The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning Harold Straugh (bearly read books TXT) 📖

was late in the night when she started to have a seizure, at the time I just thought she was shivering uncontrollably. I went down beside her, took her in my arms and spoke her name, I then laid her head on my chest and threw her cover over the both of us.  She calmed down after a while but was still warm and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead.  They dripped down and soaked my shirt.  She stayed that way for the rest of the night, curled up in my arms and burning up.

The morning didn’t want to come that day.  I was staring off into the embers when I heard Noemi speak, “Ewwwe!” she said.  I hadn’t realized but her arm had fallen between my legs at some point and time and her forearm was touching my crotch, even though clothed, it still bothered her. She moved it and looked up at me.

“What happened? I remember you getting the arrow out of my chest and that’s it.”

“I cut myself and some of my blood went into you,” I said.

“I had a messed-up dream, you were intertwined with a female demon, she had a tail that she wrapped around your midsection.”

“That was no dream, you saw me and Lilith,” it was interesting to me how she saw that after my blood went into her.

“You and Lilith actually did it?”

“I had no choice, I had to kill her with Lucifer’s horn.”

“His horn?”

“I was taking Lilith from behind when I used Lucifer’s horn to slit her throat.” I said almost forgetting I still had his horn as a makeshift rib.

“You lie,” she said jokingly.

I took my shirt off, “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to show you, I have Lucifer’s horn with me,” I said grabbed the very arrow that was in her chest and cut myself open with it.

“Hey, stop that!” she said and tried to stop me, but I waived her off, as I reached inside me and pulled the horn out.

“I keep it in case I ever meet another demon like her,” I said and put it back before I healed, “How are you feeling though?”

“I feel better now, than I ever have,” she said bending her arms, straightening, and bending her back.

I helped her up, she looked down at her ripped, blood-soaked shirt, she finished ripping it off and tossed it on the embers, which smoldered for a few then caught fire. “I won’t need that bad memory anymore,” she said as she dug through her pack and produced another shirt. She threw it on and looked at me, she had caught staring once again.

“Shall we go and see if they have what was promised?” I asked and stepped outside, but before I could even step beyond the tent, our supplies were there, two large furs and two bows with arrows. I wasn’t happy though.

Noemi loaded the furs up on her horse, as I took the tent down and loaded it up on Sabor. I turned my attention back to Dudince. It didn’t take long before I found the guy from the day before, he was weaving a basket

“We gave you what you wanted, we would like it if you left,” he said and stopped weaving.

“I need a few more things actually since my friend almost died.”

“I noticed she’s alive and well, in less than one night,” he said with some sort of accusation in his tone.

“What about it?”

“It sounds like the work of Lucifer, the Devil himself.”

I got as close as I needed to be and then grabbed onto the guys shirt and easily lifted him off the ground, “There are for worse things out there than Lucifer and if you don’t get what I want, you will find out!” I said as I dropped him.

“List!” I snapped my fingers at Noemi, who gave me a hateful look, but gave me her herb list anyways. “We also need mydlo (soap) a couple bars of it.”

“We don’t have bars here,” he said, getting up off the ground, “we don’t let it get hard, it’s easier to handle.”

With that he disappeared for a few minutes.  When he came back he handed me two, small skin-canteens and a couple bags of spices, “You open the top and squeeze,” he said talking about the canteens.

I opened mine and squeezed it little and a thick, green substance came out that smelled floral with a pine ascent to it. I handed one to Noemi who smiled when she smelled hers.

“Now go, please!” he said, and we did.

That’s how we spent our time together, we circled out from there, hitting whatever town or village we happened upon.  We practiced everyday with our bows and arrows.  Noemi was an excellent shot, as was I, I had to ween myself on pulling back so hard, I almost snapped my bow plenty of times. We gathered supplies with every place we visited. I gathered up more white clothes with hoods and Noemi took what was there, she wasn’t picky about what she wore.

Soon winter rolled upon us and had set up camp in a wooded lot. I spent a majority of the time chopping down small trees. Noemi would hunt until she got too cold, she would usually shoot small game, which we piled up on one side of the tent.

The tempatures fluctuated, then one night, they dropped severely.  I had the fire as high as I could get it, without burning the tent down, we managed to get numerous furs, but Noemi was still shivering, I could hear her teeth chattering.

“Hey!” I called to her.

“What?” she said someone angrily.

“I’m going to lay next to you to help keep you warm.”

“I’ve been waiting for it,” she said, so she lifted the covers and I crawled next