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"Not very successful, I'd gather?"

"Miserable failures that would have beeneradicated long ago if it weren't for the Powers. They use the

Orishas as slaves, as hunter trackers."

"So they're not that dangerous—right?" Aaron asked as he watched the Orishas forced back by

Gabriel's wild thrashing.

"On the contrary" Camael said. "They have proven quite ferocious in battle, despite their diminutive size."

Gabriel's blocky head emerged from beneath the netting, and he snapped at his attackers.
 
"Aaron, 1could use some help!"
 
he hollered, catching sight of his friend.

The Orishas turned and began to stalk toward Aaron and Camael, snarling menacingly. Three snatchedup crude spears from the forest floor, and the one with the headdress removed a dagger from a sheath onits bony leg.

Aaron tensed, holding his flaming weapon before him. "What do we do?" he asked the angel standingcalmly beside him.

"The Powers have probably put a bounty on our heads," Camael said casually as if talking about the

weather. "The Orishas will try to capture us, and if that is not possible, they will surely attempt to kill us."

The primitive creatures were closer, and Aaron could hear them growling, a high-pitched sound like anair conditioner in need of repair— only much more horrible. "What do we do?" he repeated frantically.

"I thought it obvious, boy," the angel said asenormous wings of white languidly unfurled from his back.

"We kill them."

"Something told me you were going to say that," Aaron said, just as the Orishas shrieked a cry of war

and launched themselves at their chosen prey.

The power that resided within Aaron wanted out in the worst way. He could feel it pacing about inside,like a bored jungle cat in its cage at the zoo. It had started when Camael first mentioned the Orishas. Like asking Gabriel if he wanted to go for a ride, the power of the Nephilim had perked right up, pushingat the restraints he had imposed upon it.

The Orishas were taking flight, their small, ebony wings flapping with blurring speed, and the angelicpower struggled harder to be free, but Aaron wouldn't allow it. In fact, just the thought of undergoing thetransformation, as he had that horrible night inLynn , made him tremble with fear. "You're lucky I'm evenusing one of these damned swords," he muttered to himself as he raised his burning weapon and swattedthe first of his attackers from the air.

The creature shrieked in agony as it plummeted to the ground, one of its wings aflame. It began diggingup clumps of cool dirt and rubbing it on its smoldering feathers as Aaron turned his attention to Camael.

Another Orisha was moving with blinding speed toward the angel—spear aimed at his face.

At the last second, the creature suddenly changed direction and thrust its shaft down into Camael'schest. With a great bellow of pain, the angel raised his sword and sliced the warrior creature in two.

"Aaron, look out!"Gabriel called from behind him.

Aaron quickly turned, just in time to block the attack of another of the horrible beasts. It was the onewith the elaborate headdress.

"You will fall before our might,"the chieftain shrieked in its savage tongue.
 
"I have foreseen it."

Aaron swung his mighty sword, and the Orisha fluttered backward as the burning blade nearly severedhis overly large head from its diminutive body. The power within Aaron was wild now, straining forrelease. The chief again pressed the attack, and this time his knife found its mark, sinking into the softflesh of Aaron's shoulder. He cried out in pain as the creature hovered just out of reach.

"Aaron, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Gabriel," he said as he watched the dog try to pin the fighting Orisha with the burned wing to

the forest floor. "Just pay attention. These things are dangerous."

The wound pulsed painfully, and a strange, burning sensation began to spread down his arm, making itdifficult to hold his weapon.
Poison?
 
he wondered. He turned to Camael just in time to watch the angelwarrior fall to his knees.

"Did 1 mention that the Orishas dip theirblades in a narcotic that immobilizes their prey?" Camael asked,

his speech slightly slurred.

"You don't say," Aaron replied with sarcasm, as the sword fell from his numbed hand, imploding to

nothing before it could hit the forest floor.

No longer concerned with them, now that the drug was coursing through their veins, the surviving Orishas turned their attention to Gabriel. Aaron watched helplessly as his friend lost his grip on thecreature with the burned wing and it scuttled over to join its comrades.

"Get out of there, Gabriel!"

The chief had retrieved the net, and the three warriors slowly advanced on the snarling dog.

"You should know by now that 1 won't leave you,"the Lab growled, standing his ground.

"Loyal to a fault," Camael said as he swayed upon his knees and fell to his side, the Orishas' poison

taking hold.

The Orishas threw themselves at Gabriel. Two grabbed hold of the snarling dog while the chieftaintossed the net over his head. Quickly, they staked the net to the ground, trapping theLabrador .

"We will eat hardy tonight, my brothers,"the chief said excitedly as he leaned in to sniff at the still snarling animal.
"A meal befitting warriors
 
—warriors who are about to receive their freedom and
safe passage to paradise."

The Orishas began to cheer, their poison-dipped weapons raised to the heavens in a dance of victory.

"They're going to eat Gabriel?" Aaron asked with horror. His entire body had gone numb, and he

slumped to the ground near Camael.

"It appears that way," the angel managed. "And then they will bring us to Verchiel at first light."

"What are we going to do?" Aaron asked while keeping his eyes on the jubilant Orishas, who seemed to

be getting quite a kick out of tormenting poor Gabriel.

"It is up to you," Camael calmly replied.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Aaron angrily barked.

"You have the power. All you need to do is use it."

As if on cue, Aaron felt the presence surge within him once again. "I don't know what you mean," helied, using all his might to hold it at bay.

"Don't play games with me, Aaron," the angel snapped. "Ican sense how it struggles to exert itself. Set it

free."

"I... I can't do that," Aaron replied, gripped by fear. "I don't know if I can control it."

"I thought we were beyond this." The angel sounded exasperated. "The power is part of you—it is what

you are now."

Deep down, Aaron knew the angel was right—but it didn't make it any less scary. The force was wild,its potential for destruction great. He remembered how he had felt the night Verchiel killed his fosterparents. Such strength, such power, it had been exhilarating—at first.

Am I strong enough?he wondered.
Or will it drive me crazy as it has others before me?

"I... I can't," he stammered. It was becoming more difficult to speak.

"You must," Camael declared. "If you do not, Gabriel will die and we will share a fate at the hands of

Verchiel."

Aaron was silent. He watched the Orisha chief step away from the celebration and remove two sets ofrestraints from a satchel hidden in the thick underbrush.
 
"When the Orishas' poison wears off, you willgo nowhere,"
 
the ugly little creature cackled as he moved toward Aaron.

"Do something!" Camael bellowed.

For a moment, Aaron thought about letting the power loose, feeling the electric surge of his truesupernatural nature course through his body. He remembered the excruciating pain as his newlydeveloped wings tore through the flesh of his back, unfurling to their full and glorious span. He winced,recalling the severe, burning sensation as ancient angelic symbols appeared upon his skin—signaling histransfor-mation into something far more than human.

He thought about it, but he did nothing— and the Orisha's restraints snapped coldly closed around hiswrists.

Camael sighed. He'd had such great hopes for the boy, but now he was beginning to have doubts.

"And now you, great angel,"the Orisha chieftain said happily as he headed for Camael with the second

set of manacles.

"And now me," Camael growled, and began to climb to his feet.

"More poison! More poison!"the leader screamed in panic, pulling his knife from the sheath around his

leg. The other two warriors made a frantic dive for their weapons.

Camael was both bored and immensely annoyed. The angel knew that Aaron had been holding back,fearful of his newly emerged nature, and he had seen this as the perfect opportunity for the boy to tamethe power, to wrestle it beneath his control. But as he gazed at the youth, lying upon the ground, havingsuccumbed to the effects of the Orishas' poison—he realized how wrong he was. He wasn't ready at all,and Camael began to fear for the fulfillment of the angelic prophecy.

The old shaman was fluttering in the air before Camael, muttering, arms spread wide. The groundbeneath the angel's feet began to churn, and he felt himself pulled into the earth as suddenly as liquid. Theother two Orishas charged, their weapons glinting with paralyzing poison.
This will not do at all,
 
theangel thought as a new sword of fire ignited in his hand. Camael swung the fiery blade driving back thewarriors and with one great flap of his mighty wings, he lifted himself from the ground's sucking embrace.

With a howl of fury, the chieftain launched himself toward Camael, moving with supernatural speed. But

Camael was faster, swinging his sword of fire and cleaving the leader in two.

"Your dream was just that," he said as the two pieces of the once living thing fell away in flames. "A

dream."

Without his leader, the Orisha with the burned wings seemed to lose his urge to fight. The fluttering beastdrew back his arm, threw his spear, and turned to run. Camael slapped the projectile away, then pointedthe tip of his sword at the fleeing primitive. A tongue of flame snaked from the end of the burning blade,and in an instant the Orisha warrior was engulfed in heavenly fire. The creature squealed: words of prayerto some long-dead fallen angel that was its creator upon its lips as it was incinerated.

There is one more,Camael thought as he returned to the ground, wings folding upon his back. Swordready, his birdlike eyes scanned the trees and underbrush for signs of the older Orisha, but the creaturewas nowhere to be found.

Aaron moaned in the grip of the poison-induced fever, and Camael turned his attention to the Nephilim. His sword dissipated as he moved toward the youth and squatted beside him. He touched the lockingmechanism on Aaron's manacles and watched as the restraints fell smoldering to the ground. "Get up,boy," he said sternly.

Aaron's eyes fluttered open. "Camael?" he whispered. "How . . . ?"

"I purged the poison from my system," he said, grabbing the teen by the front of his shirt and hauling him

to his feet. "It's something you could have done as well, if you'd bothered."

He swayed drunkenly. "Why . . . why did you wait so long?"

Camael strode toward Gabriel still trapped beneath the net. "I was waiting for you to act," the angelanswered as he pulled the stakes from the ground.

Gabriel surged up and shook himself free of the net.
 
"Thank you, Camael.
 
" He sniffed at one of the stillburning corpses of the Orisha warriors.

"So this . . . this was some kind of test?" Aaron asked, stumbling toward them on legs still numb with

toxin.

Gabriel nuzzled his friend's hand.
 
"Are you all right? I was very worried about you."

Aaron absently patted the dog's head as he waited for Camael's answer.

"You handled yourself quite bravely against the Powers—but now comes the difficult part," the angel

said. "I wanted to see what you would do."

"Don't you worry about me. I'll be ready to deal with Verchiel when the time comes."

Camael scowled and motioned to the Orisha bodies littering the ground. "These are merely pests in thegrand scheme of things, bothersome insects that should have been swatted away easily."

"I'm still new to this," Aaron defended himself. "Ihave a hard time killing. There's a lot I need to learn

before—"

"You do not have time," Camael interrupted. "Verchiel is like a wounded animal now—he will do

everything and anything in his power to see you destroyed."

"What's this?"the angel heard Gabriel mutter. He glanced over to see the Lab sniffing at a patch of

overturned dirt, his pink nose pressed to the ground, his furry brow wrinkled in concentration.