Page 28 of Knight’s Dominion

A sleek black car pulled into the lot, driving right up to the motionless demons.

“We can’t just fucking sit here and do nothing,” Zenon hissed through clenched teeth.

Fuck. “There’s too many of them, and the way they are, the way they’ll keep getting back up, it’ll be like fighting three times as many.”

The back door of the car opened and someone climbed out. Male, tall, concealed by a black hooded robe. Power radiated from him like a whip, lashing out, wanting to be felt.

Demon.

Chaos glanced at Zenon. “You recognize him?”

Their brother had been born and raised…and tortured…in Hell. He’d gotten up close and personal with many powerful demons while he was held there. Even without seeing this male’s face, he would recognize his power.

Zen shook his head.

They watched as the male in black walked up to the closest demon and raised his hand. The robe’s sleeve slid back, revealing a wicked-looking blade—

He slit the throat of the demon closet to him. It fell to the ground, and they watched as he moved to the next, then the next. He didn’t bother to remove their heads completely, just left them there bleeding, unable to ash out.

Zenon froze beside them and a low, rumbling growl escaped. “I’ve seen this before. They’re summoning something.”

Fuck. “What?”

“I don’t know. Summoning can go wrong. They wouldn’t bring Diemos through, not like this, it’d be too risky, but with how many he’s sacrificing, I’d say something big or powerful.” Zenon looked at him, his yellow eyes swirling, growing dark. “We have to stop them.”

If they were summoning something from Hell, whatever it was, it was coming to cause destruction.

Chaos yanked off his shirt, his brothers doing the same, and each called their demons forth. Chaos’s wings snapped from his back as he shifted into his Kishi demon form with a roar.

Shifted, they looked like giant gargoyles. Only their skin was deep crimson, almost black. Horns protruded from their heads, black and shiny, and long ivory fangs reached halfway down their chins.

What set them apart was their eyes and wings.

Chaos tilted his head to the figure shrouded in black. “Try to take him alive,” he said, his voice now an inhuman rumble.

They extended their wings, catching the wind, and lifted off the roof.

Sword in his hand, Chaos flew straight for the demon trying to unleash Hell on his city. Zenon threw one of his twin fighting axes, the Li Kweis spun, an audible thwump, thwump, thwump as it whipped through the air, heading straight for their target.

But instead of immobilizing the fucker, it stopped several feet away, suspended in midair for several seconds before falling to the ground with a clatter.

The air around the circle of half-dead demons shimmered, light moving over an invisible surface, like rippling water.

“They’re surrounded by some kind of force field. Someone’s protecting them,” Chaos barked.

Gunner roared and clawed at the surface of the barrier. The demon in black ignored them, now chanting rhythmically, the same words over and over again as he moved around his circle of demons, slitting throats, blood dripping from his fingers, his knife, soaking his cloak. There were only a handful of demons left.

Zenon took his axes to the barrier, Gunner and Chaos doing the same with their swords. It was like trying to cut through molasses. Every slice closed in the wake of his blade, repairing itself instantly.

The last demon fell, and the male in black moved to the side as blood flowed from the fallen, flowing to the center of the circle as if drawn there.

The ground glowed as his chanting grew louder. The asphalt shook beneath their feet, and they watched in horror as a hairline crack snaked across the surface, growing wider and deeper with every passing second.

“It’s happening,” Zenon barked.

Gunner stumbled back as the ground lifted in the center of the circle in big jagged, triangular-shaped chunks of asphalt.

A reptilian-looking red leg burst through, four shiny black claws tearing at the surface, each one twice the length of Chaos’s sword. A high-pitched, ear-shattering roar came from below the surface, making the invisible barrier quiver and ripple.