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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

... strong. Ishtar's blessing was with her. “I made a mistake, just like Faiza did! I did not know what a loathsome, foul creature I was submitting to!” The Goddess's will crashed into Christy. She screamed, hunkering down beneath the immensity of Hecate. She tried to push against the fist of the Goddess's thoughts. She was like a bug straining against the crushing boot. The only thing keeping her mind from squishing was the warmth of Ishtar's milk. I was prepared for this moment. I need to believe that I can survive. That I can fulfill the prophecy. Kyle needs the power. It is the only way to defeat the Unbound Marid. I just need to hold on! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaliyah and Zaritha tore at the chains wrapping around Faiza. Christy screamed behind them, her pain knifing through Aaliyah's heart. The force of Hecate's will echoed through Faiza's mind, buffeting Aaliyah's senses. “She is so powerful!” groaned Zaritha, hunching down. “How can we defeat her?” “We can't,” moaned Faiza. “She is too much. I have fought her for days, but I couldn't stop her.” “We can do it together!” Aaliyah insisted, forcing herself to be strong, to be the Sultana. She ripped more of the metaphysical bonds from Faiza. “Stand, Mother, and we shall defeat this foul Goddess!” Faiza shook her head. “I can't.” “You can, Mother!” Aaliyah heaved Faiza up, forcing her to stand straight in the face of Hecate's will. Christy was hunched into a ball, barely keeping the Goddess from snuffing out their ...

... minds. Aaliyah pushed her will into Hecate, trying to force back the immense power. “Help me!” Aaliyah commanded, seizing Zaritha and Faiza's hand and striding towards Christy and the hag. “We can beat her together. This is your mind, Faiza! Yours! Take it back! For your son and daughter!” Faiza's hand tightened in her grasp. “For Kyle and Fatima!” They slammed their will into the Goddess's. Christy's moans lessened, her wife sitting up, a determined expression on her face. Aaliyah kept on the pressure, forcing her will harder and harder at the goddess. “I am the daughter of Sheikh Umar ibn al-Jann! I am the wife of Sultan Kyle Unmei! The strength of my ancestors fills me!” Hecate recoiled, fixing her eyes on Aaliyah. “Pesky Jann!” The crushing will of Hecate slammed into Aaliyah. The Goddess focused every bit of her will upon the Jann. Aaliyah's knees wanted to buckle beneath the assault and her spine wanted to break. But she wouldn't bow her head. She wouldn't submit. “I am Sultana of the Hidden People!” Aaliyah spat, stepping towards Hecate, pushing back her will. She had been raised to be meek, to submit to her father and husband. Her will had been bridled, hidden beneath her submissive demeanor. Aaliyah unleashed its full power. “Bow and pay homage to the rightful rulers of the Hidden Realm!” “No!” the crone hissed, her knees bending. “No! How?” “Kill her, Faiza!” Christy shouted. “This is your mind. Shape a weapon and end Hecate's existence.” “Please!” gasped the Goddess, ...