw himself into the cage wall. “You
lied! He does love me! He does have power! He cares! Sarah is proof! She is proof of God!
You’re not gaining anything—it’s all a
lie!”

His screams fell on deaf ears. They
dragged Sarah to the Sacrifice Stone and stripped her naked. Micah saw the tremor in her body from twenty feet away and screamed in fury. Screamed like a mad man.

The Hell Hounds approached his c
age when she was secured and again Micah waited for his chance. The second they opened the door he exploded like an insane animal on a leash, yanking at the chains, fighting to get just one of the Hell Hounds near him.

Micah braced for pain when the electrical prods surged forth in a wall of blue. Sarah’s scream echoed through his head as his body submitted to the white hot power.

“That’s enough,” Agony commanded. “Or else he won’t be able to cut her heart out for me. I don’t want a sloppy job! This whole debacle is ruined with all this noise. For once I wished we’d require gags!”

Micah stumbled forward, his muscles lagging and jerking in confusion. “Micah.”

The gentle whisper latched itself to his mind, a silky tugging. He looked down and met the gaze before him. Sarah.

He
gazed around then down at his hands. At the knife in it. The un-holy blade forged in pure and perfect evil. Tears gushed from his eyes and his hand trembled.

“Do it Micah,” she whispered. “I love you. A blink and I’m in heaven baby. I’ll be so happy there. You’ll be there right after me, okay? We’ll be together and nothing will be able to tear us apart.”

Micah let out a roar of pain and agony. Why? Why did it have to be this? “I don’t want you to go!” he screamed at her. “Pray! Please pray, I beg you!”

“
Oh God, do it Micah! Now!” she screamed back before sobbing. “Only a second, I promise you! You’re putting me right in God’s arms.”

He wiped his tears on his
shoulder. “Are you sure? Are you sure it’s fast, Sarah? God is there?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I promise, you know I wouldn’t lie about this, not one bit! Do it
baby.”

Chanting filled the air like a sick thrum of voices. “Mark the fucking sacrifice,” Agony screamed at him, “You disgusting, pathetic
man
.”

Micah regarded the bowl of blood next to Sarah’s head. He took it and threw it at Agony’s head then took the blade and slit his wrist. “
My blood
will be given to prepare this sacrifice!”

Micah marked Sarah’s body with
his blood and began praying the only real prayer he knew. “Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be Thy name.” Strength and peace entered him as he locked gazes with Sarah. She nodded and prayed with him quietly beneath the now deafening chant that called forth ancient demons. All her life points marked with his blood, Micah raised the blade above Sarah. She smiled. “For Thine is the Kingdom. The Power. And the Glory. Forever and ever.”

Micah’s arms trembled and he grit his teeth.

“Amen,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

“
Hold the fuck up.”

The deep voice came from his right and he looked.

“Don’t hurt her.” A huge man walked up to him. Black wings. Black eyes. And a smoking black three pronged staff in his right hand. “Sorry it took me so long. It’s been a hectic week.” His deep voice rumbled with ominous doom.

A huge shiny black panther padded up next to him. “Can we hurry up? This place fucking stinks.”

“You caused quite racket in the spirit realm with that last prayer,” the giant man said. “Impressive. I’ve had my eye on you both. Was wondering if maybe you would want to work for me.”

The large cat mewled up at him.
“
For
you?”

The
man rolled his eyes. “With me.”

Micah looked around.

“They can’t see me. And as soon as you say yes, they won’t be able to see you either.”

Micah glanced down at Sarah.

“She can’t see either. Yet. And yes, she comes with you. I need both of you.”

Micah stared incredulous at him. “Dear God. The black angel.”

“
Onyx” The man held his hand out in greeting and Micah finally realized he expected a handshake. Not wanting to piss him off, he shook it. “I’m Zool,” the man said. The Onyx Warrior.” He tossed his head right. “This is Kcearn. My faithful pussy cat.”

Micah swallowed, joy and relief finally finding its way into his psyche. “Well I’m Micah. And fucking dumbfounded.” He realized he was shaking the angels hand rigorously but couldn’t seem to stop. “And I am… forever at your service.”

“Good. Kcearn? I smell a rat.”

In that second, the air above Micah split open. He watched in frozen horror as a spindly legged red spider the size of a truck crawled out.

“Can I have it?” The large cat’s growl vibrated the air around them.

“Don’t be sloppy, will you?” The angel sounded annoyed. “So, what’ll it be? You with me, or what?”

Micah stared in wide eyed awe as the cat grew in size during its leap on the creature. Holding it between massive paws, it bit the things head off and shredded its body like a ball of yarn then padded lazily toward them, his size shrinking back down with each step.

The dark angel pointed to the floor next to him.
“Don’t. Touch me. You need to get clean in the tank.”

The cat’s tail swished eagerly behind him. “I hate that stupid thing.”

“Well, that’s the breaks, we’re not in Kansas, Toto, make fucking do.”

“You want me to grab the old man?”

“Oh would you?”

“Anything to get the hell back to my room.”

“To your Delphinus, you mean.”

“Yeah and I’m sure you’re missing Tina.”

“No, you see these two?” he pointed at Micah. “That’s my anti-Tina toxin. You can’t ask for two better people to form a warrior. They were about to sacrifice their
lives,
” the angel bragged.

“You still need a wife.”

“Go get the old man and leave that business to me.”

The cat walked off repeating the angel’s words in a
mousy voice.

Micah stood frozen in shock. “Am I… in another world? Dreaming? Stuck in limbo?”

He waved his hand. “No. But look, seriously. There’s this early Armageddon fiasco on Earth that’s required the attention of the Elite Brotherhood of War,” he said casually. “I need a couple in love. That would be you two. I have to use your bindings to form a warrior.”

“Bindings?”

“You know, your passion. Lovemaking?”

Micah crimped his brow, worried now.

“It’s the greatest power on Earth between couples. The Archangels Brotherhood of War are using that pure passion—harnessing it. In exchanged for some of my angelic power. It’s like a trade? We become a team?”

Micah felt his head shaking and the man sighed. “Look. Yes or no. Yes,
then we need to get the fuck out of here. No, then I’ll return you to your regular scheduled programming here.”

Micah looked at Sarah. As nuts as it seemed, the terror of returning to what he was about to do answered for him. “Yes. Yes absolutely.”

The large angel let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll need to get her yes as well.” He walked up to Sarah and Micah suddenly wanted to hide her nakedness from him. But the man blew a dark mist over her body and covered her with shimmering… onyx? Then he touched her. “Wake up, love.”

His deep voice changed to rough silk, the sound at odds with his enormous frame. Sarah sat up like she’d woken from a restful sleep. She lo
oked at the man, then at Micah, confused.

“No, you’re not dead,” Micah helped. “Remember the… dark angel the little boy told us about?”

Sarah’s eyes popped with a gasp. “Holy shit!” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”

Micah listened in rapture as the man explained to her everything he’d explained to him, only in softer, gentler, even plainer terms. Micah couldn’t deny it. Rabid excitement ate him up at what was happening. It was fucking insane but yet…

“Micah.”

Micah spun around at the familiar voice and met the sparkly gaze of Revyn. Seeing him there, alive, made it all possible. He hugged the man fiercely, gasping at feeling he was real. “This is happening?” Micah whispered.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“They want us to go and—”

“Yeah, the
cat
told me all about it.”

Micah turned at Sarah’s abrupt laughter. He looked at the angel and he held his hands up like he didn’t press any buttons. They all watched her laugh hysterically until she finally got her breath. “So sorry!” she finally said. “I’m just…” she went to crying and she got up and hugged Micah. “So happy. So happy.”

Micah hugged her back, and joy finally shook the holy fuck from his muscles and mind. He looked at Revyn. “You’ll come with us?”

The old man’s eyes sparkled. “The cat said they could use me to help bring some bad guys down. I told him I had a dark past.” Revyn glanced at the cat then looked at Micah. “He said that’s a good place to have darkness.” He winked and grinned. “I said, bring it on.”

The End

Want to continue Micah, Sarah, and Revyn’s story? Tune in to SUMMON ZOOL where their story crosses over into the Archangels Creed series! Hope you enjoyed!

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