Risen: The Demontouched Saga (Book 6)

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without teamwork and a healthy dose of luck anyways.
    I try to force myself to my feet, but the shadowy spear creates a set of barbs that pierce my skin the more I move. Without any other open I watch the fight unfold.
    With all of us out of commission, Uriel goes on the offensive, opting to create another spear instead of relying on her shields. Without needing to create the shields, she is really fast with the weapons, but Samael easily matches her blow for blow. Two minutes in, she finds her opening.
    After a pair of vicious swings to her upper body, Uriel drops to her knees while using her spear to sweep his legs out from underneath him. She takes another swing at the demon on the way down that narrowly misses.
    Uriel is back on her feet by the time he hits the ground.
    “Yield,” she says, holding her white spear to the demon’s throat.
    He laughs. “Never.” He moves his sword arm at a speed I never believed was possible. Swinging his blade upward, he cuts Uriel’s arm from her shoulder. She cries out as she collapses to the ground, clutching the wound.
    “The queen of angels, bested by a lowly demon,” Samael says as he gets to his feet. “So close to her victory, yet still fell in defeat.”
    “You think this is over?” I say. “I’ve killed much better people than you.”
    “Have you now?”
    I nod. “And now I’m going to kill you.”
    With the demon standing still, I focus my power on the knife stuck in his leg. Lifting my arm in the air, the blade slices up his side, only stopping when it hits his rib cage. With a final move, I push my arms forward, sending the knife the rest of the way into his body.
    Samael howls in agony while the knife does its thing. I look over at the portal and see the red center slowly widening to fill the gap. On the other side I see a large crimson face with two black horns on his head grinning widely.
    I can see why they made this portal bigger. He would have had one hell of a time crawling under the arch. He’s going to have enough trouble getting through this one.
    Samael’s body, finally giving up on life, drops to the ground. The spear pinning me to the ground fade shortly after. I feel my shoulder where it once pierced my skin only to find it unharmed.
    Now free, Azrael runs over to Uriel, bleeding on the ground.
    “We can’t stop the portal,” he says, holding her up. “It was all for nothing.”
    Uriel opens her eyes and looks over at me. “Use your power,” she says.
    “I can’t move that much metal,” I say. “It’s way too heavy.”
    “Not that one. Your light.”
    “I can only use that on an exorcism.”
    She smiles. “You have always had that power. Just open your heart.”
    Azrael looks over at me, determination in his eyes. “You can do it.”
    I don’t know if I agree, but I have to try.
    I stand on the altar and face the portal. My heart races as image creeps towards the side. There isn’t going to be much time to get this right.
    I hold my hands forward, trying to will the white light into existence. Forcing the issue doesn’t help me much either.
    “A little help here,” I say.
    “Think of something special to you,” Az says. “Try Sara.”
     
     
     
    I close my eyes and immediately picture her sitting on the couch, hair pulled back a pony tail as we watch the Matrix for the umpteenth time. I never cared much for the movie, but I loved spending time with her.
    Right when Morpheus is about to sacrifice himself to save Neo, I hear a knock on the door.
    “Who’s that?” Sara says, sitting up.
    “I’ll see.”
    I open the door but don’t see anyone outside.
    “Who is that honey?” Sara says, watching.
    “Nobody. Just a ghost.” I turn around to shut the door when I see him. “Jack?”
    “Hi Daddy,” he says, brown eyes open wide with a smile on his face. He looks the same as the last time I saw him. The same short brown hair on his head. The same blue jeans and red tee shirt.
    “What are you doing here?” I ask. “I

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