The Descent Series, Books 1-3: Death's Hand, The Darkest Gate, and Dark Union (The Descent Series, Volume 1) (24 page)

Betty began laughing again. When she saw that nobody joined her, she stopped. Elise’s eyes were cold. She was serious. Deadly serious. Betty deflated. “Oh, jeeze,” she said. “I can’t believe Ann’s evil. I mean, lazy Ann? ‘Let’s eat ice cream after working out’ Ann?”

Elise dropped the towel in the trash can. “The one and only.” She moved her leg experimentally, watching the gashes.

Betty spun on Anthony. “Why aren’t you as shocked as I am?”

“We were attacked by some kind of mutant this morning, and then a dead body with bleeding eyes attack my windshield,” he said dully. “My ability to get shocked has eloped with my sanity and run away to Africa.”

“I think I need the Reader’s Digest version of what’s going on,” Betty said.

“I don’t have time for this. I need weapons and I need to bring all kinds of pain down on Ann.” She snapped her fingers at Anthony. “You’re taking me in the Jeep. Now.”

“Fine.”

Betty hurried after them as they went for the front doors. Elise spoke as she limped along.

“So here’s what I told Anthony: I’m James’s exorcist friend. When working with Lucinde, I stumbled across a demonic plot to ascend to Earth from Hell. Ann is a powerful necromancer and she’s on his side. Now they’re planning to sacrifice James. Good enough for you?”

“Wow. Uh. Okay. If Ann’s got James, why can’t we just walk in and take him? I mean, we’ve worked out with Ann. She’s not exactly formidable.”

“She has a small army. We can’t ‘just walk in’ unless we deal with them first.”

“Oh,” Betty said.

Anthony opened the front door, letting in a wash of the moist air.

A small figure stood silhouetted against the rain. She wore a slicker too big for her tiny body, and she stepped inside without being invited. The girl pushed back her hood, revealing a face with white eyes and cheeks tracked by blood tears. Her skin was pale, almost papery.

Betty took a step back, covering her mouth with a hand. The little girl had a black symbol on her forehead, and her veins pulsed visibly beneath the skin.

Elise sucked in a hard breath. “Lucinde.”

“It’s like that zombie I saw earlier,” Anthony muttered. “But…it’s a kid.”

The child’s blank eyes focused on Elise. Her mouth dropped open.

“I have James,” she said. Her mouth didn’t move, and the woman’s voice that came out sounded like a recording. “You have the artifact of
vedae som matis
. Let’s be adults about this. I’ll cure James of the poison, return him to you, and leave the area. You won’t hear from us again. Just give back the staff.”

Betty glanced at Elise. She was watching the girl with her lips set in a hard line.

She went on. “I’ll take everything with me. You can return to living a normal life. I’m sorry we ever had to fight like this, Elise. I wouldn’t have chosen it. I want to meet at Our Mother of Sorrows at ten o’clock tonight. Send your response with my servant.” Her mouth clapped shut, and she stood, immobile, with her hand extended.

Anthony shuddered. “That’s freaky.”

“She looks like a demented doll,” Betty agreed.

“Do you have that notepad in your purse?” Elise asked. She sounded calm, but tense.

Betty gave her a piece of Hello Kitty stationary and a green pen. Elise scrawled out a message and stuffed it into the girl’s hand, which closed on the paper. She hid it inside her rain slicker.

Her mouth dropped open once more. “Thank you.”

Lucinde walked out with a mechanical gait. Elise lingered in the doorway to watch her go. “Ann’s actually willing to trade?” Anthony asked. “The way you were talking earlier, it seemed like James is too important for her to let go.”

“He
is
too important,” Elise said. “She’s not going to let go of James now that she has him. I’m not going to return the artifact either.”

“But you said…”

“I lied.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to have to meet Ann, exorcise her servants, kill all the demons, and take James back,” Elise said. She laughed harshly. “No big deal. I don’t even think it’s possible to perform a mass exorcism. It’s never been done before.”

Betty’s eyes lit up. “We could do some exorcisms.”

“You wouldn’t have any idea what to do. There has to be another way.”

“We could clone you,” Anthony said in a “you’re all crazy” tone of voice as he stalked away. “It’s no more insane than everything else that’s happening!”

Elise took something out of her pocket, and Betty recognized it as an MP3 recorder. “That’s not a bad idea, Anthony,” she said. “But first, I have some business with a lawyer and his wife.”

W
hen Elise reached
the Ramirez house, Marisa was loading her car, sheltered from the rain by a blue poncho. Her face was red, but her eyes were dry now, and she carried two suitcases under each arm. She flung them into the back of her Hummer.

“Can I help you?” Elise asked.

Marisa jumped. “Oh—Elise. I didn’t see you there.”

She took a step toward the garage, but Elise moved in her way. “What’s the rush?”

“I can’t stay here,” she said. “Augustin’s…angry. Throwing things. I’m going to go live with my mother.” Marisa took a deep breath. “We discussed divorce even before what happened to Lucinde. My bags have been packed in the garage for weeks now. But with what’s happened recently…”

“Your daughter has gone missing,” Elise asked. “Somehow, she got possessed again. I don’t see how that could have happened unless someone surrendered Lucinde to the bad guy.”

A look of panic shot across Marisa’s face. “What?” Her hand fluttered at her breast, and it was only then that Elise noticed the bruise from her collarbone to her shoulder. “Are you—are you saying that Augustin let someone hurt our baby?
Madre de dios
…it makes sense. He’s so angry!”

Elise frowned. “Has he been beating you?”

She jerked the poncho closed over her chest. “Yes.” Marisa swallowed hard. “Yes, he has. He’s gone crazy.”

“Where is he?”

“Augustin is inside. Don’t make me go back.”

“Okay. Stay with your mom for now. I’ll find Lucinde, and I promise she will be safe,” Elise said.

Marisa gripped her arm. “I never meant for James to find out we were having problems with our daughter. Do you understand? I always meant to keep things private. Your involvement—his involvement—was an accident. I’m so sorry.”

“Go. I’ll take care of Augustin.”

She bit her lip. Nodded again. “Thank you. My mother’s phone number is on the refrigerator. When you have found Lucinde—if you have saved her—call me. Please.” Marisa got into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

She pulled out of the driveway as church bells tolled.

Elise went inside without knocking. She held her breath to listen for sound—something like the pattering of feet or an accidental brush of leathery arm against the wall. The living room was empty and silent. She glanced into the kitchen, but there was nothing there, either.

Elise made her way up the stairs, fists raised in the anticipation of an ambush. One of the family photos on the wall was askew, and another was missing entirely, making a gap in the long row of family history leading to the second floor.

There had been a scuffle upstairs. A decorative pot that had once filled a wall cubby was now in shards on the floor. Lucinde’s door was cracked open. Elise pressed her back to the wall beside it, easing her fingers around the frame to push it open another inch and peek inside.

There were no fiends inside, no possessed ones, and no Lucinde. Only Augustin—sitting on his daughter’s tiny bed and staring at the photo missing from the wall. He looked up at Elise and his eyes were full of hope. “Did you find her?” he asked. “Our daughter…”

“No, Augustin,” Elise said. Her knife emerged from beneath her jacket, and she held it at her side. “I know what you did. Did Ann offer you money? Power?”

“What? Who is Ann?”

“You sold your daughter out. Your
own blood
.”

He set the photo down on the bedside table. “Listen here. You may think you have some sort of—some
right
to come in and boss me around—but don’t be mistaken. I’m still the man of the house, and—”

“I already got some of the story from your wife. Let me see if I can fill in the blanks.” Elise shut the door behind her and stepped forward to stand over Augustin. “Ann gave you money. It wasn’t a problem for you to betray your family; you don’t like your daughter anyway. You couldn’t even be bothered to be with her when I exorcised her. You get off on beating women, and—”

Augustin stood. He towered over her, and his face was dark. “What did Marisa say?”

“She told me that she’s leaving you. Marisa loves her daughter very much, which is more than
you’ve
shown.”

“I love my daughter, just as I love Marisa. I could never hurt either of them,” Augustin said. He laughed bitterly. “I’m surrounded by crazy women. I thought Marisa would be different from my first wife, but then she started throwing things at me, just like Louisa did. And now you!”

Elise opened her mouth to yell, but a thought stopped her. “Wait. Marisa’s not your first wife?”

“Now I think I should have let Louisa have custody of Lucinde,” he said. He sat back down again with a moan. “Marisa’s leaving me. I should have known…”

“If you didn’t beat her, then why is she bruised?”

“Our daughter was possessed by a demon! Where the hell do you think it came from?”

“You’re going to have to make something clear for me,” she said. “Is there any reason Marisa would sell your daughter out?”

“She wouldn’t,” he said dismissively.

“Your story doesn’t match hers. She told me that you’ve been angry and beating her and that you gave Lucinde up to the demon. Now you’re telling me neither of you did it?”

“There’s no reason for you to think we’ve hurt Lucinde. Yes, Marisa and I have fought. This isn’t even the first time she’s left. But we do not abuse our daughter.”

“If you’re lying to me…”

Augustin took the picture off the bedside table again, cradling it in his hands. “Leave me alone.” His eyes burned through Elise.

She stomped downstairs to the refrigerator to look for the phone number Marisa left.

A single magnetic clip held a folded up paper that said
Give to Elise Kavanagh
. She unfolded it. The handwriting was loose and messy, and she jumped to the bottom—signed by Marisa—before going back to read it more carefully.

I never meant for things to get so out of control. I love Lucinde. Ann told me this would cure her heart defect and make her powerful, but instead she died and now I’ve caused too much pain. This isn’t how I meant to get away from Augustin.

Several lines were scribbled out and illegible. The next readable line said,
She keeps everything in the attic. Tell him I’m sorry
. Her name was scrawled hastily beneath that, and the pen had torn through the paper on the last letter.

Elise’s fist tightened around the note. Her hand shook. “You should have asked for help,” she muttered. Marisa would never make it to her mother’s house—demons didn’t appreciate people who betrayed them.

She dropped the note on the kitchen table and left.

XV

E
lise took James’s
car back to the studio feeling like she was in someone else’s nightmare. The only thing that warmed her was the thought of those six words—
she keeps everything in the attic
. She knew where James was. Now all she needed was a miracle so she could get into Ann’s place again.

Betty and Anthony were still working on her miracle when she got back. She parked in the lot and watched them moving around the studio through the windows. They were almost done with the Jeep. It was parked outside, and there was so much extra metal on it that it looked like Frankenstein’s monster.

She knew she needed to go inside and help them, but Elise felt like she was frozen to the spot. She didn’t want to tell them what Marisa had done, and she didn’t want to have to answer the millions of questions that must have been bursting inside Betty, either.

Shutting her eyes, she pressed her forehead to the steering wheel. Everything was so much simpler when it had been just Elise and James against the world.

She took a deep breath before getting out of the car. It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone.

The three other people didn’t make any noise as they slipped from the shadows of the building like oil oozing over water. As soon as Elise saw them, she stopped.

“How’s it going, cabbage? Having a really dreadful evening, I hope.”

David Nicholas.

Elise didn’t respond. She recognized the woman on the left—it was the basandere from Eloquent Blood. Tattered pants revealed plump thighs and dirty knees, and a swooping neckline showed too many ribs between her surgically altered breasts. She had strung her iron chain through the loops of her jeans like a belt.

The basandere was meaner than she looked. Elise was certain of it. She would be as great a threat as the dark-haired man on the right, who looked so high that he wouldn’t have felt it if Elise knocked his skull off his shoulders.

And then there was David Nicholas.

“What do you want?” Elise asked, even though she could tell by the way they moved to circle around her that they weren’t there for a polite chat.

“You think you can push people around and not pay for it? First you walk into my office and stab me—and maybe I put up with it because I owe you money, sure. But then you interrupt my card game? Threaten me for information? Who the
fuck
do you think you are? Don’t put up with that shit in this town, do we?” He jerked his head the other demons. “Make it fast.”

The basandere reached, and Elise knocked her hands aside, jabbing her elbow into her gut to send her stumbling.

She spun smoothly and snapped a kick at the junkie’s face, but he ducked under it and grabbed her ankle. With a jerk, Elise’s butt hit pavement. The shock of it jolted up her spine.

Before she could stand, a heavy boot smacked into her gut. Her ribs creaked. Her intestines mashed against her spine and her head bounced on the parking lot.