44 Unforgivable

“Take me!” I screamed, rushing Sunny's altar only to be dropped by a piercing arrow to the side, shot by a demon warrior standing guard.

“Take me!” I screamed from the ground. A second warrior planted his heavy boot into my other side, blood coughed, vision blurred.

“Please.” I whispered, barely able to get the word out. “I have power. I'm worth much more than the boy. I … I'm a Resurrectionist.” A hush fell over the crowd of warriors. I closed my eyes, knowing I just damned myself with those words.

“Did you hear that my disciples?” Sunny stepped from his altar. “Seems we have a celebrity in the house. A Resurrectionist!” Sunny's voice raised, a cheer erupted from the crowd. “Tell me, Resurrectionist, to what do we owe the honor?”

“Call this off. Take me. You know what I am. You know what I can do.”

“You want to make a deal, problem is, you don't have anything to trade.” Sunny looked deep in my eyes.

“I can free you.”