Page 19 of Knight’s Dominion

Time and again, despite their screams of pain, broken bones, missing limbs, or the fact that several were gray from loss of blood, they kept coming.

Chaos and Laz quickly got into a rhythm. Laz would knock them back and Chaos would remove their heads.

He was panting and covered in blood when they finally cleared the room. Only one remained and Chaos closed in, grabbed the male by the throat, and pinned him to the wall. "Who did this to you?" The demon’s mouth opened and closed like a dying fish, like he wanted to tell him, but whatever force had hold of him had control of his damn vocal cords. "This is pointless."

He pulled back and removed the demon’s head. It instantly disintegrated, turning to ash like the others.

Lazarus planted his hands on his hips. “How did they know where we were? How do they keep finding us? Bigger numbers? We would've been screwed."

He wanted to know the answer to that as well. How did these fuckers know where they were patrolling? Chaos pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Zenon warning them.

“They're toying with us right now. Testing their power.” He ran his hands over his head. "Diemos is behind this somehow, but who the hell is pulling the strings here on Earth?"

“Marcus might have some ideas."

Marcus was a full demon, and for lack of a better term, Zenon’s “father in-law.” "I've already questioned him, he hasn’t heard anything. Since his daughter hooked up with a knight, he’s well and truly out of the loop.”

Lazarus cursed.

A wall-shaking crash echoed through the room, the sound coming from the rear of the building. Jesus, now what? They raced for the exit and burst out the door.

Rocco.

Fuck.

He had his hand wrapped around a demon’s throat. The fucker was probably a lookout. Their brother’s eyes were flat black, his inner demon working with him as he held the smaller male in an unyielding grip.

"I'll ask you again, and this time you'll tell me the truth.” Rocco grabbed the demon’s wrist and slammed it against the wall. Blood leaked from him in several places and his index finger was missing.

The demon was fully alert and making a lot of noise, but not the kind of noise Roc wanted. Without hesitation, he sliced off another digit. The demon screamed.

"Roc, fuck. Stop,” Lazarus said, coming up beside him.

"He won't tell me if she's all right. He won't..." Rocco punched the wall by the demon’s head. "Fucking tell me!" he screamed in the male’s face.

Chaos moved in, too. He’d never seen Rocco like this, this out of control.

"I-I don't know who y-you're…ah, talking about…I-I…was given sanctuary…”

"This isn't you, my brother. Step back." Chaos didn't miss the fear in his own voice. They’d all watched Tobias go through something similar, and they couldn’t let Roc slip away as well.

Rocco reared back with a roar and took the demon’s head off. He stumbled back, breathing hard.

Laz stepped up. "Roc…you need to come home, you…”

"Stay the fuck back!” Roc yelled, covered in demon blood, eyes bloodshot and hollow, face drawn and pale. “I mean it,” he snarled, then he shifted and was gone.

"We’re losing him," Laz croaked.

He was right. Rocco was slipping away, and if they didn't come up with a way to bring him back, they wouldn’t only lose their brother, they'd more than likely lose the war as well.

They needed every knight at full power, with their heads on straight. The way things were going, there wouldn't even be a war, they'd get their asses handed to them well before it even got to that point.

If that happened, the Hell’s Gate would bust wide open, suffocating everything in its path with unrelenting darkness, and nothing would ever be the same again.

CHAPTER 7

“You have to talk to him,” Laney said.