The Knives of Calnis

The only thing worse than dying is never having it as an option. The Tarimain, the immortal soldiers of God, tasked with fighting on the front lines of the eternal war, uncover a dark demonic plot to raise an army. Atharron, a four thousand year old former ruler of Calnis; Sarah, apathetic, but determined to do her duty; and Luke, a young Tarimai discovering the wonders and burdens of immortality. Together, they make their way through the first half of the twentieth century on the trail of a Great President of Hell and the mysterious Man with the Eyes. Plymouth, England - Berlin Germany, 1931 After the death of Clara, Atharron is on a vengeful rampage. His friends are worried about him, but news comes that brings back thousand year old memories and threatens to tip him over the edge. 
The sixth Chronicle in the Tarimain series. ~9000 words He stared at them. If what he had been told was true, he should destroy them. But if what he had been told was true, he wouldn’t be able to. Nobody should get their hands on those items. Nobody should have that much power. He took his crown off. Just a simple band of woven silver, nothing compared to his ceremonial one. He rubbed his head where the circlet had lain. It chafed a little, but that was one of the downsides about being a king. That and making monumental decisions like the one he was about to face. He turned back to the window and looked over his kingdom again. If he didn’t make the right decision, Calnis could fall.