The creator. Pt1
"Nooo!” Kelvin shouted.
Asmodeus’ hand gripped Zafira’s throat, choking her.
“You’re next, as soon as I’m finished with her!” he said as he stared at Kelvin
Kelvin fired his pistol’s remaining rounds, but it had no effect.
He punched Asmodeus directly in the face but it was like hitting a concrete wall.
“Get off her, you f----r!” he yelled, breaking a dining room chair over the demon’s head.
In his frenzy, he looked to the side and he saw the sword Ragnarok laying on the floor.
“Kelvin… Don’t!”
Zafira’s broken voice stopped him as he reached for it. From the look on her face, he knew he would surely die if he touched it. And if he died, so would she.
He panicked.
What could he do? He felt useless. 1
Everything he tried had no effect.
What good was he if he could not protect anyone he loved?
Kelvin suddenly felt a strange disturbance in the room.
The sounds of Zafira’s cries and Asmodeus’ yelling diminished from but a whisper to dead silence.