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soldier’s neck. The Herald snorted with the effort and threw the limp corpse bodily across the room.
    It struck the Caliph even as his lips twisted with the intricacies of his incantations beside the dual image of the Infantana as she did the same. The spell caster was driven hard against the stone wall, and his head bounced off stone with a sickening smack.
    The Caliph slid slowly down, leaving a smear of crimson syrup and strands of hair behind him. Without his power the Infantana was incapable of maintaining control of the terrified guardsmen.
    They broke like water through a dam. As one the survivors scrambled over the corpses of their brothers to flee the scene of their slaughter. The Infantana turned to flee, but was caught and pushed aside to the bloody floor. Sandals left marks on her soft flesh as she was trampled beneath the feet of her mercenaries.
    Panicked, the Infantana heard a wild, lilting laughter. She turned her head to see her step-daughter giggling madly. The naked girl wore a dress of blood, and her fists worked between her legs with insane intensity. Alyssa’s eyes fairly glowed red with the power of her possession, and the Infantana knew the girl was gone from the mortal coil of this reality.
    “Cahlii! Cahlii!” The Infantana screamed.
    The Herald of Anubis shrugged his massive shoulders, and his wings spread and flapped like those of some great eagle. He lifted up into the air and leapt forward the fifteen feet to where the Infantana cowered next to the corpse of her Caliph.
    “Cahlii! Cahlii!” Abraxsis mocked. “Your slut-goddess won’t save you. The laws of the mortal coil are fixed.”
    The Herald of Anubis threw his gore-smeared glaive to one side and scooped up the lithe blonde. He ripped her clothes from her and laughed at her shame. He swept her up above his head and dashed her to the floor.
    The woman burst open like a ripe melon under the force of the death angel’s strength. Her flesh simply split apart like burlap as her bones were snapped and broken. Abraxsis knelt down and thrust a black, talon-tipped hand into the cavity of her chest. He snatched her still beating heart from its seat and bit into it like an apple.
    Behind him the mindless body of the girl Alyssa shuddered with the strength of her orgasm.
     

Chapter Eleven
Ritual Night
     
     
    Khat came up out of the hold of the corvette in a rush. He rode Ptah’s cohort with one fist wrapped firmly in her hair like reins. He saw the tip of the citadel rise as the slave girl navigated his ship down to the balcony.
    He used his free hand to punch Sheára in the back of her head and snarled the geas command again. Compelled beyond her power to resist, the powerful creature suffered her indignity. Her hooves thundered across the sunship’s deck, and she held her long spear ready in her hands.
    At Khat’s urging Sheára leapt into the air over the railing and onto the stone balcony below. The blood of the manikin Delacroix filled Khat’s mouth and scalded his tongue, driving him toward his consummate fury.
    As a boy in Primus, the prison of Gomorrah, the Tiered City, Khat had fled the rape-gangs and the thrill cannibals. In his desperate scramble for survival Khat had seen one small group of prisoners feared above all the others. The tiny death cult of Chronus, the eater of children and one of the dishonored tabernacle.
    He carved his own eye out with a heated spoon to join the ranks of the Twisted Path and learn the secrets of their powers. He spent ten years learning the craft of thug, assassin, devotee, and acolyte. His skills were prodigious when the Primus Commander offered him a deal: escape into the military ranks of the slave-Legions and a shot at purchasing his freedom. In exchange he had only to deliver unto the Commander the heart of the Chronus sachem , a man who had grown to such capabilities even the centurions and yard bulls feared him.
    By that morning Khat had escaped Primus.
    Now Khat once again gambled