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

... hungry stomach, consumed Christy. It had been so intimate to suckle from the Goddess. She had been adopted by the Goddess, made a part of Ishtar's flesh. I've been prepared for this moment. Christy's hazel eyes widened. Ishtar and Hecate had long been rivals, each disagreeing on how magic should be used. Christy always assumed Ishtar rescued her that terrible day as part of the Goddesses ongoing feud. What if it was for this exact moment. To see Hecate defeated. I need to kill a Goddess to power the unity spell. And I need a Noble Djinn for the focus. All the pieces are here. “Aaliyah, Zaritha!” Christy shouted, beckoning with her hand. “I need you.” Aaliyah, crouched in the corner watching Kyle's duel with Makerah, whirled into dust, flowing across the battlefield, past all the wounded concubines. She flashed back into the flesh, taking Christy's hand. Zaritha rose in a cloud of steam, her arm dangling, broken by Makerah's mad flailing. She zipped across the room, landing next to them. “Feed me your power through Zaritha like you did at the school!” “What are you up to?” Hecate hissed through Faiza's mouth. She clawed through Sable and Phillipa's spell, her eyes dark with rage. “Britney! I need you to grab Hecate and hold her!” The Rakshasa stood next to Phillipa and channeled water at Hecate, swirling around the Goddess. Energy poured into Christy, all the power of a Noble Jann. She reached her hand out and grabbed Hecate as the Goddess destroyed Britney's watery bonds. ...

... “Ishtar, send me into the mind of Faiza so I may free her from your enemies bondage.” “No!” hissed Hecate, throwing up a counter spell. But the power brimming within Aaliyah was immense, seething with the energy of creation. Ishtar's presence in Christy burned hot. It was more than Hecate could handle. Christy fell into Faiza's mind, pulling Zaritha and Aaliyah with her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi was wracked by pain. Hecate's spell shot agony through her. She could barely follow the battle as the pain gripped her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, aching under the strain. Nothing she could do could shake the pain. And then it ended. Christy, Zaritha, Aaliyah, and Faiza all slumped to the ground, the evil Goddess no longer powering her spells. Fumi shuddered, gasping in relief as she sat up, her Windsight seeking out Kyle. Fear shot through her. Kyle was battered back by Makerah's attack. Fumi gasped in horror as the Unbound Marid's water crashed into Kyle's leg. He fell and Makerah hammered his body, crushing his legs. “No!” Fumi shouted and summoned her wind, yanking Kyle back from the crushing blows to her. She cradled her husband's head on her lap. He coughed, his chest crumpled and beaten. “Please, no, Kyle!” “Fu...mi...” he struggled to say, his voice thick with blood. “HE IS MINE!” roared the Marid. “You have to be okay, Kyle!” sobbed Fumi. The Marid loomed over them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fatima burst between Kyle and the Marid, her yari burning bright. ...