Kali 5.5 oUT NOW
Life changes for Nikhil forever the moment he discovers that he is the son of the god Yama, the God of Justice. Nikhil must face the challenge of what it means to be immortal and how to say goodbye to his mother all while fulfilling the responsibilities that come with being the son of the God of Justice. Discover the story of the DemiGod Nikhil in Kali 5.5
Chapter 1 Excerpt: DemiGod
Nik’s feet barely hit the ground as he ran, gravel skidding, boots spewing up handfuls of sand and stones in his wake. His mind was telling him two things. The first was to run, to run as fast as his half-god legs could carry him.
And he was running.
Running for his life in the dark of a moonless night along the main street of a little seaside village in Eastern Russia, with no backup. Such brilliant planning on his part was going to follow him probably to an early grave.
The thing is, he couldn’t just keep racing along without actually knowing how far away he was from the beasts. He could hear the jabbering and yipping—a chorus of crazed primates. And so he looked back. That was when he broke the second rule.
Don’t look back.
Glancing over his shoulder, Nik swore loudly, then turned and focused again on fleeing. Looking back had been both a bad and a good idea.
At least now he knew that it was likely he wasn’t going to escape the horde of little goblin creatures on his tail. Nik gritted his teeth and, with a yell that was more for his own support than to scare off the troop of maniacal, jagged-toothed fiends, he reached for the pole of the next streetlamp, using it and the speed of his momentum, to swing him around to face the oncoming horde.
Nik summoned his power, a little hope rising in him as the magic swirled from his feet to his hands. The power of the earth filled him, but the problem was, the same power fuelled the creatures he faced down.
He just had to wield it better, smarter. Then a voice inside his head laughed at him. Better and smarter would have been to avoid meeting the horde entirely. Carnivorous, demonic goblins were best avoided at all costs.
But no, Nikhil, son of Yama—Lord of the Underworld, Deliverer of Justice—had thought himself too smart, believed he had the skill to outwit the chief of this particular clan of undead monstrosities.
Nik spent a split second imagining the expression on his father’s face when Nik’s stupidity was revealed. Swallowing hard, he pulled the power to his hands, then infused it with flames, as Mother Kali had taught him, and then he took a deep breath.
Centering his thoughts, filtering out the distraction of the blood-drenched teeth on the first of the approaching horde, Nik allowed his fire to fill his palms, then spun it into half a dozen smaller orbs. Within seconds he was flinging a dozen fiery missiles at the first of the creatures, enjoying the satisfaction of watching every one of his targets fall to the ground, writhe around encased in flames, and then sputter out of existence in a puff of embers.
The only problem was he’d killed twelve and there were still about two hundred of the creatures heading his way.
Nik forced himself to focus again, staring hard at the monsters closing in on him. Again he pulled his fire up to his palms, only this time he didn’t waste the effort on globes of fire. Nik spilled the magical fire out from his palm allowing it to flow in a thin stream. Then he drew the flames into a long snaking rope and spun it around his head, Indiana Jones style.
The approaching horde was louder, now, the sound scraping at Nik’s eardrums, enough to reduce a mortal into a mewling mess. But Nik shut out the sound, forcing himself to focus on slaying the first line of oncoming demons.
He yelled at the top of his voice, no words, just a scream that focused his concentration, pushing as much of his power into the fiery whip as he could. He swung the whip around and struck the closest of the creatures, the thinnest end slicing them in half as easily as a hot knife through jello.
One swipe had eliminated almost thirty of the crazed demons, and Nik struck again and again, feeling a lilt of hope as he struck them down, line after line, sending the little beasts to the deepest levels of hell as he cut them apart, little pops and puffs of embers confirming his kill before he focused on the next line.
It wasn’t long before he’d whittled the army down to no more than fifty, and he began to feel triumphant.
She’d thought she could best him. Now he’d show her how wrong she was.
And right then, when his ego had reared its head, when he’d enjoyed the first premature tasting of success, something stabbed him in the back of his knee sending him tipping to the side in shock.
He regained his awareness quickly enough, dropping into a forward roll, half his attention on striking down another dozen of the goblins, the other half trying to figure out what had been stuck into him.
The weapon was soon clear enough because it protruded out the front of his leg, having thankfully missed all his bones. Lucky for him.
But, also not lucky for him.
A warmth swam up his leg, spreading from the wound like a icy-hot fire, and Nik let out a scream, this one leaning more toward agony than triumph.
“Damn all the gods of all the Lokas to the deepest darkest holes of Patala,” Nik grunted, aware the stupid curse meant nothing. He had never been all that good at curses.
Nik forced himself to focus, to push past the pain of the poison filling his bloodstream, to pour all his energy into feeling the whip of fire and slaying the next two dozen gremlins.
Small mercies , as he counted a little over a dozen of the creatures left. But despite reducing the horde to a very manageable number, Nik knew he would lose if he didn’t come up with a good enough plan.
The poison was snaking itself all the way up his torso now, fine threads of a different kind of fire that when it reached his brain would render him as close to dead as a demigod could get. Limbs now numb, Nik fell forward, knees hitting the stones and sending sparks of pain into his flesh. But he didn’t remain upright long enough for it to matter.
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