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

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

... turning to face Kyle. “What are you?” “A man,” Kyle answered. “Supported by those who love me.” Water lashed from Makerah. The weapon in Kyle's hand shifted as he used all the elements. Water guided Makerah's attack from Kyle's flesh. Earth blocked the attacks. Fire boiled them away. Wind disrupted the waves. Darkness transported Kyle to safety. He hurtled a piece of stone at Makerah, slamming into the Marid. Makerah became water. Kyle sent a great gust down the hallway, carrying Makerah into the wall. Fire roared, boiling away Makerah's essence as he reformed into flesh. “Please!” howled the Marid. Kyle stood over the blubbering Marid. “Mercy! I surrender.” Britney and Fatima urged Kyle to kill him. Aaliyah and Fumi were moved with pity. Christy was twisted with indecision. Kyle...wanted to end the monster. But he was so pathetic, blubbering like a child that had lost its favorite toy. Makerah's attack caught Kyle in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of his chest as he fell back. The blow would have killed Kyle if [he] wasn't swimming with the power and essence of five others. The pain was intense, burning through him. Makerah scrambled up, fleeing down the corridor as Kyle struggled to stand. Fatima berated Kyle. Kyle stood up and chased after Makerah, Windfeather summoning a great breeze that propelled him forward. But Makerah was swift, hurtling through the hallways as a whirling mist. Other Marid crowded the corridors, cowering as Kyle hurtled past. Britney ...

... believed Makerah was going for the throne room. Fumi agreed. Windfeather became Shadowedge. Kyle folded space and appeared in the throne room. He stood on the very spot where he had failed to save his mother. Aaliyah and Christy proclaimed with joy that they had saved Faiza. The Marid gasped at the sight of him, recoiling as he stood in the center of the throne room waiting for Makerah to appear. Power radiated from him. Shadowedge became Fireheart, the tip of the yari burning bright. Britney told Kyle when to strike. He hurtled a great ball of fire towards the entrance to the throne room. Britney was sure Makerah was about to enter through the door. She had calculated Makerah's speed and the path. The sapphire floor cracked from the heat of the fireball as it streaked across the throne room. Makerah stepped through the doorway. Water flashed into steam as he screamed in pain. The fire boiled the Unbound Makerah. Kyle held firm, ignoring his piteous screams. He had shown Makerah mercy. The Unbound had repaid him with treachery. Even Aaliyah and Fumi agreed to kill him now. Kyle poured all his energy into the fire. Steam billowed, rolling along the ceiling of the throne room. The fire ate through Makerah's flesh, reaching his heart. The chains of diamond wrapped around the Unbound's foul heart anchored him to the Hidden Realm. The links glowed cherry red. The diamond weakened beneath the heat, melting, running like iron heated cherry-red. Makerah was Unbound no longer. His soul was ...