The Necromancer's Reckoning by S.J. Himes

It could be summoned again, and the geas placed on it by the original summoner would kick back in, but Angel would be prepared. He would destroy the diagram and rune anchoring the demon here, and with dawn arriving, the demon would have no choice but to retreat back to its home dimension, purpose unfulfilled. Simeon screamed, just as Angel lifted his hand, standing tall, the power spindling around him. Power came pouring through the dimensional wall and into his body, his mind and spirit.

Rage filled him, and Angel opened the veil and pulled. The anchoring rune meant that once Angel was dead, or the rune destroyed, the demon would depart, helped along by the emerging light of dawn. Regardless of where he lived and the time of day, someone wanted him dead and cared not for collateral, didn’t care at all that he lived in a busy section of Beacon Hill and that there were three families in his building with small children-someone wanted him dead, and were willing to do anything to make it happen. There was an anchoring rune poorly drawn underneath the ashes. There was a pile of ash inside the rune, and Angel caught a hint of burnt hair as he leaned down. “Angel! Speed up your efforts, mo ghra!” Simeon shouted at him, grunting, his feet scraping over the road as a blow sent him past Angel where he knelt on the ground.Īngel found the rune that held the demon in thrall, and next to it was the marker, in a Latin-based jargon, of his name.

The Necromancer's Reckoning by S.J. Himes