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Chapter Twenty Seven - "This Means War"

“Say anything you want,
But talk will get you nowhere.
The only thing you've brought was psychological warfare.
Well there’s no getting out,
And now you got to wonder:
Who will dig you out when you’re six feet under?”

Chapter Twenty Seven - “This Means War”

BALT

                    Gulping, I watched as Immi choked and coughed up black blood.  She was fitting and there was nothing any of us could do.  The saggy hag had taken off some of her restraints and let her fit and shake violently on the table.  I felt paralysed; there was nothing we could do.  The angels didn't realise, but that damned hag had started the ritual.  If we stopped it then Immi would definitely die.  All I could hope was that she was strong enough to stay in her body until we saved her.

                    And then I remembered the deal.  We promised to help save her.  We were screwed if we couldn't save Immi.  Thankfully, there was nothing about her being hurt.

                    “Immi!”  I heard Emily scream out before trying to sprint towards her.  I caught her and held her back before she could do any damage.  Just because they had Dimitri in Immi's body, didn't mean they wouldn't want other angels.  “Let me go!”

                    “No.”  I told her, holding her tighter.  I leaned down to whisper into her ear.  “If you stop the ritual now, Immi could die.  We have to let the resurrection complete.  Then we can do something.”

                    “Whose side are you even on?  You're going to let her die?”  She hissed, her voice becoming darker.

                    “No.  I'm not.  You think I'd let Immi die?  We'll save her, I promise.”  Emily stopped struggling but I held onto her just in case she decided to make a break for it.

                    The knife was still impaling Immi's chest through Dimitri's heart.  Black and bright red blood was mixing as it leaked out of her chest.  Her black dress was getting darker as it soaked up all the blood.  The hag looked at the knife and then smirked at us.

                    “Oh, Gustav.”  She said, her voice holding a thick Hungarian accent.  “You too late.  Much too late.  Your kurva is dead.”  My eyes narrowed at her.  When I got my hands on her...

                    “Piroska, why?  Why turn to this side?  Dimitri won't give you beauty, won't give you extra life... he'll kill you slowly.”  I could hear Gustav trying to reason with her but it wouldn't work.  She was under Dimitri's spell, the one where he captivated everyone with his glory.  It was all false promises.  I knew he'd never keep them.  It was in his blood–and our blood too–to double cross people.

                    “He won't.  He needs me.”  She grinned, and I felt disgusted by her appearance.  No wonder she wanted her beauty back, at the moment she was as pretty as a horse's arse.  Who wanted to look like that?

                    “Crap.”  I heard Bernadette curse.  Looking back, I saw that Bernadette and everyone she'd been with had come in.  There wasn't even a word that could describe the emotion that Harmony's face held.  Smoke was practically shooting out of her ears but there was a sadness held in her eyes.