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They are reunited. And I am the one who has unleashed them.
All three turn and face me. Each one tall, muscular, perfectly toned and unnaturally enthralling. All around us, people scream, fuck, hurt and terrorise. It’s as though Hell has risen to the surface and settled here in this carnival.
‘Okay, Little Soul,’ Lust says, resting a finger under my chin and lifting it. ‘You have set us free. In return, we owe you a debt. Are you ready to face Xion?’
My smile falls, and the realisation that we now have to face Xion hits me.
Fear shudders. ‘Hmmm. Delicious,’ he grins.
Chapter 14
Willow
I’m trembling as the car turns into the long drive of the Brotherhood's meeting house.
Their dark place of worship.
They only bring me here for their human sacrifice ceremonies. Or when the rest of the Brotherhood require my "services". I start to shake, my legs pressing together as I think of all the things that have been done to me in those walls by old men seeking more power.
Fear growls as he sits in the front seat.
'What is it?' Lust asks.
'She's afraid. It's unpleasant when it's not because of me.'
It's pouring with rain, lightning illuminates the sky, and thunder crashes around us. The perfect backdrop to a massacre.
We stop at the gate, and the windscreen wipers are going like crazy. Lust is driving. Fear is upfront in the passenger seat, and Pain sits in the back with me. He’s been watching me the entire two-hour-long drive with a piercing gaze that I think is looking directly at my soul.
'So many terrible things have happened to you in there,' he says.
'Jealous they weren't done by you?' I bite back.
'They'll pay, Sweet Sacrifice. We promise.'
His words bring comfort to the dark places in my soul. And his reassuring smile delivers courage.
Stopping at the enormous gold ornate gates, adorned with images of angels and devils, I ball up my fists. It’s either that or grab at my hair, and I’m determined to save face in front of the three demons I have accompanying me on my mission.
The gates are sealed shut. Lust lowers his window.
‘State your business,’ an exceptionally well-spoken and gruff man demands through the speaker.
‘Omnes Colunt Infernum,’ Lust replies as though bored. He looks back at Fear and rolls his eyes, mouthing the wordHumansas if embarrassed on our behalf.
‘Name?’
They will want his demon name. Not his given Christian name. The name given to him when he joined the Brotherhood. When he was baptised in the blood of an innocent.
But before I can tell him not to reply with Tyler, he says simply.
‘Asmodeus.’
The following silence feels endless.
Can they hear my heart hammering in my chest? Can they see it? Pretty sure it’s attempting to escape the confines of my ribcage and is about to go splat on the cream leather seats.
It hasn’t worked. The Brotherhood knows what I have done.
