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Show -97- Daemon roared. Retrieving the tongs, he placed them in the fire. When they turned white-hot, he turned toward the quaking girl. "Now, my dear, - pretty please give me the spoon!" he taunted, walking toward her with the fiery tongs extended. Lamm struggled to free himself. "Leave her alone!" he shouted. "Kill me if you must. I'm just an old man. She is only a child!" "SHUT UP.'" roared Daemon. "I'll kill you! Don't you worry about that!" He advanced toward Sandy, his eyes dark with hate. "Give me that cursed spoon!" he snapped. Sandy held the spoon behind her back and clutched it tightly. She looked at Lamm. The old man's gentle face was twisted with grief. "No," she whispered. "You can't have it." "Then I shall have to take it, my dear," sneered Daemon. He pushed the smouldering tongs closer to the terrified girl's face. Sandy closed her eyes. Her love for Verus, Lamm, and their people at last overcame her, and she cared only for their freedom. The spoon started to vibrate in her hand and a brilliant white light flowed from it! The light expanded and enveloped the girl. The guards pulled back in fear. Blinded with hate, Daemon didn't see the light. V/hen his tongs entered the light, he ht up like a firecracker and crumbled into ashes! Trembling, Sandy opened her eyes. Daemon had vanished, and the guards and soldiers were kneeling before a young woman of dazzling beauty. |
