The Long Night of the Gods: Lilith Awakens (Forgotten Ones Book 2)
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Elsewhere, somewhere significantly less populated, Mea stepped out from beneath a small, low hanging concrete overpass. Moonlight flickered off her face as she stepped out and in the shadows cast by the overpass and onto the old country road. Mea looked left then right, at the fields that flanked her. The hay was already bundled—taller than she was—and the tinging allergens from the hay was burned the insides of her nose. Harvest season, allergies, this she knew. And something else was there as well.
Within the fields, between the swaying stalks of grain and behind the bundled hay, Mea saw them. Eyes, unhuman ones. Glowing yellow and red eyes. At first, there saw only a few sets of eyes watching her, but with each passing second and as the glowing eyes blinked, the number of eyes watching her grew in numbers. Multiplying by multiples of twos, the fields began to fill with thousands of glowing red and yellow eyes. All blinking and watching her. Mea watched the blinking glowing eyes as they shifted through the fields while others were peeking out from behind the bundles of hay. She could see their shadowy, sharp hands moving around through the fields and in flashes of moonlight.
That wasn’t all. Thin swaying clouds began accumulating overhead; circling a few feet above Mea’s head and blocking out the few stars that were out that night. The clouds hung low but they were moving fast—they almost looked like ghosts. Banshees. The silver-haired women seemed to lack any true, solid form; they were still beautiful nonetheless. Gesturing with boneless arms, waving towards Mea to join them, they whispered eerily into the wind and seductively through it. “Come and see.”
Farther away in the night’s sky, large black jumbles were half-blocking the moon while still allowing some moonlight through to show the storm clouds while outlining them with sharp silver edges. Moonlight or not, these were no true silver linings, there rarely were.
In front and within the edged clouds, Mea watched shadowy silhouettes hang atop their large shadowed wings while the danced in the darkness, waiting and watching.
Mea’s eyes were hard, harder than they were just three days ago. And she heard it, the trumpet, and she had a funny feeling that it was for her. A trumpet sounding her return. And she had a funny feeling that the hanging shadows and the silver-haired ghosts and the blinking red and yellow eyes in the fields were there for her as well. After all, they were watching her. But still, it was only a feeling.
Mea began thumbing at the bottom of her t-shirt. She looked at the dirt road and began grinding the bottom of shoe against the dirt and rock, and she was growing tired of the creatures’ games and of their watching. She grew tired of the feeling. It wasn’t smart to spy on a god. It wasn’t smart to spy on a killer. They should have known better, but they obviously didn’t. But they would, soon.
A small burst of light splashed over Mea, and she was suddenly clad in her silver armor. Her wings flared out of her back. Spread wide, the wings drooped and dropped behind her then melted into a flawless cloak the color of fresh snow.
Mea cleared her throat then said, “By the time I finish speaking, I expect you all to be gone. Tell your masters, whoever they might be, that I am back. Tell them that they are wrong; the gods are NOT immortal. I have been to hell and back. I have seen the deserts at the edge of existence and beyond them. I have seen the Valley of Forgotten Gods, and I have reserved their plots. Tell them that they are NOT all powerful. Tell them… I’m coming for them.” And as she finished, the clouds, shadows, and blinking eyes fled.
Yet as the clouds dissipated, the lightning returned, a patch of lightning off in the distance. A storm is coming. The lightning flashed again and then again; each time angrier, brighter, and more frightening than the time before. While the lightning was wild, the thunder was unnaturally quiet—quiet as thunder goes, and it only clapped twice. “Mea,” it seemed to call to her.
And Mea would answer. She looked up to the sky and smiled. “Yes, you are correct. All gods must die.”
THE END
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