A good soldier knows to ignore the insults hurled at him. Your rebellion has earned me another whipping. Not you. Me. And perhaps that was the problem. Jamila gave no thoughts to reprisal. None of them did.
Im sorry, she gritted out.
Exactly what hed said to his Deity, but surely not in that same irritating manner. You arent sorry for your actions, only that I found fault with you. The moment his words registered inside his mind, he scowled.
Was his Deity laughing right now? He had said those very words to Zacharel.
What a turn of events. Zacharel had gone from rebellious to exemplary, simply to continue fighting the beings responsible for his brothers torture. Well, his soldiers would find hed do a lot worse to them than the Deity had done to him.
Jamilas lips pressed into a mulish line, no response forthcoming.
If this happens again, Jamila, I will make you suffer in ways you cannot yet imagine, for whatever punishment I am issued, I will return to you a hundredfold. After this next whipping, he still might. As for now, an example had to be made. Tonight you will visit every member of my army and apologize for your actions. You will beg for their forgivenessfor you are the reason they will spend tomorrow morning in human form their wings hidden from mortal eyes cleaning every alleyway and street in Moffat County, Colorado. The scene of the crime.
Humiliating for her, infuriating for them. Everyone would learn.
She inclined her head, but she did not cry.
Good. Anyone who refuses to obey this order will be held in my cloud, my prisoner until the end of the year. I will not tolerate your disrespect any longer. He met each warriors gaze.
He received reluctant nods. Reluctant, yes, but a nod was a nod.
Now, let us speak no more of this, he said.
Xerxes jerked a thumb toward the fallen angel. Who is he, and why is he here? A pause. If I may ask, he added.
The change of subject was welcome. His name is McCadden, and he is now your responsibility. McCadden had committed crimes against his fellow angels, as well as humans, to be with a woman who had not even wanted him.
But why he had been deemed unfit for the heavens, stripped of his wings and kicked to the earth, while Zacharel and these five had not, was a mystery. On the surface, McCadden looked no different from any of Zacharels other men. Hed dyed his pale hair pink, had tattooed bloody teardrops under his eyes and added silver piercings to his brows. Underneath all that, he must be a cesspool of darkness.
When we finish here, you will take him from my cloud and keep him locked in your home at all times, Zacharel said. He didnt want the former angel in the same location as Annabelle. And now, I will not be blamed for any crimes he commits. You will.
Xerxes gnashed his teeth, but offered no complaint.
Thane snickered, and Bjorn drilled his knuckles into Xerxes biceps. Lucky.
Now, for the captured demon, Zacharel said.
Relish glimmered from every angelic body, including his own. In unison, the six of them turned and faced the being in question. She writhed against her bonds, mist stretching over her forehead and inside her mouth, holding her still, keeping her silent. Mist also plugged her ears, blocking the sound of their voices.
She was a minion of Disease. Her skin sagged, was paper-thin and covered in sores. Her skeletal body lacked muscle and any hint of fat. What few teeth she had were yellow, as pitted as her skin, and as pointed and curling as her claws.
Allow her to hear us, Zacharel commanded the cloud. The plugs thinned, dissipated completely. Allow her to speak. Just as quickly the mist covering her mouth thinned and dissipated.
She hissed out a terrible curse.
In case you are unaware of how this works, he said, ignoring her insult for the ineffectual lash-out it was, I will instruct you.
Not Zacharel, she moaned. Anyone but Zacharel. A scent of rot wafted from her, evidence of her sudden burst of fear.
His penchant for torturing his enemy was well known. You will die this day, minion. That outcome will not change. The method of your execution is the only variable you can control. Demons, he knew, were more susceptible to the ring of truth than humans; this one flinched every time he finished a sentence. I have questions for you, and you will answer each one honestly.
You know we will taste your lies, Thane said.
Taste and rebuke, Bjorn added.
Why did you remain outside the Moffat County Institution this night? Details were more than important; they were necessary. Without quantifiers, demons could infer anything they wished and answer accordingly.
Her thin lips lifted at the corners. For the same reasonsss the other demonsss did so, I ssswear it.
Truth without enough context to be helpful. Cute.
For what reason did the other demons remain outside the Moffat County Institution? he asked. You will not receive another chance to answer this question.
Im happy to anssswer. They ssstayed outside for the sssame reassson I ssstayed outssside. Thatsss the truth, you have my word.
Zacharel reached into an air pocket and withdrew his vial of water from the River of Life. To even set foot near the rivers shoreline hidden inside the temple given to the Deity by the Most High, an angel had to sacrifice the skin off his backliterally. To capture a single vial of the precious, life-saving liquid? The angel had to sacrifice much, much more.
Zacharel had only a few drops left, but he considered a demons torment worth the loss.
I find that your truth does not satisfy my curiosity, so I am forced to take my satisfaction another way. You will receive a castigation from each of us, as warned. From his nod, his soldiers knew what he wanted them to do. They might have worked together only a short time, but in this instance, they desired the same thing.
Koldo moved behind the demon and pinned her head against his massive chest, his long, thick fingers applying pressure to her brow. Xerxes and Thane stepped forward, both summoning metal blades. In unison, they stabbed her in the gut. As black blood sprang from both wounds, she released an unholy scream of agony. The wounds wouldnt be fatal, but they would hurt and weaken her.
While humans were to be protected, demons were never extended the same courtesy.
Bjorn and Jamila replaced Xerxes and Thane in front of her. After Bjorn pried open her mouth, Jamila produced a thin scalpel to remove all of the demons remaining teeth.
By the time the five were finished, the demon could only plead for mercy. Mercy she had never shown her own victims. Mercy Zacharel did not have. Minions of Disease purposely infected human bodies with sickness, feeding off their growing frailty and despair, their pain, their panic, and loving every moment of it.
He was the next to move in front of her. I warned you, he said.
I didnt lie, told only the truth, the minion slurred, thanks to Jamilas impromptu root canal.
You played with the truth. With me.
She stopped writhing, another eerie smile lifting the corners of her mouth, black blood dripping from her lips. And you dont like being played with, angel? I doubt that. You reek of human female right now. Did you play with her? The words were even more garbled than before, but Zacharel was able to decipher her meaning.
He motioned to Thane.
The warrior returned his blade to her gutand left it there.
A grunt. A gurgle of blood from her mouth. Through panting breaths, she said, All right, all right. You dont like to play. Perhapsss I can change your mind. Give me five minutes, and I will do thingsss to your body thingsss youll dream about for yearssss.
As she spoke, he upended the vial he held, allowing a single droplet of the water to catch on his fingertip. Ah, but in five minutes I believe you will have more pressing matters on your mind. For the time has come for me to have my turn. He reached out and shoved his finger into her mouth, forcing the droplet down her throat.
The shrill, broken scream that followed made a mockery of the one that had come before, the water attacking the disease she perpetually carried, spreading health and vitality. She bucked against Koldo with so much force, several of her bones snapped out of place.
When at last she quieted, tears sliding down her pitted cheeks, the putrid scent of her rot fading, Zacharel said calmly, I have decided to be benevolent and give you one last chance. Why did you remain outside the institution this night?
There was the barest of pauses before she offered faintly, Wasssnt my time to enter. Her words were punctuated by gasps of residual pain.
According to whom?
A longer pause as she considered what more Zacharel could do to her. In the end, she decided an evasion was not worth it. Burden.
Burden. A demon who had once been second in command to the high lord of Greed, and widely regarded as one of hells fiercer warriors. Currently he was without a master.
Was he the one who had marked Annabelle? Where is Burden right now?
Dont know.
He detected no lie this time, either. How did Burden contact you?
Disseassse too busssy with humansss I had to align myself with sssomeone. Burden wasss the mossst powerful of my optionsss.
What were his orders?
What do you think they were?
He nodded to Thane.
Thane twisted the knife.
The minion grunted through the renewed pain. We were to have fun with a human female. The one currently ssscenting your robe.
Why?
Did not ask. Did not care.
Truth. You have earned your death, minion. Shes all yours, he told his soldiers.
Thane removed the blade, and she sagged against her bonds. A second later, five fiery swords appeared, and in the next blink of time, the minion was missing her head and all her limbs. Demons liked fire, yes, and could withstand the flames. But the fires in hell were fires of damnation. The soldiers swords possessed the fire of justice, and that the demons could not withstand.
His warriors held the tips of their swords against each piece of the minion, until flesh and bone caught flame, charred to ash and swirled away in a sudden breeze.
Zacharel had the answers hed sought. The question now was what to do with them.
CHAPTER FIVE
SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING her change of scenery, Annabelle thought.
Well, that wasnt exactly true. She had. At first.
After she had devoured all her favorite foods, her stomach so full she could have burst, she had showered, feeling cleaner than she had in four years. If only shed felt cleaner than ever, but no. There was a film of dirt under her skin, in her blood, that she had been unable to wipe away.
Wah, wah, whatever. No whining. Not now. She dressed in the tank and soft flowing pants she had requested. Then she stood there. Just stood there, exhaustion completely overwhelming her. She asked the cloudthe cloud!for a bed. A king-size monstrosity with gorgeous silk sheets appeared, and she crawled on top gratefully. But she was unable to sleep, too afraid of being vulnerable, too worried about the nightmares that would plague hertoo caught up in thoughts of Zacharel.
Where had he gone? Who was he with? What was he doing?
Why did it matter to her?
By morning, little aches and pains in her body made their presence known and she forgot all about her curiosity. Soon after that, she began to shiver and sweat from withdrawal. So many years of continuous drug use and now, quitting cold probably not the wisest course of action. And yes, she could have asked the cloud for a sedative, but she resisted the idea with every fiber of her being. Never would she do to herself what the doctors had done to her.
The second day, she vomited over and over again, until there was nothing left inside her stomach exceptsurelyglass shards and rusty nails. And maybe a herd of stampeding buffalo.
The third day, she returned to the trembling and the sweating, so weak she could barely lift her head or even open her eyes.
Eventually, sleep battered past every wall of resistance she had erected, and she slipped into the land of dreams. Her parents hugged and kissed her, telling her how much they loved her. Her older brother, Brax, rubbed his knuckles into her hair. Oh, how she had missed him. Since her incarceration, hed made his dislike of her very clear.
Once upon a time, he had threatened any boy whod wanted to date her. He had smiled at her every morning as hed fixed her breakfast, her parents having already rushed off to work. On the drive to school, he had lectured her about studying harder and keeping her grades up so that she could get into a good college and have the best possible future.
That wasnt possible now. The man Brax had become did not believe Annabelles recollection of that fateful morning. He did not trust her, and he certainly did not adore her and want the best for her.
Best? What was the best for someone like her? Despite the euphoria shed felt upon first leaving the institution, despite her desire to live on her own, happy and carefree, the truth was now unavoidable. The only future she had was one on the run from the law.
The dream morphed, her parents and Brax pushed to the back of her mind and replaced by the demons shed fought throughout the years. She saw blood-soaked floors no one else could see, her feet slipping and sliding in the puddles as she cried for help she would never receive.
Thankfully, that dream morphed, as well. She lay beside Zacharel, and he placed his cold hands on her, gently brushing her hair from her face as he mumbled about troublesome humans. He stuffed sweet, juicy clumps of fruit down her throat, and she somehow found the energy to slap him for being such a turd about it.