I shake my head. “Well, thanks for that… I was just this side of dead. But now what? We just wait for them to come kill us? And then what’re you going to do… just sit and watch?”
“Of course not. But it’ll be tricky, and we’ll have to be fast. I can’t port you out of this prison, but I can once you’re outside. When they come get you, that’s when we’ll take off.”
“What if they don’t plan on taking us somewhere else?” I interrupt, eyeing the decapitated skulls against the walls. “What if they plan on doing their torturing and killing right here?”
Demetri shakes his head. “This is just a holding cell. You know the Belith…They’re already preparing for a public spectacle.”
“But I don’t understand. What do they want with me anyway? I’m just a lowly demion, nothing special. I mean, even if I have killed a few of their demons before, so what? What’s the big deal? They kill and get killed all the time. They break the laws and treaties like it’s nothing.”
They both remain silent, and Vincent stares at the ground.
“What… what is it?”
He sighs. “Before we ported in here, we overheard something. From what we can tell, it’s some other demons who put a mark on you, and the Belith are just the intermediaries. They want you alive until the others can get here.”
“What about the Light-angels… do these other demons know how they want to use me and Liora to get into Thiberoux? Is that why they want to kill me?” I ask.
Demetri shakes his head. “Don’t think so. You’re lucky that demons aren’t exactly known for their communication skills one-on-one, let alone with other tribes. If word was to spread that Light-angels wanted to use you as a key… and that it might work… the clan would be fighting each other for the privilege of killing you personally.”
Vincent clears his throat. “But it won’t come to that. Like he said, demons don’t talk much. So even if a few do find out your weakness, chances are the information won’t get too far.”
“So the Belith are acting as the muscle for a third party? Someone who wants me alive, so they can kill me themselves?”
Vincent shrugs. “Something like that. But that’s not going to happen. Once we get out of here, we’re gone.”
I slump back against the wall. “Yeah… and then what?”
“You’ll be out, free.”
I shake my head. “But I won’t be safe. I’ll never be safe as long as Liora is around. Don’t you see? She’s the reason this is all happening. As long as she lives, I’m in jeopardy. We both are. The Light-angels will continue to hunt her, and any demons who wish me harm only have to go through her to get to me—”
“Liora’s not so weak,” Corrine protests.
I glare at her. “Oh yeah? Whose stupidity got us captured by the Sovereign in the first place?”
Her face twists into a scowl. “Okay, maybe she was tricked, but she’s not weak! Or stupid! She killed those two demons single-handedly.” She points to the heads against the walls, unnoticed by Vincent and Demetri before now.
Vincent’s eyes widen. “What?!”
“Well, I helped some but she really didn’t need it.”
“Liora did that?” Vincent seems stunned, and Corrine nods.
“She saved me.”
“Forget that.” I wave my hand dismissively. “So she had some freaky GI Jane moment. She’s still a weak link. A liability.”
“Well, there’s nothing we can really do about that right now, is there.” Corrine snaps. “So instead of always ragging on Liora, why don’t you try to accept the fact that she’s just as amazing and important as you are! She risked her life to save me, and she got some crazy strength from somewhere and took out two evil beasts over twice her size.”
I glare at her. How dare this Sapie talk to me this way!
“…And do you know what she told me when we were in the snow prison?” Corrine goes on. “She said she was ready to die. To sacrifice herself and everything she’s ever known, all for the good of y’all.”
“What?” Vincent frowns. “What did she mean by that?”
Corrine shakes her head. “Dunno, didn’t get the details. Only that there’s this spell she’s going to do and then she’ll be gone forever and Lucky’ll be here permanently.”
Wow, Liora was thinking about doing that? I had no idea. “Well, it sure would solve a lot of problems around here.” Vincent and Corrine both shoot me a dirty look. “What? You know I’m right.”
“There has to be another way,” Vincent says. “We can’t lose Liora. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.”
“Fair? You want to know what’s not fair? Having half my life stripped away from me. Watching my best friends be murdered, and then losing the love of my life… on her watch I might add. Not knowing if I’ll even wake up each night because my human vessel is so damn vulnerable, and there’s nothing I can do about it! What I am, and what I have to do, puts her in danger every single day, and she has no way of defending herself. And now she’s more of a target than ever!”
“I told you, she’s not as weak as you might think,” Corrine whispers.
I glance at her and roll my eyes. “What are you even doing here anyways? What could the Belith possibly want with you?”
She sighs. “I’m not sure. I guess I’m just along for the ride.”
I see Vincent staring at me, as if trying to read me somehow. “And you…” I begin. “How did you find us here? Especially since this place is so fortified. How did you know where we were exactly?”
Suddenly he looks at Demetri. “We should probably get ready.” He glances at Corrine and me. “They’re coming soon, but we’re not going anywhere.” Then he places his hand on Demetri’s shoulder and they disappear. Even though I know they are both sitting right there, I wish I could still see him.
“Wait a minute, how do you know they’re coming?” I whisper, flustered.
“They were gathering the guards and making final preparations,” Demetri says, his voice low. “We came right here since we had to time our arrival carefully.”
“Why?” Corrine asks.
“Because these bodies aren’t meant to exist in this world,” Vincent’s disembodied voice answers, “and we can’t hold them for very long. In this world, we are Hellhounds. That is our natural state here.”
“You’re going to turn into a Hellhound?” Corrine whispers, her voice shaking.
“No, hopefully not. If we were spotted as a Hellhound, a Guardian, we would be killed. There’s no way we could survive against the entire tribe.”
“We can hold these forms for some time,” Demetri’s voice adds, “but after a while it gets very difficult, and then impossible.”
“Why do I feel like there’s more going on here than you’re telling me?”
“Lucky, we need to keep it down,” Vincent says in a hushed tone. “They’ll be here very soon, and we don’t know what type of surveillance they have in here.”
“Uh, considering Liora whacked two of their guys and we’ve been having a little pow-wow for the past several minutes, I think it’s safe to say that if they have surveillance, they’ve already seen and heard enough.”
“I’m just happy you guys found us again,” Corrine says. “I feel so much better knowing you’re here with us, and that you’re getting us out as soon as—”
“Wait—what do you mean ‘found us again’?” I interrupt.
“They found us in the green ice prison too, right before the Sovereign and the demons came and took us away,” Corrine says.
“Wait, what? So why are we here? Why did you let them take us?”
“Lucky, we didn’t let them take you,” Vincent says. “We hid, but we were discovered before we could get you out of there. And if we don’t want a repeat of that I suggest you try and keep it down. Act natural.”
I stew inwardly. It’s strange that they’ve been able to find us twice, both times in heavily enchanted, secretive locations. But perhaps they have mo
re powers than they’ve let on. Demons are lying, sneaky, tricky little things, and they rarely show their true face. They only show you what they want you to see, and tell you what they want you to know. For all I know, Vincent and Demetri are actually guards from the Legionare here to keep an eye on me and make sure I never escape.
But unfortunately, my hands are tied. I have to trust that they really do want to help. Maybe they do have a plan. Maybe it will work. Even if they couldn’t get us away from the snow prison, this time is different. Once we’re out in the open, we can leave safely.
Then I can go home and let Liora do whatever mojo spell she wants to do to end this fractured existence once and for all.
Chapter 27. Lucky
They come through the walls without warning. One moment it’s just me and Corrine… the next minute six huge demons are standing in a row in front of us, all with murderous gleams in their eyes. I’ve always loathed the Belith tribe, but now my hatred is reaching new depths. Since I was able to replenish with the Source Energy Vincent brought me, I feel more powerful than ever. And it’s all I can do to restrain myself from charging at them this very second. I plot my moves: fireball that guy’s face off, steal his sword, decapitate the other two, roundhouse kick the other through the wall—
“On your feet, prisoners!” the one in front bellows, and I roll my eyes. As if his loud voice is supposed to be super scary and intimidating.
I get up slowly, but Corrine is frozen in place. I know the Belith will take pleasure in tormenting her for her insolence, and I’m not in the mood for that right now. I just want to get out of here. So I reach down and pull her up, and hope the guards don’t notice the two decapitated heads against the walls behind them. That’s all we need.
I can feel Corrine’s terror radiating in waves. I know the Belith can feel it too, and it makes me sick to think of the satisfaction it will give them. I scoot closer to her and wrap my hand around hers and give it a soft squeeze.
“It’ll be okay,” I whisper, and she gives a slight nod. Then I return my attention to the leader. “Take us wherever you want. We won’t resist.”
There is a smattering of chortles. “As if it would make a difference if you tried!” one snickers.
Suddenly a vision forms in my mind— one of me punching through his chest and ripping out his heart for him to see before I crush it with my bare hand.
“Fine then. Let’s get this party started.” I hold up my hands in mock surrender.
A massive, ornately-dressed demon who is clearly their leader, steps forward and holds up two glowing orange rings, about five or six inches in diameter. “Not so fast. After your little stunt last time, we need to make sure you don’t have any more tricks up your sleeve.”
He taps one ring, and it opens. Then he walks over and stands in front of us. “Do not move a muscle, or it will be the absolute last thing you do.”
All the guards behind him stand in attack position: some with fireballs in hand, others with bows or swords raised. They seem to be hoping Corrine or I so much as flinch, just so they’ll have an excuse to waste us here and now.
“We won’t move.” I squeeze Corrine’s hand again. I have no idea what the orange glowy things are, but when the leader snaps one around Corrine’s neck like a collar, and then does the same to me, I know they can’t be anything good.
He steps back. “There. That will ensure you don’t go anywhere you’re not supposed to. You try anything funny… running, fighting, teleporting… hell, you even sneeze wrong, and that band will remove your pretty little head from your neck faster than you can blink. You try to remove it, you die. You even touch it, you die. You attempt to perform magic on it—”
“Wait—” I hold up my hand. “Lemme guess…”
He narrows his eyes. “You die. There is no escape for you. Ever. As long as you understand that, you should be just fine. Well, until the torturing begins…” The room erupts in laughter, as a soldier comes over and grabs my arm. He starts pushing me forward while another grabs Corrine.
“These collars sure put a crimp in any travel plans,” I mutter. I hope Vincent hears me. And I also really hope he and Demetri have a Plan B, as obviously porting anywhere is now out of the question. I’m quite fond of my head and would like to keep it.
I follow my captors through the walls, and as we emerge on the other side, I see lit torches encircling a large clearing in the center of a village. Up ahead is a raised wooden stage with three chairs, and above the chairs, a long beam with shiny, silver ropes dangling from it. Corrine and I are prodded roughly into two of the chairs, and I wonder who the third is for. It’s obvious we’re the main attraction of the night.
A large group of Belith has already gathered in front of the stage. Their excitement is palpable as they smile and point and crane their necks for a better view. They love nothing more than a public torture and execution. The crowd swells, and before long the entire town center is filled.
I glance over at Corrine. To her credit she seems to be holding it together. Her face is stoic, her eyes blank… as if she’s resigned to her fate, or she’s in total shock. I reach down and grab her hand again. And then I feel a soft touch on my back.
“We’re right behind you,” Vincent’s voice whispers in my ear, and unexpectedly my eyes fill with unshed tears. I wish that I could see him again right now. That if I have to die here and now, I could at least see his face one last time.
“Any bright ideas?” I ask under my breath. The nearest Belith is standing at the end of the scaffolding several feet away, so I know he can’t hear us.
“We have to change plans. The laser chokers threw us.” I can clearly hear the frustration in his voice. “Those are top Legionare weapons from their High Arsenal. I don’t know how the hell they got their hands on them, but it puts us in a pretty bad spot.”
Not what I want to hear. “What, this? Being held hostage by a bunch of blood thirsty demons who are probably drawing straws to see who can torture us first? Nah… this is a day at the beach.”
I know Vincent can see right through my bravado. “We will get you out of here. I swear it.” His voice resonates with determination.
“How exactly?” I whisper.
He takes a deep breath. “We know someone who can disarm the chokers. A demon wizard. But I don’t want to leave you. I can’t. ”
“Go! You’re no use to us right now anyways. Get help any way you can. If the Belith are turning us over to someone else, then hopefully we have some time.”
“But in the meanwhile they’ll—”
“GO!” I hiss between my teeth. “Go so you can come back.”
The guard to my right turns to look at me, and I glance over as if I’m talking to Corrine.
I feel a gentle squeezing on my arm, and then his hot breath on my cheek. “Stay strong. I will be back for you. Count on it.”
“I know you will.”
I feel his lips press softly against my cheek in an invisible kiss, and a last gentle squeeze on my arm. My heart speeds up, both from the unexpected thrill, and from the fear of what is in store. We’re alone now.
I scan the crowd and try to steady my breathing. Some are eating, some drinking… It’s a celebration, and we’re the entertainment. They start to jostle one another, and two minor fistfights break out. They’re quickly put down, but it’s obvious the rowdy Belith are getting restless. What the hell are we waiting for?
I close my eyes and focus on Vincent… on him finding whomever he needs to find and getting back here as soon as possible. There’s no way he and Demetri could’ve predicted that the Belith would have such powerful Legionare contraband, and I heard the anguish in his voice when he knew he had to leave us. But if they can find someone to come get us out of these things unseen, maybe we still have a chance.
“Oh my God!” Corrine’s horrified gasp startles me back to the present, and I open my eyes and follow her shocked gaze. Someone is being pushed through the crowd. He stumbles to the ground
and is viciously kicked by several Belith. Then he’s lifted up by his hair and pushed toward us again.
He’s wearing the same bright orange collar as us. The clothes look familiar, but his face is so swollen and bruised and covered with blood, I almost don’t recognize him as Kieron staggers forward and collapses at my feet.
Chapter 28. Lucky
“Kieron!” I lean over to help him up, only to feel an excruciating pain shoot through my neck and down my spine. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I scream, and the guard closest to me laughs.
“That’s just a warning. No sudden movements.”
“Oh my God, Kieron,” Corrine moans, as he’s plopped down in the empty seat next to me.
A guard holds Kieron’s hands high over his head and wraps the silver rope around his wrists, pulling it tight. I assume it’s to keep him upright in the chair, since they didn’t tie up me or Corrine. He looks half dead. His eyes are swollen shut, and blood is flowing from his nose. His head hangs listlessly to the side. I’m overcome with guilt, and I struggle to fight back the tears. I can barely bring myself to look at him.
Just another causality of my dammed existence.
“Kieron, sweetheart, can you hear me?”
He nods weakly.
“I know this a stupid question, but how bad are you hurt?” I ask. “I mean, is it as bad as it looks?”
I hear Corrine sob, and I shoot her a look to quiet down. It won’t make it any easier on him to see us upset.
Slowly he shakes his head. “Nah…” he says weakly. “You should see the other guy.”
I can’t bear the sight of his broken and mangled face another second. I don’t care if it kills me. I don’t! I carefully lean over, wrap my arms around him, and hold him close. Then I bring my warm hands to his ribs, and rest them on the ones I can tell are broken. He coughs, as little sparks of electricity pass from my palms to his chest. Moving quickly I bring my hands up the side of his neck to his face, trying to cover as much ground as possible before—
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