Immortals 10 - Demon From The Dark Read Free

demons in Ash knew how Malkom had earned his bread as a boy, how he'd eaten from their trash once he'd grown too old for a vampire lord's tastes.
                But for this vampire to know as well ...
                "Does not matter how you appear, demon--you are still nothing."
                "Do not listen to him, Malkom," Kallen said. "You are a good man. A stalwart leader."
                "Who was betrayed at the earliest opportunity?" the vampire said.
                A gang led by the powerful and devious Ronath had tricked Malkom. Before he could trace or attack, he'd been caught in a metal net and stabbed through repeatedly.
                "You rose up high for the briefest time. But I will break you down once more."
                Malkom craned his head up to face the Viceroy. "Break me down?"
                "You submitted to a vampire master once. You will do so again."
                "Is that why we live still? For me, save yourself time and kill me now." Nothing this vampire could do would be worse than what the slave master of Malkom's childhood had done. Malkom gazed at the demon boy, unconscious in the dirt. Nothing.
                " 'Tis not so simple," the Viceroy said. "It never is with our kind." Had he signaled something to the sorcerer at the back of the chamber? "You've destroyed so many of my soldiers that I have decided to create more, starting with you two, the strongest of your kind. You shall be transformed, remade in my image."
                The rumors ... 'Twas said that the overlords had developed a rite to transform Trothans into Scarb a--demonic vampires who thirsted for the blood of their own. A demon and a vampire united, an abomination stronger than both.
                The Viceroy drew his sword from a scabbard at his hip. "You will drink my blood, and it will open your veins to the ritual. Your deaths will be the catalyst." He ran a finger over the edge of his sword, while in the shadows his sorcerer began to chant, fueling a sinister curse.
                Power emanated from the sorcerer with every utterance, filling the room with forbidden black magics. Some unseen force seemed to wrap around Malkom's body, digging in.
                Even more guards closed in, heaving tight on Malkom's and Kallen's chains. One of the largest vampires jammed his knee into Kallen's spine, forcing his head backward, while another wedged a bit between Kallen's teeth.
                "No, no!" Malkom roared, twisting violently.
                The Viceroy sliced his own wrist. " 'Tis a gift I'm giving you. The Thirst . I am going to make blood sing for you, make you dine on demon flesh every day for eternity." He shoved the streaming gash to Kallen's pried-open mouth. "You will become like us, and be loyal only to me. It begins now."
                "Do not drink it, Kallen!" Malkom bellowed, but they forced him to swallow it.
                They set upon Malkom next, stabbing him until he was too weakened to resist. The Viceroy's thick, vile blood was forced down his throat as well.
                Then the vampire raised his sword. Malkom thrashed against the chains with every ounce of power left in his body, but neither he nor Kallen could get loose.
                Kallen met Malkom's gaze for a harrowing moment--just before the Viceroy's sword sliced clean through Kallen's neck. His body collapsed backward, his head tumbling into the grave. Dazed, sightless eyes stared up at Malkom. The prince's brows were still drawn, his teeth gritted.
                Malkom gaped in disbelief while years of their shared memories flashed in his mind.
                The two demons' countless battles, more victories than defeats. The dozens of times Malkom had saved Kallen's life; the thousands of times Kallen had praised him,