He raised me high above the boiling fountain of lava. I could feel my flesh roasting, bubbling, the pain burning to the core of my mind.
I still held the curved sword in my right hand. Raising it with the last of my strength, I plunged its point into Set’s eye and rammed it deep into his brain as hard as I could. I felt the blade grating on the bone of his eye socket, heard him howl with agony and rage.
He tottered but did not ease his grip on my throat. The hot lava seethed against my skin, all I could see was red burning molten lava and Set’s even redder face, lips pulled back in a hate-filled snarl, the curved blade of the scimitar sticking out from his eye socket, blood streaming across the glittering red scales of his cheek.
And then a flash of silver blazed before my clouding eyes. Set screamed again and I felt myself whirling through the air. Suddenly the lava was no longer broiling my skin. A gleaming silver globe hovered in midair, a jagged blue-white lightning bolt crackling from its glowing spherical surface, writhing and hissing like an electrical snake clamped to the broad back of Set’s scaly body.
A golden globe appeared, and then a pure white one. And one of deepest ruby red, all of them firing twisting, sputtering shafts of electricity into Set’s body. He dropped me, screeching and hissing, his tail lashing wildly, his hands clutching at empty air. He staggered backward toward the fountain of lava, his body wrenching and thrashing as his screams pierced through me like hot knives.
More globes appeared, copper and emerald green, bronze and gleaming brass, each of them adding its lightning blast to Set’s tortured form, pushing him bodily into the seething fountain of fiery lava.
With a final shriek of agony and despair Set plunged into the bubbling molten metal, the red scales of his body disappearing in the blazing, searing fountain of hell that he himself had created.
CHAPTER 38
I lay on my burning back, more dead than alive.
The globes of energy hovered around me and took on human forms: Anya, Zeus, red-haired Ares, beautiful Aphrodite, dark-eyed Hera. And the Golden One, of course, looking as smug as ever.
He stepped forward, smiling, his golden mane glowing against the night, a long cloak of gold and white wrapped around his muscular body.
“We’ve done well,” he said cheerfully. “That devil will never bother us again.”
“Orion has done well,” Anya countered, kneeling beside me on the blood-soaked ground of the courtyard. I felt dizzy, weak. I was consciously suppressing the pain from my burns, yet I knew that my wounds were deep, perhaps fatal. But once she touched my grimy brow with her cool fingers I felt new strength flowing into me.
“Oh, he played his part. It all went according to my plan.”
Zeus cocked an eyebrow. “Come now, Aten, if it hadn’t been for Orion, we would never have been able to penetrate Set’s defenses.”
With some vehemence in her voice, Anya added, “Orion distracted the monster long enough for me to take control of his energy source and destroy it.”
I looked around the shattered courtyard. Dead carcasses of sauropods and carnosaurs lay like small hills. Bodies of slain Shaydanians sprawled among them. The curving fortress wall was half smashed down. The searing fountain of lava had disappeared.
“It was a time stasis,” Anya said to me softly. “Set intended to plunge you into that fountain of hell and leave you in it forever.”
“Instead…” My voice was a strangled dry croak.
“Instead we pushed him into his own hell,” she said. “While you distracted him, we were able to shut off his energy source and return from our hiding places to attack him.”
“He’s dead.”
“He is in stasis,” said Zeus. “Roasting for eternity.”
Alarmed, I propped myself up on one elbow. “Then he could be released?”
Aten made a sneering smile. “None of us will release him! Would you, Orion?”
I shook my woozy head, muttering. “It would have been better to kill him.”
“Not so easily done, my love. Be satisfied that we have won.”