My first instinct was to fling up a wall of
darkness between them, but as I summoned up the last dregs of my energy I
realised that it wasn’t enough. The force-field had taken every last drop of
power that I had. I cried out as she collided with Sebastian. I expected a
surging blindness, a bright flash of light or something supernatural, but
nothing happened.
The next few moments
flew past so quickly that I barely registered them. My body was on autopilot.
My eyes saw that Bas had grabbed Ariel by the throat and transferred some of
his miasma into her. Her face intertwined with dark slithers of power stood
motionless against a background of chaos. Grigori howled and launched himself
at the pair. I intercepted him midway swinging my arm across his face as hard
as I could. His tiny frame went flying off to one side leaving me to face a
furious Zadkiel. He was no longer the image of Zen and tranquillity, no golden
showers rained from his fingertips; instead he clasped what looked like a blade
made of sunlight.