"An exorcist who looks tender enough to bite and a young brat harboring a lair of evil..." Anton spoke in a broken voice as soon as Elijah freed his mouth.
"What a fine prey you have gathered for me. But whose soul should I devour first?"
The spirit of Morvhex had torn Daniel apart and already consumed him. If not for that, he wouldn't be strong enough to tempt Anton so easily.
This was the main issue with dabbling in black magic. There was always a threat of it backfiring.
They had saved Rufus, and it had cost Daniel his life.
Elijah looked at him with instinctive revulsion.
The stench that emitted from within Anton was strong, rusty. Like the stench of blood and flesh left too long in a sealed room.
The air grew pungent, making it difficult for Elijah to take a proper breath.
"You can only starve," he muttered, his palm pressing heavily on Anton's chest.
He could feel the ribs cracking under his weight.
