The Lord of Death (The Age of Dawn Book 2) by Everet Martins Read Free Book Online Page A

way to the tower, you’ll have to work with the women there.”
    “Baylan, we’re going to go to the Tower, right? You’ll take me? Take us?” Nyset fired the questions at him rapidly.
    “We will certainly make our way there in time.”
    “For manifesting flames,” Malek began. “The fire of the Dragon can be woven into any shape your mind can conceive. You’ll most often find yourself manifesting the flames of the Dragon in the shapes and forms that come most naturally to your mind’s eye. For you, that was darts. I’ve had you working on discs to teach you that you can create bigger shapes, which you’ve probably felt comes with an associated energy cost,” Malek said.
    “You’re right. I didn’t realize it until you mentioned it. The first two days we had practiced using the flame discs, I couldn’t figure out why I felt so tired. I attributed it to sleeping someplace new, living in the city for the first time, but that explanation makes a lot more sense.”
    “Get more comfortable with those, then move on to larger structures. Unfortunately, regarding the other elements, I am unable to help you. There isn’t much written about the god’s powers, for good reason. The Tower likes to keep its strength close to the chest,” Malek said, casting a glance at Baylan, who rolled his eyes.
    “You three should go explore Midgaard today, since you haven’t really had a chance yet. Malek and I have some catching up to do,” Baylan said.
    “Yes! There are so many interesting foods I want to try,” Grimbald said, biting his fingers.
    Walter chuckled. “Alright then, have fun, we sure will.”

Chapter Four
    Testing
    “I know very little of the demon god Asebor, other than when his presence has been reported in grand battles, the scales quickly tip in favor of the enemy. I will have to refer the reader to the Silver Tower Library for more detail.” -from the Death Spawn Compendium by Nazli Tegen
    J uzo stared up at the cobwebs and strings of dust that hung from the ceiling of his room.
    “Place is fucking filthy, looks the part at least,” he snickered. Life essence, feed me, the relentless voice of the black steel sword, Blackout, whispered in his head. The voice was stronger in such close proximity to Juzo.
    He rose from his cot, littered with dried bloodstains and paced around the room. Come. To me, Blackout’sethereal voice commands. No, this is not a room. This is a prison cell. He let out a low growl.
    Juzo stood on his cot and grabbed the stone bars covering his window, hoisting himself up to see out. White moonlight lit the towering plateaus around the valley and cast others in deep shadow. I am your hand, Blackout whispered.
    “Stop, stop stop!” Juzo shouted, covering his ears. Blood. Spirits. Souls.
    “ Let me out!” he screamed. He ran to the door and bashed it with his shoulder. A normal door would’ve had the hinges torn from the frame with such a blow. This stony door was immovable, laughing at his pathetic attempt.
    “Yeah, you think that’s funny, do you? Oh yes, very funny.” He scowled at the door. Come master, come, Blackout said.Juzo planted his feet and drove his fist into the door. It bounced off and he screamed, clutching his trembling hand. The flesh that normally covered the bone on his knuckles was gone and two of the knuckles were disfigured, positioned in the wrong spot. “Fucking Dragon forged door,” he moaned.
    The eyeless mask of Terar glided into view behind the door’s slot. “What is your name?” he hissed.
    Uglyfuck.
    “My name is Law, master. I am Law.”
    “Good. A few more days in here will help you remember it.”
    “Yes, master.” The slot closed.
    Juzo leaned his back against the door, and slid to the ground. Why me? Why am I in this fucking nightmare? He started licking the blood that oozed from around his exposed bones. It was intoxicating, nourishing, and awful all at once. What fuels my strength rots my soul. Just have to get Blackout back and