Free Indigo Vamporium by Poppet[vampire] Page B

I smile, filling the alcove of darkness with my inner radiance. He vanishes as anger spurts out of my pores in brilliance and the suppressed rage within bellows out of me in a primal battle cry. “How dare you?! Get out of my house! How dare you use my haven for your debaucheries?!”
    “It's not yours,” snarls a devil, stomping his way across corpses, grinding blood and bone into gory mash with every step.
    The purge blasts out of me in blinding catharsis, detonating spiritual napalm across the vamporium.
    “We are love, not death, and you ... you are the corrupt and defiled, you take precious redemption and feed off it like cannibals! You eat yourselves! Can't you see what you are doing? The life energy in your victims is your own! You are not just murdering the light but you are killing yourselves in the process!” I bellow, my ire out of control and binding me in temper's blindfold.
    Bending, I lift a girl in a coma, her breath shallow and lost in damaged dimensions, hoisting her up above me on outstretched arms, I yell,  “Open your eyes and recognize your own damnation! You do this to yourselves!”
    You are the cancerous coma, both destructive and oblivious to your own nocturnal demise.
    The slaughter and rot burns my nostrils, stinging my eyes and turning my heart into a vacuous mausoleum.
    The devil charges, brandishing the femur from a leg long since stripped of decomposing flesh. Willing the female in my arms away to safety, I ready for the brunt of the fetid and festering. My legs are sturdy, braced, and when he rams into me and starts thumping my cranium like his personal bongo drum, I close my eyes and pour stigmata from my hands into his chest.
    Bombing the palace of persecution, I can't stop once I unleash the deluge of spiritual annihilation, the fountain of light flooding the cavity with endless tidal waves thick with human spume and flotsam.
    They have desecrated the holy with their sacrilegious sacraments. Defiling the sanctified spirits of the chaste and cherished with their poisoned perversion.
    Rage blisters out of me in grenades of angelfire, flaring wild light into arcs of obliterating chaos. They crumple, burn, smolder and shrivel, their eyes bleeding from the pure ethereal aura injected into their skins. The putrid scum living in their flesh is instantly vanquished, sending the last of their kind back to the soul river of slick sick, that channel of purged vomit, the sewer of the supernal and depraved.
    My chest is heaving, I can't breathe, I feel like I've been drained within an inch of my existence. Wobbling unsteadily I stagger to regain my balance, the vamporium a nauseating smudge of satanic pastel.
    Shunting against rock, inhaling harsh gulps, the images branded in my head refuse to dissipate. Bending, holding my legs, I quell the vertigo, harnessing the miniscule portion of energy left in my marrow.
    “I'm impressed,” echoes hollowly through the majestic underground cavity.
    Snapping upright, my heart lurching uncomfortably up to my Adam's apple, I swallow against a dry heave, clutching my throat in fright.
    Uncle Venix stands upstairs, staring down at me with his eyes shifting through shades of melting alloy.
    He was here? The whole time?
    Why the hell didn't he help me?!
    Leaning on the rustic railing, his hands clench into brutal fists. “I did not help because you do not require my help. This is a rite of passage for you, Seithe. I had to test you.”
    “Why?!” Anger flares pyre back into my blood, giving me both fuel and fire to fight. “Why test me? You sent me in here alone , knowing full well I faced a legion of evil, a multifarious conglomeration of creatures ten times my size and strength!”
    “And yet who remains standing? Just you. You were not alone Seithe. You are never alone.”
    “Why?!” I holler, disbelief cracking my baritone and making me look once again like an incapable coward.
    Why test me at all?
    “You have earned your next clue,” he says,