Bound (The Divine, Book Four) (29 page)

I didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Rebecca," I said. "Are you still in?"

She licked her lips, and smiled. "Did you kill Joe yet?"

I shook my head.

"Good. I owe that son of a bitch."

She walked over to the edge of the mat and lifted it up, pulling the black stone from under it.

"I hid this from him, after he captured me. First in my mouth and then... in other places. He beat me more than once asking what had happened to it." Her devious look almost made me blush. The stone was replaced with the obsidian spatha. "Let's go."

We went back into the hallway. It was still clear. We moved at a brisk walk while listening for incoming enemies.

"I didn't think you could bond with Sarah," she said.

"It's complicated," I replied.
 

We kept moving, but there was nothing. No resistance. Had Joe not expected that anyone would get this far? After all, I was supposed to be exorcised, and who else could have gotten past the warehouse and the elevator?
 

We were nearing the armory when we heard the first boot steps. They were running, coming on fast and in large numbers. There were too many to fight in the open like this.

"Here," Elyse said. She grabbed Sarah's hand and pushed on a panel on the wall, opening the door to another apartment. "This used to be Rae's."
 

She swung me inside and closed the door, jamming the end of the blade into the seam so it wouldn't seal completely. We both put our faces to the crack and watched two dozen of them run by.
 

"We'll wait a minute, and then take them by surprise. Joe sent his youngest... how many have you killed?"
 

"Personally? None, but I didn't come alone. A dozen, give or take."

She looked shocked and confused. "I don't understand that. He wouldn't have sent those children after you unless he had no other choice. He'd know they'd be running into their death."

We waited and listened. At first, it was quiet, and then the soldiers returned. Each of them was armed with a blessed sword. Ulnyx? Or had Max decided to get involved? Whichever it was, they passed us by and headed back the way they'd come.

"We need to hurry," Elyse said, opening the door again. We ran hard down the corridor, past the armory and down another long hall. We nearly fell over when the entire complex shook.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked.

"The lab is just around the corner. Let's get the Box and get out of here."

We reached another steel door, painted in runes. Elyse put her hand to the biometric lock. The door started to open.

"Just like Joe to be so arrogant," she said.
 

The walls shook again, and I could swear I heard screaming from somewhere inside the compound.
 

We ducked under the door before it finished opening, and moved into the lab. It was a large room, filled with standing tables, desks, computers, and a lot of large off-white devices whose purposes I couldn't fathom. To each side was a column of thick glass where even more equipment had been assembled to run different tests. In the center of the room on the right, seemingly floating in mid-air, was Avriel's Box.

"There you are," I said.
 

"Here I am." Joe stepped out from the room on the left, Deceiver in one hand and Truth in the other. He looked haggard and worn. "I underestimated you. I didn't think you'd come up with a combo that could get past my defenses."

"I'm resourceful like that," I said.

"If you mean the way cockroaches are resourceful, then I guess you're right." He waved Truth towards the Box. "I suppose you came for that?"

"And the swords. Where is the Damned?"

"That one isn't very useful to me. I put it in the stone, where the Redeemer used to be." He shrugged his shoulders. "I figured the swords had something to do with the Box, seeing as how you were collecting them. I had my best people on it. They couldn't work it out, so I sent a team out to capture that Hell reject, Alichino. They haven't gotten back yet, but it doesn't matter now."

The room shook again, as if to emphasize his defeated point.
 

"What's happening?" I asked.

He took the blades and turned them in his hands, offering me the hilts. "Take the swords. Take the Box. It won't save you. It won't save any of us. We've survived by being smart, by staying out of the spotlight. I thought I could kill all of the Divine with that thing. I thought I could save humanity from you. I thought I was being smart, but I wasn't."

"What are you talking about?" I was getting angry.
 

Joe's laugh was weak. "I drew too much attention." The building shook again. "I knew you were going to come, Rebecca. I knew I could handle you. We tried touching the Deceiver to the Box this morning. We were afraid to before, but we were getting desperate. The power..." The door to the lab had closed behind us, but now it began to groan. "The power is unbelievable. Just from one of the blades. With all six..." His eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're going to do with all six, but whoever gets them and puts them to the Box will have the power to change the entire universe. I believe that."

I was starting to feel warm. I turned my head to the door, and saw that the center was beginning to glow with heat. What the hell was happening?

"It has to be better in your hands than in his," Joe said. "I'm an old man. I can't win this fight. Take the swords."
 

Elyse pocketed the obsidian blade, reached out, and took them. Joe smiled.

"You're the pride of the family," he said. "I love you."

He knew what she was going to do. He didn't even flinch when she stabbed him.
 

"I love you too, father," she said.
 

The door behind us was getting too hot for comfort. I grabbed Elyse's elbow and pulled her away, towards the back of the room.
 

Whatever was melting the steel was powerful enough to convince Joe to surrender.
 

Whatever was melting the steel was ignoring the runes.
 

Whatever was melting the steel wanted the Box, and we were the only thing standing in its way.

We were pressed against the rear of the room. The center of the door had liquified, and now ran away in a fit of smoke that obscured our view.
 

"
Time for you to leave,
" Sarah said. I was thrown from her body and into Elyse's. She didn't resist me. She knew I was a better fighter.

The smoke started to dissipate. A figure stepped through. It all began to make sense.

Izak.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Landon

"The last time we spoke?" I raised my eyebrows. The last time we had spoken had been only hours before I'd gone into the Box. How could this shade of the demon know about that?

"On the top of the mountain, at the temple," he said. "Ah, I see you're surprised. The universe is filled with things you don't understand. I have lived for over a thousand years, and even I am still in awe of it at times."
 

"So, you know what's happening outside of this place?" I asked, turning my head and glancing back at Avriel.
 

He laughed. "Not in so much detail. The senses are clouded. I hold the memories of thought and word. I remember our battle." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It has been so long since I've felt a touch, even one made in violence. I was mortal once, did you know that?"

I nodded. "Avriel told me that you two speak sometimes."

"Yes. I despise that seraph with every spark of fire that burns in my heart and soul, and yet even in that hate I find myself overwhelmed with loneliness. For all the power given to me by Lucifer, his trap is that he damned me to a hell all the same."

I could't imagine being him. For as difficult and painful as the mantle of diuscrucis had been, at least I could love and be loved. At least not everything I drew near was destined to die.

"You asked me where I saw myself in ten thousand years," I said. "You asked me why I was working so hard to save mankind." I hadn't given it much thought. I had been too busy acting on instinct, following my gut and my heart into the rabbit hole. "I can't help but think about the people I've known. The sacrifices they've made. Josette spent seven hundred years fighting for the goodness of God's creations. You've spent over a thousand years fighting to tear them down."

"And for what, child?" Abaddon asked. "What have I achieved? What did she achieve?"

"Nothing." It had to be that way. It was my job to make it so. That wasn't the point. I looked up at the Statue behind him. "That never stopped her. It never would have stopped you."
 

"It is what I was made to do. Yet, I have become tired of it."

"Have you?" I asked. "If you remember then tell me, why did you run?"

He recoiled as though I had used the revolver on him.
 

"What?"

"Why did you run? I had the Deliverer to your neck. It could have been over for you, but you took off."

His face darkened. I realized I needed to be more careful. I wanted him to help me, and pissing him off wasn't the way to do it. He turned his back to me, and fell to his knees once more.
 

"Where do we go when we die, diuscrucis?" he said. "Heaven, Hell, Purgatory. These are places, destinations. A continuation of the path we travel from the moment our soul catches its first spark of life. You and I have made that journey, but tell me, child, what comes after?"

I took a few steps towards him. He didn't react. "I don't know," I said.
 

His laughter was deep and full of sorrow. "You don't know... Neither do I. For one as old as I am, the idea of the unknown is more frightening than the idea of being trapped." He raised his hand to his lips, kissed it, and waved it out towards the Statue. Then he rose and faced me again. "You should appreciate the sentiment. It is a balance... between my hatred of being, and my fear of not being. The Beast promises to end all of that. Here, and out there. All I need to do is help to set him free. You weren't supposed to follow me." He looked back at Clara. She was still standing with Avriel, her hands on her hips and her expression impatient.

"I won't let you touch her," I said.
 

"Do you really think you can stop me? You aren't even armed."

"I have the Beast's power. I don't need a weapon." It was a bit of a bluff. I had no idea how to fight him with it.

"You don't know how to use it against me. Oh, you've done well so far, but this is a large step to take."

His essence began to ooze out around him, a semi-solid mess of darkness that formed an intricate pattern at his back.
 

"Wait. I don't want to fight you. That isn't why I came."

He seemed surprised. "No? Then why bring the seraph?"

"I know you can hide yourself from Ross. I know you can hide others."

He laughed again, a deep booming sound of wisdom and years. "What can you offer me, diuscrucis?"

I swallowed the growing lump in my throat. I had nothing to bargain with.
 

"Well?" His power continued to spread, moving out to the sides to slowly encircle me, but leaving me a clear path and a clear head.

"An end," I said, the idea coming to me in desperation. "A true end. You can't trust Ross to do as he says. You can't trust him not to enslave you when this is over. You've said I have your respect - I ask you to trust in my word. If you help me against him, I'll put an end to your existence. I'll find a way."

My heart pounded while he considered. Every second of silence only made me feel more vulnerable. Finally, he nodded.

"Here is our deal, diuscrucis. I will guide you to the Beast, but you must walk my path, and it is on you and yours to survive. It is not an easy path, and I will not help you. If you aren't strong enough to walk it you will never be strong enough to defeat him, or end me. When you defeat him you will have the power to end me here, and I know you will do it. How you will keep your promise out there... not with a blade, for I will not go willingly despite my desire. Do you understand?"

I'd made so many promises I wasn't sure I could keep. What was one more? "I understand."

"Promise in blood."
 

He took three steps towards me, a dagger appearing in his hand. He cut his palm and offered me the blade.
 

I took it from him, the coldness of it seeping deep into me. I made a quick stroke, and he clasped his hand in mine.
 

"It has been too long," he said, holding my hand tight while our blood mixed. I felt the immensity of the bargain clamp down on me. It filled me with a cold dread at what I might one day be forced to do.

I had to pull my hand away. For all of the demon's strength and power, he was so alone that he didn't want to let go.
 

"It is done," Abaddon said. "Gather your child and her keeper, and we will go."

I walked away from him, back to where Clara and Avriel were waiting.
 

"Well?" she asked. "I saw you shake his hand, that has to be a good thing?" She looked older again; almost the age I had been when age had stopped having meaning.

"I don't know if it's a good thing, but he'll take us. He said we have to walk his path, and it won't be easy." I looked at Avriel. "Do you know what that means?"

"No."

"He also said he remembers everything that happened to him once he was out," I said, staring into the angel's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Avriel stared back at me, his lips moving in silence before his mind caught up to them. "What is there to say? I know what you did to me out there. I also know I forgave you. Is this a guilt that you desire to carry with you for the rest of your existence?"

"But... the Beast?" He had destroyed the angel as completely as anything could be destroyed.

"I am a shadow of the seraph known as Avriel. I felt the loss as sharply as anything can be felt here. When you have control of this place, you can finish what he started and let me be at peace forever."