Chapter 18 : A General And A Prince

Belial's body shudders around the blade's edge, the point of it skewering him through his sternum in a sickening way. More blood drips down onto the ground, coating the front of his plate armor with thin rivets. I stare in horror as blood bubbles out of his mouth, his teeth clenching together in anger. He rips himself off of Sol's sword, stumbling towards me with purposed steps. I kick at the ground, trying to move away from the sharp end of that blade rearing at me but the branches only hold me tighter in place. My eyes screw shut as I wait for the blow to bring me into oblivion. I can't believe I'm going to die this way. Held down and covered in vines that leave me as a sitting duck for a Hell prince to come kill me. It figures, honestly. My karma has finally caught up to me and is now serving me my final killing shot because I've been stupid enough to fraternize with a damn demon. What surprises me more is the sword never severs my head but actually ends up sinking i