by Lizzy Ford
Demons flew towards him.
“Down, down, down!” he squawked. “Down!”
The branch lowered him so fast, his stomach turned. Toby scampered off the branch and stared upwards, wondering how Death could allow the demons into her domain. He looked around wildly, expecting them to leap from his surroundings.
“What’s wrong?” Ully asked. By his darkened gaze, he knew.
“Tree!” Toby shouted. “Help!”
The Ully-demon launched towards him. The tree snatched Toby and lifted him to safety, and Toby dangled far enough over Ully’s head that the demon couldn’t reach him. As he watched, the Ully-demon transformed into its natural form, a creature of wings, talons, and teeth longer than Toby’s fingers.
“Throw me!” Toby whispered, clawing at the tree as the demon shook out his wings. “Now!”
The tree obeyed. Toby bit back a yell as he was launched over the treetops into the sky, in the direction of the Lake of Souls. Another tree branch caught him, and he struggled to orient himself. He heard the sounds of pursuit but was stuck upside down. A blur of wings and darkness caught his attention.
“Throw me!” he cried again.
He flew through the air, drawing the attention of nearby demons in midflight. He saw them shift directions and dart towards him just before he dipped beneath the jungle canopy again.
“Don’t let them through!”
The branches flung upwards, snatching the legs and wings of the demons. Toby heard a demon shriek as its wings were torn from its body. The tree lowered Toby to the ground. He looked up once more, turned and ran through the jungle, leaving the trees to fight off the demons.
Katie was close. Toby could sense her. He ignored the branches whipping his face and the brambles tripping him. Instead, he just ran, the screams of demons in his ears.
Even the thunder of the underworld sounded weird. Katie glanced towards the sky, silently cursing the rain. She made her way over a fallen log and waited for Deidre before continuing.
“I hope we’re going the right way still,” she said. “I’m not good at directions.”
“The jungle looks the same everywhere,” Deidre agreed. “But I think this is right. It’s still easterly. I think.”
More thunder boomed. Katie wondered what other kinds of storms the underworld might have. Would it rain something other than black water? With her luck, it’d rain bugs, like the beetle nest she skirted.
“Watch out. These things will probably take a leg off,” she said, pointing to the nest.
Deidre paused beside the bubbling nest of beetles the size of her hand. Katie watched as she picked up one, peered at it and then flung it. Deidre giggled.
“We call those beetle bombs where I’m from,” she admitted. “I guess that’s the kind of thing you do when you’re bored.”
Katie smiled, amused despite the rain, thunder and bugs. The woman was as unique as she’d claimed to be, at once easily entertained and melancholy. Katie couldn’t quite keep up with Deidre’s odd mixture of emotions, but she pitied the woman, who seemed more lost in her own world than anything.
The sound of something screaming wiped the smile from Deidre’s face. Katie turned to face the direction from which the sound came. It wasn’t a bird, and it wasn’t human. The single voice was joined by several, and Katie grabbed Deidre’s hand.
“We have to keep going,” she said, hurrying forward. “I don’t know what that is, but it’s close.”
“Demons,” Deidre whispered.
“Don’t let all my talk scare you. Let’s just um, run for awhile!” Katie said and took off.
Deidre was close on her heels. They navigated the jungle as fast as they could, catching themselves against trees as they slid through slippery piles of leaves and over fallen branches. Katie ran until she was breathless. Deidre kept on running, and Katie pushed her body forward.
Suddenly, someone launched from the trees. Deidre stopped. Katie smashed into her and knocked them both to the ground. Katie rolled and pushed herself up, missing the look exchanged between Deidre and the newcomer.
“Toby!” Katie exclaimed. “What’re you doing here?”
The young angel’s face was streaked with blood from where branches had struck him. He was pale and terrified – and staring in shock at Deidre.
“Toby,” Katie said again, stepping forward. Her eyes went to his hands. He didn’t have demon hands. “It’s okay. She’s a friend.”
“Mama,” he managed and flung himself into her arms. Katie grunted and caught him, hugging him to her.
“Toby, what’re you doing here?”
“Mama, there are demons everywhere. They opened a portal in the sky and are just flying and flying, hundreds of them!” Toby’s voice rose in panic.
“How did you get here?” she demanded.
“I wanted to protect you. Rhyn and Gabe came to find you, but I knew I could find you faster, so I came with a shapeshifter.”
Katie bit back the words she wanted to say. Toby was too small to protect anyone, and she couldn’t help feeling panic stir again at the thought that now he – and Deidre – were now as vulnerable as she was to the demons. The thought of Rhyn being close made her body warm from the inside out. Maybe, if she could find him …the cry of a demon overhead drew her attention.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured. “I thought Death wouldn’t let the demons into this place.”
“Something’s wrong,” Toby said. “Darkyn did something. He replaced Gabe and Ully and Hannah with demons.”
“Hannah? Is she okay, Toby?”
“Yeah. She’s in Hell. She’s fine.”
“Jesus. Hannah’s in Hell,” Katie mused, doubting her sister was remotely fine. “Explains why Gabe went crazy on me. You said Rhyn and Gabe are here, too?”
“Somewhere. They were coming to find you and make Death give you back to Rhyn.”
The trees overhead rustled, and Toby yanked away, staring. Katie saw shadows but nothing else. Even so, she doubted these were the freaky underworld birds.
“C’mon,” she said, snatching Toby’s hand. “We have to get somewhere safe.”
“Death’s palace. Follow me,” Toby said. He cast another puzzled look at Deidre and ran forward.
Katie followed, trailed closely by Deidre. The sounds of their escape were nothing compared to the sounds of what followed. Katie cast a look over her shoulder and saw several demons had dropped into the jungle and transformed into panther-like forms. She stopped and reached into the pouch slung across her chest.
“What are you doing?” Deidre demanded.
“Go! Run with Toby!” Katie said and pushed her. “I’m going to feed the trees.”
She pulled two food cubes free and flung one towards the demons then dropped one where she stood. Turning, she grabbed Deidre’s arm and ran hard. As before, nothing happened at first then the earth roared as it split apart. The ground trembled, throwing both of them down.
Toby hauled Katie up and tugged her forward. Katie pulled free and grabbed Deidre just as the earth beneath her collapsed. Katie slammed to the ground, holding Deidre as tightly as she could.
“Toby!” she shouted. “Stay back!”
The angel ignored her and dropped beside her, wringing his hands helplessly. The blond woman dangled over the widening chasm, clutching Katie’s hand. She braced her feet against the side of the chasm and walked upward, until Toby could grab her belt. The angel pulled hard, and Katie pushed Deidre on top of the angel, who yelped.
“We must run!” Katie said, rising. The ground still rumbled, the trees surrounding both food cubes expanding fast and tearing up the ground in several directions as they did. She looked around, irritated to find she’d caused a chasm to form between them and the direction they’d been running.
Deidre and Toby stood. Katie started forward, only for the rumbling ground to drive her to her knees. Horrified, she saw the chasm form a rough circle around them, trapping them on a small island surrounded
by football field wide trees and chasms too wide to jump.
Deidre landed on her back beside her, and Katie pulled Toby against her. They huddled on the ground, waiting for the trees to crush them or the demons to snatch them. The ground continued to rumble. Slowly, the sounds died down then fell silent. Katie peered apprehensively out at the world.
Their small island was untouched. The trees and jungle beyond were decimated by chasms and fallen trees.
“So that’s what happens when you feed the trees,” Toby said in part wonder, part horror. “I’m glad I didn’t try it.”
“Shit,” Katie muttered and stood, walking to the edge of the island. “Demons are gone, but we’re fucked when they come back.”
“Wow,” Deidre breathed. “I haven’t felt a rush like that in eons.”
“You should be grateful Katie didn’t let your slow ass fall,” Toby said.
“Toby!” Katie chided him. “You are in so much trouble for being here.”
“I’m your angel. I’m supposed to help you, but all I do is screw up,” Toby said in frustration. “I’m the worst angel in the history of the world.”
“You’re young. I’m sure your time will come,” Deidre said.
“Exactly. In the meantime, you’re grounded,” Katie said. “No marshmallows or video games or whatever it is kids like. Why are you wearing a pink coat?”
Toby rolled his eyes in response and crossed his arms. Katie shook her head. The angel was visibly upset and completely disheveled. She softened, sensing his distress.
“It’s ok, Toby. You’re doing better than I am,” she offered. “You always knew I was the worst mother in the world.”
“Yeah. But I’m the worst angel in the world.”
“Then we’re meant for each other,” she told him. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” She held out her hand. Toby smiled grudgingly and took it. Katie led them around the island, trying to find some part of the chasm that was narrow enough to jump or a log they could roll across the gaping ravine.
“Why don’t we just ask the trees?” Toby complained at last.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, ask the trees.” Toby sighed loudly and stepped away from her. “Tree! Lift us over the ravine!”
Katie stared at him, suspecting he’d lost his mind. To her surprise, a branch wrapped around her body. She yelped, shoving at it then went still as it plucked her from the ground and moved her across the ravine, dropping her off in the jungle again.
The tree deposited Deidre and Toby in a heap, and Toby sprung up, pleased with himself. Katie looked at the tree in uneasy mistrust. The trees of her world were alive, but this was something else.
“This way,” Toby said and started into the jungle.
“Determined little guy, isn’t he?” Deidre said, amused again. “He cares about you deeply if he came here by choice.”
“He’s bat-shit crazy, which is where I’ll be soon if we don’t find a way out of here,” Katie replied. “You ok?”
“Fine. You?”
“Good enough. This place is making me dizzy, though.” Katie rubbed her forehead. She needed sleep and real food. Her hand went instinctively to her stomach, and she couldn’t help wondering if the food and water cubes were good for the baby. “We need to find Rhyn. I think this place is doing bad things to me.”
“Because you’re not dead!” Toby called over his shoulder. “Mortals can’t come here unless they’re dead. Or, it’ll kill you.”
“Let me guess. That happens tonight, if I don’t get to wherever it is Gabe was taking me.”
Toby was wrestling with a bush and didn’t respond. Katie breathed deeply and pushed forward, wanting very much to stop and sleep but suspecting she’d never awaken if she did. She didn’t have enough food cubes to drive off more than one more demon attack. They’d have to find Rhyn and Gabe fast.
Rhyn had come for her. The thought thrilled her. She didn’t doubt he would try, and she hoped he hadn’t done something like violate the obscure Immortal Codes he tried to follow just to get to her.
Chapter Twelve
Kris and Kiki both looked towards the sky when the thunder began. They’d both given their jackets to Hannah, whose step was growing slower the farther they went into the jungle. Kiki muttered but didn’t openly bitch, probably knowing Kris had no patience for anyone insulting his mate.
“How far was the place you saw?” Kris addressed Kiki with a worried look towards Hannah.
“It didn’t seem far. I would’ve thought we’d be there by now.”
“Can you check again?”
Kiki gave him a fiery look but moved to the nearest tree. Kris watched him scale the large tree and disappear beyond the canopy of leaves.
“I hope it’s close,” Hannah said. She sagged against a tree.
Kris sat beside her. Hannah’s skin had gone from pale to gray, and her features looked gaunt. He couldn’t help thinking Katie wouldn’t survive a week down here if Hannah was suffering so badly after a day. He touched Hannah’s hair, revolted when a handful came off in his hand.
Hannah looked down at it then at him. Her blue eyes had turned dark, and Kris shook the hair off his hands. He tried to smile reassuringly.
“It’s just the underworld. When we’re home, it’ll grow back. Don’t worry, love.”
She didn’t look convinced. Kris moved away her, his anxiety and concern growing. They’d come there to rescue one human and might just lose two. He paced and gazed up the tree, unable to see Kiki. He heard Hannah stir and glanced towards her. She rose from her seat.
“Kris, I think I – “ She was cut off by a shout.
Kris looked up in time to see Kiki crash through the canopy and plummet towards the ground. Kris gasped and sprung forward. A streak of black crossed his vision as a flying demon snatched Kiki out of the air.
“Kiki!” he bellowed. Instinctively, he reached for his power, only to find it bound by the magic of the underworld. He was as helpless as a stupid human. “Hannah, wait here. I’ll – “
Hannah was gone. Kris spun in time to see her disappear around a large tree, deeper into the jungle. Kris looked between the two before taking off after Hannah.
“Hannah!” he shouted. “Hannah, stop! We’ll leave here together – don’t worry about your body!”
“Kris!” Kiki’s yell was pain-filled.
Kris stopped, torn.
Duty before all else. It had been Andre’s mantra, and Kris had always done what he thought Andre would’ve wanted. He’d lost Lilith when Rhyn killed her and their son. He’d given up Jade, the man who held his soul, to take Katie as a mate, only to have Rhyn interfere again. Paralyzed by indecision, Kris struggled to determine which Andre would’ve wanted him to do: save his brother or his mate. Of the two, Hannah was weaker, but Kiki was his brother.
“I can’t lose her,” he said, sweating with fear. Kris started forward again, pursuing Hannah. He ran as fast as he could through the unfriendly forest, cursing Death for stripping his power.
Hannah’s blond hair flashed through the trees. As fast as Kris ran, he couldn’t catch her. He grew more baffled when she seemed to pull ahead of him without any sign of the exhaustion she’d showed when they stopped. Desperation could motivate, and so could fear for her sister. He pushed himself harder to catch her.
Thunder boomed overhead. Forms he assumed were demons swooped above the canopy, casting shadows. He caught glimpses of fur and wings through leaves and ran until his chest was heaving. Hannah remained ahead of him, though he realized he was beginning to gain on her. He had to reach her before the demons did and swept her away, as they had Kiki.
Suddenly, Hannah stopped. Kris barreled towards her. He glimpsed movement before he burst into the small clearing. It wasn’t until he leapt over the final hurdle – a massive fallen tree – did he see what stopped her. One moment she stood with her back to him. The next, she was on the ground, Rhyn’s dagger dripping with blood.
A similar sce
ne flashed before Kris. One from long ago, when another blond woman had fallen to the devil that was his brother.
“No!” His scream was inhuman even to his ears.
Rhyn looked up, and Kris charged him. He knocked Rhyn to the ground, wrestling the dagger free, and lashed out. Instinct and fury blinded him. He felt the dagger sink into flesh and struck again, only to find himself flying backwards through the air. Rhyn shouted something at him, but Kris couldn’t hear him, not with the memory of both Lilith and Hannah dying.
“I should’ve done this years ago!” he shouted at the half-demon. “You never should’ve been born, Rhyn! You should’ve been strangled the moment you hatched!”
“What the fuck, Kris! It’s not – “
Kris launched at him again. Rhyn spun and flung him away again. Kris charged, and they toppled to the ground. Pain filtered through his frenzy, but he refused to stop, channeling all his fury towards the creature that earned it the day it was born.
Magic shot through him, burning like fire. Kris gasped. Another blast, and he fell to the ground. His body roiled with the demon magic, convulsing until the blow faded. He felt himself hauled up by his neck and thrust onto the ground again. His vision blurry, Kris could only see Hannah’s beautiful blond hair. Sorrow replaced anger, and he reached out, touching the soft wheat curls.
He’d lost them all. Lilith, Jade, Hannah. Even Andre. He’d not only failed every Immortal that ever lived, he’d failed the only people he’d ever cared for. He lay on the ground, gasping as he tangled his fingers in Hannah’s hair.
Rhyn snatched him again and shoved Hannah onto her back. Fury built in Kris again at the disregard for his mate, until he saw her face.
He stared. It was not Hannah lying beside him but a demon with blond hair. Kris pulled his legs beneath him to sit, and Rhyn released him.
“As I was trying to tell you, it’s not Hannah,” Rhyn said and kicked the dead demon. “Hannah’s alive. I’ve seen her.”
“What the fuck is this?” Kris managed at last.
“Shapeshifter demons. Darkyn replaced Hannah and Gabe with them,” Rhyn said and squatted. “You’re welcome, you fucking idiot.”