LILITH –– Excerpt (Dark Fantasy Novel)
Samael and his troops flew halfway to Mount Verve’s summit, but without warning, their wings became rigid and heavy, making it impossible to fly any farther.
Most of the angels experienced a pulling sensation toward the ground when their wings began to stiffen, so they used the last bit of strength in their wings to hoist themselves onto the mountain’s wall.
“Secure your weapons and hold on to the rock face with your limbs,” Samael said. Still, many panicked as they scrambled to secure their swords in the sheaths in their garments and fell to their deaths.
“Grip unto the mountain side with your hands and feet, for we must climb the rest of the way using the strength of our arms and legs alone,” Samael ordered his warriors.
Samael and his remaining troops struggled to scale the mountain, but they finally made it to the summit. Once on the mount’s crown, Samael glanced over the edge with a heavy heart, knowing many had fallen to their deaths. He saw only clouds as he stared downward, for the mountain was too high to allow a view of the ground.
Samael scanned the summit. On the crest of Mount Verve grew many unusual trees loaded with small, firm, round pink fruit.
“These trees are heavily laden with fruit,” Samael said, licking his lips and sniffing the air around the trees. “We shall climb them, partake of the bounty, and regain our strength for battle. We must do this quietly and in small groups, so as not to be heard by our enemies in the park below.”
A group of warriors hurried to climb the trees to get to the fruit. When the soldiers’ hands came in contact with the bark of the tree they became stuck. A russet, viscid, adhesive matter covering the bark held them fast, and the trees drew them closer. Large blisters formed on their skin, beginning with the area attached to the tree trunks. The rest of their skin began to blister painfully as the tree’s poison made its way through their bodies. The soldiers began to wail and moan in agony.
“Assist them!” Samael yelled. The other angels stood motionless, gaping at their comrades. “Pull them off the trees!”
The angels tried to yank their brethren off the trees, but only caused them more pain, for their skin was fused to the bark. The trees began to absorb the soldiers; their bodies began to change from solid to liquid, beginning with their skin, which melded with the bark. The process was slow, and the victims shrieked and yelled in torment. Samael was forced to make a dreadful decision as general.
“Slay them! Slaughter those in the trees’ clutches! Silence their cries and put them out of their misery,” Samael ordered his troops in a tremulous voice.
Samael’s soldiers hesitated for a brief moment, but soon followed his orders, using their swords to silence the angels caught by the vicious trees.
Tears spilled from Samael’s red swollen eyes as he watched his soldiers slash their comrades’ throats. After the deed was done, it became quiet once more. http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com/