End of Days (Penryn and the End of Days Book Three) Page 17

  ‘You’re smarter than you look,’ I say to Raffe.

  ‘But not as smart as he thinks,’ says Howler.

  ‘I can see discipline has broken down during your vacation,’ says Raffe.

  ‘Yeah, it’s all that lounging on the beach with nothing to do but drink and watch women.’

  At the word women, the Watchers become awkward and self-conscious.

  ‘I have to ask,’ says Thermo. ‘I know the others are wondering this too. Is she your Daughter of Man?’ He nods toward me.

  I glance at Raffe.

  Am I?

  Raffe thinks about that for a second before answering. ‘She is a Daughter of Man. And she is traveling with me. But she’s not my Daughter of Man.’

  What kind of answer is that?

  ‘Oh. So she’s available?’ asks Howler.

  Raffe gives him an icy look.

  ‘We’re all single now, you know,’ says Hawk.

  ‘They can’t punish us twice for the same crime,’ says Cyclone.

  ‘And now that we know you’re out of the race, Commander, that makes me the next best-looking in line,’ says Howler.

  ‘Enough.’ Raffe doesn’t look amused. ‘You’re not her type.’

  The Watchers smile knowingly.

  ‘How do you know?’ I ask.

  Raffe turns to me. ‘Because angels aren’t your type. You hate them, remember?’

  ‘But these guys aren’t angels anymore.’

  Raffe arches his brow at me. ‘You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.’ He waves his hand at the Watchers. ‘There’s nobody like that in this lot.’

  I glare at him. ‘I’ll be sure to pass him by you first before I’ – settle for – ‘choose him.’

  ‘You do that. I’ll let him know what’s expected of him.’

  ‘Assuming he survives your interrogation,’ says Howler.

  ‘Big assumption,’ says Cyclone.

  ‘I’d like to be there to watch,’ says Hawk. ‘Should be interesting.’

  ‘Don’t worry, Commander,’ says Howler. ‘We’ve all come to our own conclusions. We’ve all been there.’

  Then a somber mood comes over them. Thermo clears his throat. ‘Speaking of . . .’

  ‘Some of them survived,’ says Raffe.

  ‘Which ones?’

  ‘It won’t help to know,’ says Raffe. ‘Just know that I managed to rescue some of them, and they lived.’

  ‘And the children?’ There’s no hope in Thermo’s voice when he asks this.

  Raffe sighs. ‘You were right. I left to hunt “the nephilim monsters” only to find they were just children. Gabriel said the spawn of an angel and a Daughter of Man would grow into a monster. I didn’t want to kill them while they were still harmless, so I waited. And waited. Generation after generation, to root out the evil that I’d been warned about.’

  He shakes his head. ‘But none came. I searched everywhere for nephilim monsters, but they were just people. Some of them were particularly large people, and they had fewer children than most. The children they had were sometimes especially talented and beautiful, but nothing monstrous. And eventually, the bloodlines thinned among the humans to the point where it wasn’t uncommon to have at least a drop or two of angelic blood in a population.’

  ‘I knew it was a lie,’ says Cyclone.

  ‘Thank you, Archangel,’ says a Watcher with a tuft of spotted feathers on his wing. ‘Thank you for sparing them.’

  ‘My orders were to kill the nephilim monsters,’ says Raffe. ‘Gabriel’s words exactly. I found the nephilim. I can’t do anything about it if none of them were monsters. I did my duty.’

  ‘But you stayed a long time, didn’t you?’ I ask.

  Raffe nods. ‘If I went back too early to report on my mission, Gabriel could have clarified his order to just kill the nephilim and sent me back.’

  Now I understand. ‘You were waiting until the nephilim blood thinned, until no one could identify one.’

  Raffe shrugs. ‘Or until one of them turned monstrous. Preferably two. Then I could have come back and said that I killed the nephilim monsters as ordered.’

  ‘But that didn’t happen,’ I say.

  He shakes his head.

  The Watchers look like they need a moment. Some of them find a rock to sit on, while others just look away or close their eyes for a minute.

  ‘Why would Gabriel lie and make a rule that an angel who married a Daughter of Man would fall?’ asks one of the Watchers.

  ‘Maybe he didn’t want to taint the angelic bloodline with our human blood,’ I say. ‘Most angels think of us as animals.’ I shrug.

  ‘How long have we been here?’ asks Thermo. ‘Our children have great-great-grandchildren?’

  ‘From your perspective, I don’t think it’s been long since you fell,’ says Raffe. ‘But we’re from a different time. In our world, your fall is ancient history.’

  The Watchers exchange looks with each other.

  ‘You have to get us out of here,’ says the Watcher with the spotted tuft. ‘Please, Commander. Who knows when Judgment Day will come.’ His voice cracks at the end.

  There’s desperation on their faces.

  ‘It’s one thing to die in battle,’ says Beliel, ‘but to die in the Pit, or worse – to live eternally in the Pit . . .’ He shakes his head. ‘It’s incomprehensible. We’re being punished for nothing.’

  ‘Uriel says that Gabriel went insane,’ says Raffe. ‘That he hasn’t actually spoken to God in eons. Maybe never.’

  Most of the Watchers stare at him openmouthed. A couple of them, though, nod as if they had been suspecting this for some time.

  ‘I have no idea if it’s true,’ says Raffe. ‘Nobody does, except for Gabriel. But it does seem like he was wrong about the nephilim. I’d been telling myself that it was a mistake. But now . . . who knows what else he was wrong about?’ He glances at me.

  ‘In the end, it doesn’t really matter,’ says Hawk. ‘Our loyalties are to you, whatever happens.’

  ‘Do you have a plan, Commander?’ asks Thermo.

  ‘Sure,’ says Raffe. ‘The plan is to bust you out, then you’ll help me take down Uriel.’

  Everyone’s face changes. I’m not sure if it’s awe or disbelief. Maybe a little of both.

  ‘Don’t get excited,’ says Raffe. ‘We don’t know if we can all get out. And even if we can, we don’t know what’s waiting on the other side.’

  He glances at Beliel, who looks excited at the thought of getting out. ‘Sacrifices will need to be made.’

  42

  The Watchers are sure there are more hellions in the direction where the first ones came from. We decide to split up to increase our chances of finding them.

  ‘Howler and Cyclone, come with me,’ says Raffe. ‘The rest of you, split into small groups and each take a direction. We’ll meet back here.’ He looks at the sky. ‘How do you tell time here?’

  ‘It’ll get hotter,’ says Thermo. ‘We can meet when we feel like we’re baking.’

  ‘That’d be now,’ says Howler.

  ‘We’ll meet when Howler feels like he’s burning and the rest of us feel like we’re baking,’ says Raffe. ‘Ready?’

  ‘Uh, can I go with Thermo?’ asks Howler.

  ‘Thermo?’ asks Raffe. ‘The last time I assigned you with him, you said it was dangerous to pair up with him because you were afraid you’d fall asleep on the mission.’

  ‘Yeah, that’s why he’ll be the odd man out, and if I go with him, I won’t have to go with you and your Daughter of Man.’

  ‘Good point,’ says Cyclone. ‘Can I go with Howler and Thermo? They’re helpless without me.’

  Howler snorts.

  ‘What’s wrong with going with me?’ I ask.

  ‘No one wants to be stuck with love birds.’ Howler shakes h
is head.

  ‘Awkward,’ says Cyclone, already walking toward Thermo.

  ‘You think I’d do something to risk a fall?’ asks Raffe.

  ‘You can’t fall for anything you do here, Commander,’ says Thermo. ‘You’re already in the Pit, so technically, it’s equivalent to being in a Fallen state during the time you’re here.’

  The heat intensifies in my cheeks, and I want to crawl behind a rock.

  Raffe looks like he wants to be stubborn but then says, ‘Fine, but you’d better bring back a bunch of hellions, Howler.’

  ‘You can count on it, boss.’ Howler throws us a broad wink, and takes off into the air. Cyclone and Thermo fly after him.

  The rest of the Watchers take off in small groups, each taking different directions. It’s a wonder that they can still fly on their mangy wings. I guess there’s nothing functionally wrong with the wings since they fly expertly. It’s just that they’re not pretty to look at.

  Raffe watches them go, then looks at me. ‘Shall we go for a ride and see what the place looks like?’

  I nod, trying not to look embarrassed.

  I step closer to Raffe. I’ll never get used to stepping into his arms.

  Instead of putting his arm under my knees, he holds me up with his arms around my waist, with us facing each other in a hug. With a couple of sweeps of his wings, we take off.

  I have my arms around his neck, but my legs are dangling. I don’t feel as secure as I normally do when he holds me with his arms behind my back and below my knees. I instinctively slide my knees around his middle and squeeze for a better hold.

  But that’s not enough. As we go higher, I can feel myself sliding just a little. His arms around my waist are firm, but as we rise above the Sea of Killing Hands, I feel an equal mix of excitement and fear.

  ‘Don’t drop me.’ I cling tighter and press myself up against him a little more.

  ‘Never.’ There’s so much confidence and assurance in his voice. ‘I have you. You’re as secure as can be.’

  Oh, what the hell. I wrap my legs completely around his hips and hook my feet across his butt.

  He tilts his body forward a little with a smile spreading across his face. My cheeks flame.

  Now I’m hanging on like a monkey as we glide over the Pit. I can’t see as well as I’d be able to if he had been holding me the other way. Instead of looking over his shoulder at his sweeping wings, I turn my head to see the landscape below. That puts my face almost lip to lip with his.

  I try to focus on the smoldering city ahead of us, but my head is filled with the warmth of his breath and the electric tingle of his cheek against mine.

  Flying is not as smooth a glide as it might look from below. There’s a subtle shifting of our bodies as his wings push against the air. I’m hanging on to him so tightly that I begin to notice that he’s rubbing against me with every whoosh of his wings.

  The heat in the Pit is becoming more intense. The Sea of Hands below shifts and moves like currents of lava flowing over each other.

  The rubbing is causing a warm, tingly sensation, as if all my blood is rushing to the parts of my body that are pressed against him. My head begins to feel light. My breathing comes faster.

  His breath speeds up to match mine, or maybe it’s the other way around. Before I know it, he’s nuzzling his head against my cheek. A low moan escapes his lips.

  I shift without thinking, tightening my legs around his hips, pressing myself against him. He strokes the curve of my back, pressing me even closer to his warmth. I marvel at the sensation as he subtly shifts his body against mine.

  He lowers his head while we’re flying and touches his lips to mine. His kiss is hot and wet as it intensifies.

  My head seems to be rumbling. Then I realize it’s the sky. It’s thunder. Suddenly, warm raindrops fall on us, spraying us until we’re completely wet.

  Raffe ignores it and continues to kiss me. We hold each other, pressing tighter and harder together.

  We fly in each other’s arms in the rain over a smoldering hell.

  43

  By the time we get back to the group, the Watchers have caught the rest of the hellions that we’ll need. A dozen hellions are tied up on the ground, flapping around and trying to gnaw through the thongs that tie them.

  The Watchers eye us like they know what we’ve been up to. As soon as we land, I hop off and step away from Raffe. I’m glad it’s so hot that I won’t have to explain why my face is so red.

  Raffe immediately gets down to business. He explains what needs to be done to ride a hellion out of the Pit and what we might find on the other side. He doesn’t seem at all embarrassed that they assume we made out.

  He then talks to the hellions. ‘Take us to the other side.’ He motions along Pooky’s blade and uses his hand to show a sliding motion into the sky.

  A hellion hisses at him, all sharp teeth and hate.

  Cyclone steps forward. ‘They need a firm hand, Commander.’ He looms over the hellions. ‘Do what we tell you, or you die.’ He makes a tearing motion with his hands.

  A hellion pisses at him, squirting a yellow-green stream of foul-smelling liquid that Cyclone barely avoids.

  The other hellions seem to snicker. Cyclone leans in, looking like he’s going to strangle them, but Raffe stops him.

  I step forward. Let’s see how they respond if they’re treated like I would want to be in their place.

  ‘Freedom,’ I say.

  The hellions look sideways at me.

  ‘Escape.’ I crouch down to look at them at their level. They watch me with distrust, but they’re listening. ‘No more Pit lords. No more masters. Be free.’ I do the sliding motion along my sword the way Raffe did earlier.

  The hellions begin chattering among themselves, as if arguing.

  ‘Take us with you.’ I point to me and the others. ‘Be free.’ I motion along my sword into the sky again. ‘With you.’ I point to them.

  More chatter.

  Then they quiet down.

  The one in the center nods at us.

  My eyes open wide. It worked. One by one, the Watchers nod in my direction with respect in their eyes.

  Raffe doesn’t go into the details of Beliel’s involvement with Uriel or with his wings. In fact, he doesn’t even say who the gateway Watcher is. He just says that it’s one of them.

  ‘Think long and hard about this,’ says Raffe. ‘We’ve always taken pride in never leaving one of us behind. You can stay here together and I’ll find another way to beat Uriel. Or you can come with us, but one of you must stay behind. Isolation is the worst thing that can happen to an angel. You think it’s bad now? It’ll be a hundred times worse when you’re alone, knowing that all your fellow soldiers made it out and left you here. You’ll become twisted, angry, vindictive, vengeful. You’ll become someone you wouldn’t recognize.’

  He stares at the squirming hellions tied on the ground. ‘And for that, I’m sorry. I see now my role in it.’

  He looks at every Watcher around him. ‘For the rest of you, remember that your families won’t be there anymore. Your Daughter of Man, your children – they’ll all be gone. If this is successful, we’re going to a different time, a different place. We’ll land in the middle of a war. But it’ll be a war where some of the fighters might have your blood in their veins.’

  The Watchers look at each other as though trying to process that. I’m having trouble with it myself. Some of us could be their descendants.

  They all look at each other, understanding that the gateway Watcher could be any of them.

  Beliel is the first to nod. There’s naked hope in his face. ‘I’d do anything – risk anything – for a chance to have the yellow sun on our faces again.’

  I clamp down hard on the sympathy that’s blooming for him. I run through the litany of his crimes – my sister, the murders, Raffe’s wings, his part in turning humans into monsters – I list all the names and faces that I knew at Alcatraz.

 
One by one, the Watchers nod grimly. Each prepared to take the risk.

  We don’t tell Beliel that he’s the one until the very last second.

  When Beliel finds out it’s him, his face freezes. It’s disturbing to think of someone gazing out into nothing when he has no eyes. The only sign of life from him is his chest pumping in and out as his breathing gets heavier.

  The Watchers are somber. Each of them touches Beliel’s shoulder until he flings Thermo’s hand off him. After that, everyone quietly grabs a hellion.

  Beliel stands alone in a circle of the only friends he had in his life. He jerks when I prick him with my sword.

  Raffe gives the command to the hellions to jump through.

  The Watcher-ridden hellions leap at Beliel. He stands frozen, as if electrified, while the hellions fly into him.

  Raffe is the first to go so he can usher the Watchers who are sure to be disoriented when they arrive on the other side. I am the last to go so that I can hold the sword and keep the gateway open until we’re all through.

  By the end, Beliel is on his knees, his empty eye sockets shut tight and his teeth clenched. There’s shock, but there’s anguish too, even though he volunteered. They all volunteered.

  But I’m sure that’s little comfort. Everyone else is making it out of the Pit and leaving him behind. To suffer alone for what will seem like eternity to him.

  Alone and unwanted.

  Probably for the first time in his life.

  I run through the litany of his crimes again as I ride my hellion into the gate that is Beliel.

  44

  Going into the Pit was like falling. Getting out of the Pit is like being dragged through a vat of Vaseline. It’s as if the air itself is trying to push me back. I cling to my hellion as tightly as I can. I don’t even want to think about what happens if I can’t hold on.

  I pop out into cramped quarters, feeling covered in goop even though there’s nothing physically on me. I should be back in my world, my time if everything went as planned. Raffe made it clear to the hellions that they would be free only if they brought us to our own where and when, but you never know.