Zadkiel edged closer over the desk and looked down upon Kara. His dark eyes flashed angrily. “You are the demon spawn!” He hissed. “You should die!”
What was he talking about? Kara turned and met David’s eyes. He looked as confused as she was. He shrugged and shook his head.
Reluctantly Kara looked up at Uriel. There was no kindness in his eyes.
“What does he mean? I don’t understand?” Her throat felt tight.
Uriel folded his hands. Deep wrinkles crossed his forehead like thick leather. He was silent for a moment, his attention somewhere else.
Finally he answered. “We could not have known before. We didn’t see the signs…until they showed themselves. But now we are certain of it. There is no mistake. Your elemental part—I fear—is not of angel.”
Kara heard gasps from behind her. She ignored them. “What do you mean, not of angel? I thought elementals were part mortal and part angel?”
“Yes,” answered Uriel, “that is normally the case. But with you—it is not.”
“I don’t understand? What are you trying to say?” She felt a mixture of frustration and fear building inside her.
“We have traced your mortal lineage for over a thousand years, but have found nothing linking any of your mortal ancestors to an angel. We have all the records of breeding between mortals and angels but one—one single event has escaped our records.”
He looked up Kara saw a flash of sadness in his eyes. “Do you remember your father, Kara?”
The shock of his words took Kara by surprise. She wrinkled her face. The looks of disdain from the council didn’t help. After a moment she answered.
“I don’t…not really. He died when I was five—that’s what my mother told me. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Your father wasn’t an ordinary man. In fact…he wasn’t a man at all.”
Kara’s mouth fell open. “What? What are you saying? And why are speaking like he’s still alive? I told you, my father is dead.”
Uriel’s face was expressionless. “No, he is not, I’m afraid. Your father is a demon. We couldn’t have known about his plan to seduce your mother because we can only track what happens in Horizon. We don’t have knowledge of the Netherworld. The demon realm is out of bounds.”
Kara pressed her hands on her head and gave a nervous laugh. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that my mortal father is a demon? I don’t believe any of it. My mother would have known—she would never. Besides, you said elementals are part angel and mortal. Not demon.”
Uriel looked away for a moment before answering. “Some demons used to be angels—fallen angels, corrupted and hungry for power, evil and merciless—and very capable of breeding with a human woman.”
Kara’s head spun. She fought the urge to faint and wished she could vomit. “That’s impossible! It can’t be true! I—I saw pictures, he’s mortal—I remember him.”
Uriel leaned forward, his face expressionless and hard. “The pictures you saw were not of a mortal man—but of your demon father in a mundane body. I fear it is the truth. But it is much worse.”
Uriel pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. “We believe he bred with your mortal mother because she was a guardian angel. And so he knew what would come of it. Much was planned so that you would someday come to be, a creation of something unique in the worlds. Something that we have never seen. Your mortal death was planned for his purpose only. He waited for you to die in the hopes that he could harness your elemental power. You are the brainchild of the most powerful of demons.”
“But his plan had a fault,” Uriel continued, “He didn’t anticipate that you were already chosen to become a guardian angel. So he lost you when you came to Horizon. He didn’t know where or who you were until you met him face to face. That’s when he recognized you—and your elemental power. We are still unsure how he intends to use you, which is why we need time to investigate the matter more in depth.
“You are, beyond a doubt, an elemental child born of mortal and demon parents.” Zadkiel interrupted.
Kara opened her mouth and asked the question to which she feared the answer.
“Who is my father?” Her voice rang out in the chamber.
Uriel met her eyes. He was silent for a moment.
“Asmodeus.”
Chapter 10
Tartarus
KARA STOOD ON A GREY CONCRETE platform above the High Council building. A cool breeze lifted the hair around her face. Her mind was numb, and her limbs moved on their own, like a zombie going about the world with a smashed pumpkin as a brain. She blinked. She couldn’t remember how she had walked from the council to the landing zone.
She figured it didn’t matter anyway. The council had convicted her of treason—more or less. They had voted to confine her to Tartarus—where they kept traitors before figuring out what to do with them. She imagined Tartarus to be an eerie dungeon, where sweaty fat bald men waited to torture her on the rack. She visualized them as they tied their victim’s limbs with rope to a wooden frame, and then turned the handle causing the rope to pull the victim’s arms. Eventually with a loud crack, the limbs were torn apart.
It didn’t matter anyway—what they did to her—she wasn’t special, with a gift of elemental power. She was an abomination—Asmodeus, the demon lord’s daughter, the Legion’s enemy. Her mother’s soul would die because of her. And she couldn’t do anything about it.
A faint flapping sound broke her train of thought. Two black specs appeared in the sky like kites caught in an airstream. They grew closer incredibly fast.
Kara had to cover her eyes from all the dust and sand that rose around them as two giant golden eagles beat their enormous wings to slow themselves and land on the platform beside her. Once the dust had cleared, Kara had a good look at them. Like giant birds of war, they wore metal helmets with intricate circular designs carved onto them and large metal breast plates. Silver chains with glowing blue pendants in the shapes of stars swayed and bounced against their powerful chests. Their eyes were a golden brown color like toffee, and their pointed beaks glistened in the light like golden blades. Their talons scrapped the concrete floor, and Kara was sure they could easily rip the platform apart. They were identical. The closer of the two eagles turned its eyes on Kara, and she flinched and took a step back.
An oracle rolled his crystal ball towards Kara. “Well, here we are. The prison guards have arrived. They will take you to Tartarus.” He gave her a weak smile, and Kara was grateful it was the same oracle who had escorted her to the council chamber.
Kara’s eyes were fixed on their giant talons. Her stomach tightened. Golden feathers ruffled on the bird’s giant chest, like a silk sheet glimmering in the light. They were magnificent. Kara wondered if she was to climb up on their backs and ride them like horseback.
The eagles spread their wings and launched into the air with great force. Kara rolled out of the way. She felt pressure as an enormous talon covered her right shoulder. And before she could react, she was lifted off the ground. She glanced down and saw the oracle looking up at her. In the next moment, he was as small as an ant, and then he disappeared all together.
Kara kicked her legs and hit the great bird’s legs with her fists, but when she saw how high they had flown she figured she’d better stop before they got angry and let her fall. She didn’t believe angels could survive such a fall, even if they were immortal.
They moved surprisingly fast. The floating cities of level six blurred past them. And before long Kara was soaring in a perfect blue sky filled with only puffy white clouds. The eagles banked and soared into a wall of clouds. Mist tickled her skin and humidity clung to her like damp clothes taken out too soon from the dryer. The mist became a thick white fog, and Kara could hardly see a few inches in front of her. With every stroke of the giant bird’s wings, Kara was slapped with a powerful gust of wind. She shut her eyes and waited for it to end.
The air lost its moistu
re, and when Kara opened her eyes, blue skies surrounded them again. She couldn’t tell for how long they’d been traveling. It seemed like hours to her, and she wondered when it would end. Or was this part of the punishment? To be dragged forever through a maelstrom of clouds by a giant angry bird.
A single floating object came into view. It was the only structure in the miles of open sky, like a ship lost on the open sea. It appeared the eagles were taking her there. As they got closer, she could see that it was a giant cube. This must be the prison. She felt the last drop of hope drain from her.
It was a massive piece of black concrete with no windows or openings. It floated in the air, surreal and out of place within the perfect blue sky and puffy white clouds, like an alien spacecraft.
It looked dead, a barren entity waiting to suck the life source from its prisoners. No life came from it. Not even the light from the sun reflected on it. She smelled the stink of oil and mildew. The hairs on her body stood up, and dread filled her. It was a place where spirits came to die, a black cube of desolation.
And now Kara belonged here. The council had seen to that.
The eagles banked to the right and dove towards the middle of the giant cube. A small piece from the wall broke apart and lowered itself, like a lonely plank on pirate ship. With a last flap, the eagles soared towards the small square platform that stuck out from the massive prison. The eagle’s grip loosened on her shoulders, and she fell with a loud thud to the hard surface. The platform trembled, as the eagles landed gracefully beside her. She wished they had given her a better landing. One of the eagles cocked his head up.
“This way.” The eagle’s voice was deep and sounded strangely human. Kara couldn’t help but stare at its beak, wondering how it could articulate so clearly.
“This way,” the eagle repeated. A bird of few words, Kara thought to herself.
Kara pushed herself to her feet. A door at least fifteen feet high, enough for the eagles to pass, was open in front of her. She couldn’t see beyond it—only blackness on the other side. She forced herself not to tremble. She didn’t want the guards to see how afraid she really was. Kara walked towards the doorway with her head held high.
As soon as she stepped past the opening, tiny green orbs appeared, illuminating the black walls with enough eerie green light for Kara to see through the blackness. Kara grimaced at the smell of oil and the foul stench of bird droppings. She remembered smelling something as dreadful in a car repair shop with her mom, but this was a hundred times worse. Once they had passed the doorway, the platform shook and turned and twisted on itself. With a last screeching sound, the concrete plank thudded shut behind her. Tartarus was whole again, like a giant Lego block.
The eagles pushed Kara forward with their powerful beaks, thrusting her along the dark passages. The glowing spheres enabled Kara to see a bottomless black pit in front of her. There was no walkway. She would fall into the abyss. She started to panic.
“But—But there’s nothing for me to walk on?”
The eagles pushed Kara in the back again, and she took two steps forward. Blocks of rock flew from above and below and came together under her feet to form a stone walkway. Even in the darkness, Kara could see the stones leaving the walls and gliding one by one in front of her, securing themselves together like a puzzle.
Kara stole a look into the dark pit below her. She might already be dead, but she sensed that her spirit would not survive a fall into that impenetrable blackness. What sort of place is this?
The eagles stopped prodding her. She stood in front of a large door carved from the impenetrable black rock—her prison cell, she thought. She could see a single rectangular opening at the top of the door. It was just large enough for a hand to go through, or for someone to peek inside. There was no handle to the door.
One of the eagle’s pendants began to glow more intensely, until the light shone like a brilliant little star, and Kara had to cover her eyes. With a loud screech, the door swung open on its hinges.
Kara felt pressure against her back again, and she was thrown into the chamber. She got to her feet and looked quickly around. The room was about the size of a bathroom.
The eagle looked at her and spoke: “Don’t even waste your time thinking of escaping. No angel or demon ever escaped from Tartarus. If you jump—the Earth’s atmosphere will destroy you. Without Vega, your angel body will not survive the transition. You will die and won’t come back. It’s best if you sit and hope the council will be lenient. Pray your stay will be short lived.”
“But I haven’t done anything wrong,” Kara pleaded.
“Of course you haven’t. Just like everyone else.”
The eagle stepped back and his pendant began to glow once more. With a sudden jolt the door swung shut. A gust of moldy air wafted into Kara’s face.
An eagle’s eye appeared in the opening at the top of the door.
“I’ve seen angels wither away in this place, forgotten by the council. You may never get out.” The eye disappeared.
Kara ran to the tiny window.
“Wait! When will the council make their decision? Hey!”
No answer.
Kara watched in dismay as the eagles disappeared into the shadows. She heard a rumbled, and watched the blocks twist and break apart from the walkway. The boulders flew away and disappeared into the blackness. Kara heard distant cracks and crunches from the pathway. She waited against the door until she couldn’t hear anything anymore. She stood alone in the eerie silence. She dragged herself into a corner and fell against the stone wall.
Kara stared at the dark grey stone walls that surrounded her. The only light source came from a tiny glowing orb that floated high in the middle of the room. The creepy silence around sent shivers over her body. Every now and again, she heard scraping, like the scraping of finger nails on the hard rock, and distant moaning. She sat with her back against the cold rock surface staring at the hovering globe.
Her mind wandered to what Uriel had said. It just couldn’t be true. She felt a mixture of hatred and fear—fear that she really was part evil demon—and hatred for Asmodeus for using her mother. She vaguely remembered a handsome middle-aged man with black hair and square jaw smiling down at a baby girl. Her mother had pictures of this man all over their apartment. Kara grew up believing he was her mortal father who had died in a car crash when she was five. If what the council said was true—that this was no ordinary man, but the demon lord—the same demon who had tried to kill her.
Kara grew angry. Her mother had cried over his picture—she had loved this man—this man who had lied to her and betrayed her. And now Kara knew the truth. He had conned her mother into believing he loved her, but used her for his own sick purpose.
A flash of rage engulfed her and Kara hit the wall with her fist. All too well did she remember her mother’s pain, and the tears she had shed herself for the father she remembered. But now it was just a cruel joke. A joke on a poor lonely mortal woman who deserved better.
Kara cursed silently. You’ll pay for this.
“Ahem,” said a voice behind the stone door, “did someone call for room service?”
Kara’s mouth fell open. The voice that came from the door didn’t sound like one of the guards. She lifted herself up on her tip toes and turned her head towards the tiny window.
“Who’s there?” asked Kara. Part of her feared the voice belonged to the moans she had heard earlier.
There was a moment of silence, and then a voice spoke. “Well, dear Madame. Tis your knight in shining armor, m’lady.”
Kara’s anger left her.
“David,” she called, “what are you doing here? Are you mad! You can’t be here! If they catch you—you’ll probably be stuck in this dreadful place like me! Get out of here!”
“Hey, that’s not the welcome I was expecting. It’s hurting my ego,” said David behind the door.
Kara gave out a laugh. “No, seriously. You should leave before they hear you. They’re not
the friendliest birds, you know. Hey—wait a minute—how did you get here? There’s no floor?” She felt a moment of panic.
“Don’t worry, m’lady. Your ship awaits.”
BOOM!
Kara fell back as the door shook. Dust and small pebbles broke from the ceiling and came down on her.
“David! Are you crazy! They’ll hear you! What are you doing?”
Another great boom answered her.
“Stand back!” she heard David call from beyond the door.
Tiny red sparks shot out from the door. They made their way up and around the door like spidery red veins, until the door was completed covered by them. The door hissed, cracked and exploded. Chunks of sharp stone zipped past Kara’s face. She rubbed the dust out of her eyes and stared in disbelief. There, behind the door, a sky-car hovered in the blackness. David, Jenny, and Peter looked at her expectantly.
They clambered into her cell one at a time.
“Oh my god, this place stinks.” Jenny pinched her nose. “It smells like ancient bird poop—like it’s been here forever, and they forgot to pay the maid.”
“It’s a prison, remember?” said Peter as he dusted himself off. “It’s not the Hilton. It’s not supposed to be clean.”
“Guys…what are you doing h—” Kara’s voice caught in her throat. David appeared behind Peter wearing only a pair of blue and white polka dots boxer shorts.
Kara felt a strange tinkling sensation on her face and body that she imagined was the sensation that angels would have felt if they were to have blushed. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from David. His socks and boots made him look a little goofy, and she was able to hide her true feelings from her friends.
“I beg your pardon, m’lady,” laughed David, as he caught Kara staring at him. He covered himself with his hands. “This gentleman—” he gestured behind him, “—requested payment of my belongings.” David stepped aside.
The oval-shaped cloud of a sky-car with four upholstered blue seats hovered behind the doorway. Kara recognized the black and white bird perched at the front of the car immediately.
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