Headpats After Dark by Virgil Knightley EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Virgil Knightley
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(Trevon)
Trevon Beaumont stood his ground, fearlessly locking his stare on the
trio of menacing, floating medusa heads hurtling towards him. His
eyes were sore and blurry, for the once dark and gloomy corridor had lit
itself blindingly bright upon his arrival. A thousand gleaming torches
burned white along the walls, casting a brilliant glow on the long, red carpet
that stretched in front of him—that same carpet his flying adversaries cast
shadows over as they made their attack. With adrenaline pumping through
his veins, Trevon sprinted towards the threat, his eyes landing on the tall
double doors at the far end of the hall, past myriad hazards. He was not
afraid.
With a swift crack of his three-pronged whip, Angel’s Tear, each tip
representing a member of the holy Trinity, Trevon struck the first of the
three flying heads. The impact shattered it into chunks of flesh and bone
that transformed to stone mid-air. He deftly evaded the second head and
executed an aerial barrel roll. At the end of that flourish, he pulled off a
squatted landing atop a statue of an angel, his feet resting on its shoulders.
Blood-soaked tears streamed blasphemously down its cheeks.
Trevon patted the stone carving’s head with his free hand. “They’re about
to give you something to cry about, my lady,” he laughed, a wry grin
spreading across his winsome face. However, he had little time to revel in
his own good humor as the two remaining medusa heads unleashed streams
of acidic bile in his direction.
Trevon leapt up and off the statue and pirouetted through the air as he
uncorked a bottle of holy water with his teeth. He doused both of his
enemies as he passed over them, watching as their bodies went ablaze with
blue flames.
“That’s what happens when you skip Sunday mass, foul denizens of
Hell!” he said, softly landing on the ground where he’d begun this battle.
When he looked back at the statue, he found it a smoldering mess, having
melted under their projectile vomit.
He made his way down the hallway, dodging a maze of giant cleaver-like
blades that swayed haphazardly from chains suspended from the
chandeliers overhead. Sure—it would have been trivial for him to ricochet
off the wall, and following that, he could grab hold of those tempting
chandeliers. From there it would be a simple matter to swing his way
across, and oh, Trevon did enjoy a good chandelier swinging every now and
then—but not today. He was nearing the end of this dreadful castle, and the
people of Wallachia had suffered enough of the evil Countess Dracula’s
antics for one generation.
Trevon had come far for this victory: defeating ghosts, goblins, and
ghouls through ancient mausoleums, kitchens, underground passageways,
grand halls, and more. He had suffered many trials and endured countless
wounds for his troubles, but his mission was not over yet. If the monster
hunter had to claim a thousand more scars, he would. Countess Vladimira
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