The Goddess Test Boxed Set: Goddess Interrupted\The Goddess Inheritance\The Goddess Legacy (33 page)

I looked at James for an explanation, but he was too busy staring at his hands. “What do you mean?” I said. “Isn't he already through?”

The other gods looked at me as if I'd asked why one plus one equals two, and my cheeks burned under their stares.

“Cronus is still behind the gate,” said Irene. “While he's awake, he can reach corners of the Underworld most of us don't even know exist. Which is why the others kept him asleep all this time. But what you saw earlier was only a very small part of him, and if he were to fully escape, the damage would be catastrophic.”

All of the blood drained from my face. “That—that was only a piece?”

“Like a pinkie,” said Dylan, wiggling his finger for emphasis. “Do you get it now, why none of us wants to fight him?”

I did, and my mouth went dry. “That doesn't change anything.”

“No, it doesn't,” said Irene. “We will all work together to create a trap as soon as we discover the nearest possible exit point.”

“
You
can,” said Dylan with a scowl. “I want nothing to do with this. I love a good fight, but this is slaughter.”

“Oh, you'll help,” said Irene. “Even if I have to drag you there by the ears.”

“And how do you think you'll manage that?” said Dylan.

Her eyes glinted. “Do you really want to find out?”

His expression hardened, and I could practically see the smoke pouring out of his ears. “Whatever. At least it isn't as stupid as aimlessly wandering around the Underworld.”

“Yes, I know it's stupid, thanks,” I snapped. “I'm still going to try, and you acting like an ass isn't going to stop me.”

I started toward the exit again, and this time no one spoke up. The farther away I got from them, the more light-headed I became. I might never see any of them again. By the time I found Cronus's prison, it could be too late—and that was if I ever found it to begin with. Everyone I knew could die, and I might spend eternity wandering the Underworld searching for something that no longer existed.

As soon as I'd made it into the antechamber, I sank onto the bench and put my head between my knees. This couldn't be happening. The world was going to end unless someone uncovered a miracle, and it wasn't going to be me. Dylan was right—I wasn't even sure where I was going, let alone what I was going to do when I got there. But what were my other options? Stay with the remaining members of the council and wait to be killed? I'd be useless setting up a trap. I couldn't even control my visions, let alone any power I might have.

I couldn't do nothing and let everyone else handle the battle. Maybe it wasn't entirely my fault, but I'd certainly helped push Calliope past her breaking point, and I wasn't in the habit of letting others clean up my messes while I stood around and watched. We had no prayer of winning without the six siblings, and since no one else was going after them, that left me.

Would this have happened if I'd shown Calliope a little more compassion, if I hadn't kept her from seeing Henry for the rest of her existence? Would she still have done this?

Playing what-if was pointless. If one of the other girls had succeeded, Calliope would've done the same thing. There was nothing I could have possibly done to make Calliope like me, not when she hated me from the beginning. Whatever role I played in pushing her over the edge, she was the one who made the decision to do this.

Even though I knew that, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

I heard footsteps approaching from the hall, and a moment later the door opened and shut. I didn't look up. If it was James coming to tell me I was making a mistake, or Ava insisting I couldn't give up my life for this, I didn't care. I was doing this whether they liked it or not.

Someone sat down beside me, and the gentle hand on my back was unmistakably Ava's. “Are you okay?” she said softly, and I straightened, keeping my eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to keep the light-headedness at bay.

“Yeah, I'm peachy,” I muttered. Her hand stilled, and I sighed. “I'm sorry, it's just—”

“It's just that you learned there's a pretty good chance the world is going to end, and you need a moment to think,” said Ava, and I nodded. She seemed to be taking it better now, but she'd been with the council before I'd gotten there. She'd had more time to absorb it.

“What would have happened if things had been different?” I said. “If I hadn't passed the test—”

“She still would've done it.”

I opened my eyes. James leaned against the wall, his hands shoved in his pockets and his hair a mess. It was a weight off my shoulders to hear him voicing the same thoughts I was trying to convince myself were true, and I gave him a small smile.

He didn't smile back. “Calliope's been planning this for a long time, and once she woke Cronus, nothing was going to stop her. She wants you dead. She wants us all dead. She stopped thinking rationally long before you were born, and no amount of blaming yourself is going to change that.”

My heart sank. So that was it then—eventually I'd have to hand myself over to her regardless of how this turned out. If the council was right, if Calliope and Cronus really were unstoppable, if we were all going to die anyway—

I didn't want to. Every fiber of my being fought against it, and I felt woozy all over again, knowing what she would do to me. But what if that was the only solution? What if that was the only way to convince Calliope to help subdue Cronus again? If she'd really fought with the others in the war against the Titans, then the part of her that cared enough to risk her own existence for humanity had to be in there somewhere. And no matter how upset and humiliated she was, maybe having my head on a platter would be enough for her to change her mind.

Last resort, I thought. Only as a last resort.

If it did come to that and giving up my own life meant this nightmare could end—I wanted to be selfish and live, but I couldn't stand back and watch everyone else be slaughtered because of me. I wasn't sure which option was more selfish, but when it might have been within my power to end this, I wouldn't ignore that, as badly as I wanted to forget it was even a possibility.

Either way, I had to find her first. “How do I get there?” I said. “To the place where Calliope and Cronus are. I know you don't want me to go, but—”

“You'll go even if I don't tell you,” said James. “I don't know where it is—honest. No one does. The elder gods can find it, but they made sure I couldn't, and the location was kept secret from the others for obvious reasons. The only other person who knew where it was—” He stopped.

“Who?” I said. “Please, James, I don't care what I have to do. I'll wander through the whole Underworld if that's what it takes.”

“I know you will,” he said with a tight smile. “That's what I love about you. But, Kate, you have to understand—”

“What I understand is that if someone doesn't try to stop them, Calliope and Cronus are going to rip the world apart, and everyone's going to die,” I said. “I don't care what I have to do. I'll do it.”

James sighed. “The only other person who knows where the gate is—” He paused. “It's Persephone.”

Chapter Six
Lake of Fire

Persephone. Of course. Out of all the gods who had ever existed and every person who had ever walked through the Underworld, it had to be her.

I rubbed my sweaty palms on my thighs and wished for the first time that I'd never heard of Eden. My life would have been destroyed, and my mother would be dead by now, but at least the lives of billions of people wouldn't potentially rest on me swallowing my pride and finding the one person I hoped I would never have to meet. The person my husband was still in love with.

My sister.

“Isn't there someone else?” I said with a croak.

“Henry,” said James. “But he's a little preoccupied right now.”

I gave him a look. “So what? I track down Persephone out of the millions of souls—”

“Billions,” said James. “Possibly over a hundred by now. I haven't been keeping track.”

“So I track down Persephone out of the
billions
of souls in the Underworld?” I said. “How long is that going to take?”

“As much time as it does. Finding a needle in a haystack is easy if you have enough time to look through it piece by piece.”

“But we don't have that much time.”

James pushed himself off the wall and strode toward us. “Then I guess it's a good thing you have me.”

I eyed him. “What do you mean?”

“He means he's going with you,” said Ava. “So am I.”

Despite her bravery, I heard the tremble in her voice. “You don't have to do this,” I said. “Either of you. I appreciate the offer, but you heard what the others said. The chances of getting out of this alive—”

“Will be much better if I come with you,” said James. “Just me. We don't have time to sit around and debate this.”

“I'm coming,” said Ava firmly. “Three's better than two, and I won't be any help here anyway. I don't know anything about tactics or whatever it is they're going to do.”

James sized her up, and she squared her shoulders, as if daring him to refuse her again. “You know that's not a good idea,” he said. “The whole point of this is to get Persephone to help us, and you being there won't do a damn thing to convince her.”

Ava snorted, and some of the color returned to her cheeks. “What, and you being there will? You know I'll follow you even if you tell me not to, so you might as well not waste your breath. Come on, Kate.” She took me by the arm and led me out into the corridor. I didn't fight her, too consumed with the newest addition to the ever-growing mountain of problems.

Not only did we have to find Persephone, but somehow I had to talk her into risking the rest of her eternal life to help the family she'd abandoned. This wasn't some walk through Central Park. This was the four of us facing the most powerful being that had ever existed.

And I had absolutely no idea what to say to convince Persephone to join us.

* * *

We didn't bother with goodbyes. The others must have known James and Ava were going with me when they didn't return to the throne room, and none of them came to find us while we packed. James and Ava—and me, once I learned how—could create what we needed, and none of us needed to eat in the Underworld, not in our immortal bodies. James was adamant we bring supplies anyway, including a change of clothes and sneakers I hadn't had time to break in. James and Ava were used to wandering the world with only the clothes on their back. I'd never hiked farther than a few miles before.

At the last minute, I slipped the flower Henry had made me, the one with pink quartz petals and pearls, into my pocket. It was all I had of his other than what was in his wardrobe.

Leaving Pogo behind was the hardest part. I cuddled him to my chest and buried my nose in his fur for a few brief moments before we left, and when I set him down on the bed, his liquid eyes nearly broke my heart.

“He'll be okay,” said Ava, leading me out of the bedroom. “The others will take good care of him, and he'll be here waiting when we all come back.”

Except I might never come back to the palace again. Not if I had any chance of setting Henry free. Other than offering Calliope a trade, there was nothing the three of us could do to fight her that the others hadn't tried, and I was pretty damn sure she wouldn't give in out of the goodness of her heart.

I tore my eyes away from Pogo, and he barked as the door clicked shut. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed my tears, refusing to let myself cry. He would be fine, and Henry would be there to take care of him if I didn't return. Like Persephone's garden, at least he would have something to remember me by.

That was such a horrible thought that I immediately pushed it out of my mind. I wasn't going to die. I didn't want to, and James and Ava wouldn't let me anyway. There had to be another way, and we would have time to figure it out.

I didn't look back as we started down the path that led away from the palace, between the columns of black rock. The cavern was huge, and by the time we reached the wall, my leg ached so badly that every step felt like I was walking on knives.

“What now?” I said. There was nowhere to go, and as far as I could tell, there were no hidden caves or tunnels.

“Remember that trip we took down here?” said James, taking my hand. His warm palm dwarfed mine, and I glanced at Ava to see if she'd noticed, but she was busy staring at the cavern wall.

I didn't have time to worry about the ground dropping out from underneath me again. Without warning, James walked into the rock, pulling me with him. Instinctively I shut my eyes and braced for impact, expecting sharp pain as my forehead hit the jagged edge, but all I felt was a faint breeze in my hair.

“What the—” I opened my eyes, and my mouth fell open. We weren't in the Underworld anymore. Instead we stood in a lush garden with trees as tall as the bright blue sky, and exotic flowers surrounded us, turning toward us as we appeared.

“Welcome to the Underworld,” said James. “Or at least the part of it where the souls stay. Come on.”

He led me down a dirt path with Ava trailing behind us, strangely quiet for all of the wonder that surrounded us. I stared at the giant flora as we walked by, unable to hide my awe. It was as if I'd stepped into a fairy tale. Or fell down the rabbit hole.

“What is this place?” I said. “Is the entire Underworld like this?”

“No,” said James. “Look.”

He pointed through the trees at a girl swinging back and forth on a rope made of vines, her long hair swaying with her movements and her skin darkened from the sun. The same sun that had been replaced by crystal in the cavern before.

“Who's that?” I whispered. “Is that Persephone?”

Ava snorted softly, and I gave her a dirty look.

“If only it were that easy,” said James with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Only the six siblings and Henry's queen can travel like that down here, and since you haven't learned how yet, we've got a hike ahead of us. That girl's the reason we see all of this. Henry took you down into the Underworld once, right?”

I nodded. He'd done it to comfort me, to show me that my mother would be all right after the cancer won and she died. I hadn't known at the time that my mother was actually immortal. That would've helped a little more.

“Central Park,” I said. “That was what it looked like to me. It's where my mother and I used to go on summer afternoons.”

“That's so sweet,” said Ava, looping her arm in mine. “Mine would be Paris, I bet. I could spend a millennium there and never get bored.”

We both waited for James's answer, but instead he looked back at the girl in the distance. “This is her Eden. Because we're immortal, the Underworld adapts to the closest mortal soul—her. Anywhere she goes, this is what she'll see, and as soon as we get close enough to someone else, it'll change.”

I watched her swing back and forth, her face tilted toward the sun and a smile dancing on her lips. She looked happy. The kind of happy I wished I could be. “She's alone? Are they all alone?”

James gestured for us to follow. “Didn't Henry—” He stopped and grimaced, and I bit back a retort. No, Henry hadn't filled me in. “It depends. It's part of what you're going to be doing. Some people are reunited with loved ones, others aren't. Sometimes people spend half their time alone and half of it with loved ones. There's no hard and fast set of rules. The person has the kind of afterlife they expect, or at least the one they think they deserve.”

Oh. That. And if there were any questions or discrepancies, that was where Henry and I came in. “He explained that part,” I said. “Some people really spend the rest of forever alone?”

Ava's grip on my arm tightened, and I squeezed back. That didn't sound like heaven to me.

“You need to forget your expectations,” said James as we picked our way around an enormous weeping willow the color of cotton candy. “Everyone's different. Sometimes religion plays a part, sometimes it doesn't. Henry will explain all of this to you.”

Only if we all returned in one piece.

I knew what happened to mortals after they died, but if it came to it—if killing me was enough to convince Calliope to help subdue Cronus before he escaped—what would happen to me now that I was immortal? I would fade, I knew that much, but what did that mean? I'd always believed in some sort of afterlife even before I'd met Henry and discovered the truth. That belief had kept me sane during the years I'd spent watching my mother die, knowing I would see her again when it was over for me, too. I had no such certainty now.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice when the sky grew dark again. The sun was gone, replaced with the cavern walls from before, but this time the light didn't come from crystal.

We stood on the banks of a lake of fire. Flames flickered toward my feet, and as I took a startled step back on the black sand, James and Ava began to walk around it as if it were nothing more than an annoyance.

And then I heard the screams.

They echoed through the cavern, filled with so much agony that I could feel it in my bones. A man cried out in a language I didn't understand, and horrified, I squinted into the fire.

He hung from chains that faded into nothingness before they reached the ceiling. The lower half of his body was immersed in the lake, and his expression was twisted with pain I couldn't imagine. His skin melted from the bone, dripping down into the fire, but as soon as it disappeared, new flesh replaced it.

He was being burned alive again and again without relief. His screams reverberated through the cavern and imbedded themselves in my memory, too tormented for me to ever forget them. I couldn't look away, and the urge to do something—anything—rose within me, too strong to be ignored.

“We have to help him,” I said, but Ava held me back. I struggled against her, and James hurried toward us, taking my other arm.

“And how do you intend to do that?” he said. “By walking in there and burning up, as well?”

“I can't die,” I said through gritted teeth as I tugged against them. “Remember?”

“That's no reason to put yourself through that kind of pain,” said James. “You might not feel it on the first step, but you were mortal six months ago, and your body hasn't forgotten that. You wouldn't make it five feet, let alone there and back. Whatever he did, he believes he deserves it.”

I gaped at him, horror-struck. “He thinks he deserves being burned alive for eternity? What could possibly be that bad?”

“I don't know,” he said. “When you're queen, you can find out for yourself. Now let's go. We don't have time to waste.”

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man as James and Ava forced me to walk around the lake. Even after the Underworld turned into a rolling field with a yellow cottage nestled in the middle, I heard his screams echoing in my mind.

At least James had confirmed what I'd suspected. My body was adjusting, but it still remembered what it was like to be mortal. Glass bounced off my skin, I could fall from the top of the Empire State Building and walk away without a scratch, but I could feel the burn of fire.

“How long before I don't feel pain anymore?” I said, my voice trembling.

“It's different for everyone,” said James. “Maybe a few months, maybe a few years. It's your mind that's doing it, not your body.”

“But it will go away?” I said.

“Eventually.”

“What about pleasure?”

Ava slipped her hand into mine. “Kate, if none of us could feel pleasure, do you really think we'd do half the things we do?”

I managed a faint smile. “Good point.”

We walked in silence, passing through place after place after place. Some of them were as wonderful and lush as the garden; others were full of pain and torture. I all but ran through those, my head down as I tried to ignore the screams. Eventually they all blended together, forming a chorus of pain, and the more I heard, the more certain I became that Henry and the council had been wrong. I could never do this. I could never sentence people to that kind of eternity, no matter what their crimes had been.