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I focused my will on it, demanding the bolts to corrode and dissolve, insisting that it crumble and fall to the floor. I watched the runes begin to glow, and felt the feedback building.
 

“Get down,” I shouted, turning my energy to myself instead, using the power to leap towards Lylyx, grabbing her and throwing us both aside as a gout of hellfire launched from the door.
 

We hit the wall hard, and I heard Lylyx’s back crack under the pressure. She hissed in pain and lashed out, catching my shoulder with her fist and rocking me off of her. I prepared to defend myself from her rage, but she wasn’t even looking at me.

She got to her feet, growling and shifting, her body growing, changing, healing. With a roar, she rushed over to the door and began kicking it. “Son of a bitch,” she howled, each blow leaving a deeper dent in the metal.
 

I got over my initial stasis and joined her, pulling on Ulnyx’s power and using it to become the monster. We hammered at the door together, using brute force when Divine energy wouldn’t do. A dozen smites later, the iron flew off its hinges, headed into the room. I focused, pulling in the air behind it, giving it an unnatural density, stopping the bullet before it could hit anything that might be important.
 

“Nice catch,” Lylyx said, returning to her human form. I shifted back as well.

We had smashed our way into the archfiend’s lab. Computers ringed the perimeter, interspersed with all kinds of medical equipment and paraphernalia that I couldn’t name or understand the use of. Near the rear of the room were a couple of gurneys, and one of them had a corpse on it. The corpse wasn’t what I was Seeing.
 

That was in the center of the room, not ten feet from where the door had come to rest. He was hanging from a chain that had been bolted to the ceiling, his arms bound above his head, his legs swinging freely a foot above the ground. A dagger was sticking out of his chest, dug straight into his heart. It was a cursed blade, so it hadn’t killed him. Instead, it was keeping him incapacitated and weak, unable to die, but also unable to heal.

His head lifted slowly, and looked unsteady at the end of his neck. A curl of black hair rested over his right eye, or rather what had once been his right eye, which had been gouged out. In a surely-not-coincidental irony, so had his left. It must have been done by a demon’s claw, because that was the only way it wouldn’t have healed.

“Gervais,” I said. “Where the hell is Sarah?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

So many memories. So much pain. In that moment, I didn’t suffer one specific flashback, or fall into a single dark hole of Josette’s past. In that moment, I went headfirst into a pool of blackness and hurt that was beyond compare. Every memory of the archfiend’s torture and betrayal ripped through me, a terrifying primal scream that ran through me like a nuclear blast. I crumpled to the floor, putting my head in my hands, trying to resolve the emotions. The destruction was physical, spiritual, and mental. It was beyond intense, and it felt like it lasted forever.

Behind me, I could hear Lylyx calling my name. In front of me, I could hear Gervais struggling to breathe, trying to speak, or laugh, or gloat. I swam through the maelstrom, my anger building. One thought, a memory of my own. Josette trapped under the weight of the angel Moses, struggling for survival, the elder seraph chiding her for her brother’s evil deeds. In that moment, her anger and guilt and pain had driven her to become nothing more than an object of rage, a broken visage of goodness that had brought her to violence and caused her to fall. I didn’t have to worry about falling.

The tidal wave pushed me to my feet, and the dagger in Gervais’ chest came to my hand with barely a thought. The scream that left my lips was inhuman and cold, more feral and raw than any demon could manage. I wanted to stab, and cut, and tear, and rip, and continue to plunge the blade into the archfiend over, and over, and over again. I wanted revenge, penance, balance. I wanted to put a bloody, agonizing end to the evil creature before me, and I wanted to do it slowly.

I stepped forward and raised the knife, ready to extract my payment, when I was hit from inside for a second time.


Landon, no
,” Josette cried, her own shout rising over my turmoil, overwhelming my anger, and breaking my momentum. “
This is not the way.

The knife clattered to the floor, and I stood transfixed, staring at Gervais but not seeing him. The chaos of my soul began to quiet, and reason began to filter back in. Sarah. I couldn’t help Sarah if Gervais were dead. He was the only one who knew where she was. My body shook at the thought of how close I had come to complete failure. I
was
a fool.

“Diuscrucis,” the archfiend said. The hole in his heart had closed over, and his breathing was returning to normal. Still, he didn’t attempt to remove himself from his chains.

Josette was a bastion of peace in my soul, sending me soothing thoughts, stealing away the anger that remained. I looked up at the demon.
 

“Gervais,” I repeated, my voice more powerful in its newfound calm. “Where is Sarah?”

He spoke in a soft French accent, his voice smooth and confident despite his situation. “Of course, she told me you would come for her. She told me you would be angry.” His head shifted forward, as though he were focusing. “She left me here as a gift to you. She said you would appreciate the state she left me in, before you killed me. Oh, but I knew. I knew my dearest sister wouldn’t let me down.”

My anger was rekindling, but as quickly as it could rise, Josette’s soul tempered it. “Who told you?” I asked.

His smile was mocking. “That vampire bitch of yours. Reyka.”

 
“Rebecca?”
 

My heart skipped, but I held onto my center. Rebecca? Back in the mortal realm, back from Hell?
 

“She’s used that name before,” he said.

My mind began to spin with the possibilities. She was back, and she had taken Sarah from Gervais, leaving the archfiend incapacitated for me to find. I wanted to believe she had returned to help me with whatever was happening, whatever plot the Demon Queen had cooked up for me to fall into. I wanted to think that she had been on my side the entire time, and that the last five years had all been for some esoteric purpose whose meaning I would discover once we were reunited.

I wanted to believe in the dream, but the fact was that I couldn’t. I had heard her lie when she left me paralyzed on the floor. I had seen in her eyes that she knew exactly what she was doing. Why would she have done that if she really had cared. Survival, she had said. Survival was about doing whatever it took. Survival didn’t leave room for friends.

“She’s no friend of mine,” I said. It was a hard thing to let out, because I had avoided it for so long. Still, I couldn’t stop that small piece of myself that remained naive from holding on just a little bit. “Tell me what happened.”

The smile remained, and he shook his hands in their shackles. “I’ll tell you everything, mon ami, but I have terms.”

Of course. No demon would trade something for nothing. “You aren’t exactly in a strong bargaining position,” I said. “All I have to do is stick this dagger back into whatever passes as your heart.” I focused, bringing the blade up so that the point bit into his chest.

“I beg to differ,” he countered. “I‘ve already lost my eyes, and I know you won’t kill me. Sweet Josette protects me still. What is it they say about family? The family that lays together, stays together.” He paused, allowing the words time to cut. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. “No matter,” he said. “You need me to tell you where my beloved child has been abducted to. I need nothing from you. I can hang here for a thousand years, someone will be along sooner or later.”

“If Rebecca has Sarah, I think I already know where to find them,” I said. Where else would she go? “Which leaves you nothing to bargain with, except your life.”

“Can you be sure?” he asked me. “Are you willing to risk Sarah’s life on what you believe of this creature you say isn’t your friend? I have seen her. I wouldn’t, if I were in your position.”
 

What did that mean? Rebecca had spent the last five years in Hell. Who could know how she had changed? What I knew for sure was that the Demon Queen was moving against me, and she had employed no shortage of powerful demons to hinder my progress in getting here. Were Charis and Rebecca working together? Or did Charis seek to delay me because she knew Gervais had lost Sarah? In either case, what did they want with her in the first place? Too many questions, and no answers. The archfiend could help me with at least one of them.
 

I plunged the dagger back into his heart. “I’m done playing games with demons,” I said.

He laughed. “You think this is pain?” he asked with his last strong breath.

“No,” I replied. “That’s just to keep you still for a minute.” I walked over to him and tore open his shirt.
 

His chest was covered in dozens of runed scars, swirls, sigils, pentagrams and crossing lines. It took me a few minutes to find it, and I could feel the demon’s ragged breath on my scalp the entire time.
 

“What are you looking for?” he whispered. His voice hinted at fear.

I reached up and pulled the dagger out of his heart with my hand, leading him to take in a big gulp of air.
 

“Don’t worry, I found it,” I said.
 

The one I wanted was on his right pectoral, and I didn’t hesitate to sink the dagger into his flesh and cut it cleanly away.
 

“What are you doing?” he cried, watching the formerly scarred skin regrow clean. Somewhere in the distance, a shout echoed through the stone.

“It’s clear you don’t fear me,” I said, stepping back away from him. “That’s okay. I don’t need you to fear me.”
 

I looked over at Lylyx. She was grinning widely, understanding what I had just done. “You should have just told him,” she said to Gervais.

A strange coldness that brought back the recent memory of Abaddon preceded Izak’s entrance into the lab. The moment Gervais Saw him, he began to wriggle in his chains.

“What did you do?” he shouted, his fear now plain.

Izak looked at me, and then at the archfiend’s chest, smooth where the scars of the binding had once been. The fiend’s shirt was hanging open, his chest bleeding where he had mutilated his skin to remove the other end of the connection. He approached us, his eyes alight in anger. I raised my hand, putting it between the two of them.

“Not yet,” I said to Izak. “I need to know what he knows. Keep him alive. For Sarah.”

Izak didn’t look happy, but he nodded. A small ball of fire formed in the palm of his hand, and he held it up to Gervais’ face. The archfiend tried to move away from it, but the chains kept him static.

“Tell me what you know,” I said. ”I can’t be sure how long Izak can control himself after what you did to him.”

Gervais growled. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll tell you everything, if you get him away from me and let me go.”

“Deal,” I said. “Izak?”

The fiend punched Gervais in the gut, sending him swinging on the chains, but he retreated.

“Of course,” he began, once he had stopped swinging. “I’ve been looking for Sarah for years. Ever since Izak stole her away. I combed the world in search of her, offering up everything I have at my disposal. Money, sex, power, information… nobody knew anything, or if they did, they were afraid to get caught between he and I. As you may have surmised, this one is quite a devilish fiend.”

And Izak wasn’t his original name.

“Sixteen years,” he continued. “A blink in time under normal circumstances, but Sarah is mortal. Her time here is limited, and there is no chance that the powers-that-be in the other realms will ever allow her to return. I was becoming desperate, and I am ashamed to admit, losing hope. You have no idea of what she is capable of. What she can become with the proper…education.

“She came to me two months ago, your little vampiress non-friend. I could feel the power radiating off of her the moment she stepped through the transport rift. Whatever you think she was before, think again diuscrucis. She’s been to Hell, and something happened to her there.”

My mind kept returning to the last vision I had of her before she disappeared into the Hell rift. Sad, but strong. Sure of her decision.

“What did she want?” I asked.

“She told me she would help me, if I would help her. She said she knew where Sarah was. I asked her what she wanted in return, and I offered her everything. She settled for my loyalty, and allegiance. It was a steep price, but such is the nature of my desire that I agreed. In any case, allegiance among demons is a fickle thing.” He laughed then, a self-defeated chuckle.

“She gave me the means to hide myself from Divine Sight, runes she etched into my back with her claws. She brought me to New York, and showed me how Sarah was living. I watched her walk to school, and I was disgusted. She’s wasting her life as a simple mortal when she should be Commanding them like a God.” His voice rose to a shout, and his body trembled with anger. “I would have taken her then, right out in the open, but Reyka forbid it. She insisted I had to wait, that it was not yet time. I was a fool. She wanted you to know she was taken. She wanted you to know that it was me. She wanted you to come here, because she wanted you to find me like this. I didn’t see her lies until it was too late.

“I found Sarah in her city below the surface, living like a vagabond instead of the princess that she is. She didn’t know me, because she couldn’t See me. She tried to call for help. I could feel her power reaching out, but I put her to sleep, prepared the rift to summon the wraith, and left. Izak was supposed to be killed. That bitch assured me that Izak would be killed.” He started screaming again, shaking on his chains. The anger left as quickly as it had come, and he hung still again.

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