The Journalists

Chapter 14

Of course, we weren’t going to walk 30 city blocks, so we dimension traveled again, stepping out at the subway entrance. No human was in sight. That was really odd because of the fact that this was the Grand Central Station. There should be people by the hundreds. Instead, there were leaves blowing in the wind haphazardly and hail was falling. The sky was a dark green, indicating that this storm was going to last.

“They’re here,” Matt whispered. Suddenly, beside the five of us, our comrades and fellow Journalists popped up out of nowhere. The fifteen of us together was an impressive sight; but what I saw next took my breath away. Since Mikhail had briefed me on all the names and appearances of The Hidden just before we got here, I knew who they were each in turn.

Azazel was in the lead. Although we were twenty feet from him, he was still bigger-than-life and way too close for comfort. No wonder not a human being besides us were in sight. Azazel wasn’t in his ram form, but I knew it was him because of the power that emanated from him. He was bare-chested and had shoulder length brown hair and wild brown eyes.

Celephus and Dane, the Earth twins sidled up, stupid grins plastered on similar faces. I glared at Celephus who seemed to recognize me. His stupid grin turned into malevolence.

Celian, the beautiful, but oh-so-deadly siren-like water demon came next. Her hair was long, dark blue and flowing. Her skin from the waist up was pale white. She was walking on normal legs—that is if you can call dark blue-almost-black scaled legs normal. Her dress was made out of continuously running water. I stared and tried to blink, extremely mesmerized.

Darius, the fire demon came up with eyes blazing like glowing coals. His hair was jet black and short, glistening in the rain and hail. Flames of blue fire danced on his finger tips and the fringe of his black leather jacket. Since I was standing beside Matt, I was the second person they all looked at. Darius looked at me and sparks flew from his fingers apprehensively. He smiled and growled in a very rude, egotistic fashion when he saw me studying him. Ok, so he was kind of cute, but in the bad kind of way. But that wasn’t why I was studying him. I had never seen a demon such as him, or any of these. Except one.

The next two were Raum and Lelia. They were the most curious of them all. Both wore clothes out of deer hide and carefully weaved leaves and grasses. Living tattoos made of vines encircled their bare arms, legs and necks. They seemed to move and breathe on their own accord. The male had short maroon hair and the female had long platinum blonde hair.

This wasn’t going to be fun. Then I realized we had one more demon left.

A whirlwind came up the stairs. Literally. It stopped beside Azazel and the form of a man manifested. He had shoulder length dark red hair, deeper than Raum’s. His image shimmered as if he was nothing but the wind itself. His trench coat flapped about him. He smiled with pointed teeth. Fatal black eyes glittered as they met each of the Journalists in turn. He turned his gaze upon me. I shivered, remembering that gaze. This was my personal nemesis Abigor.