Page 16 of Darkening Truth
I’m surprised when Kill’s grin widens, a deadly and vicious light entering his eyes.
“You mean that we can torture them the way that they tortured Farren?” He asks.
I definitely shouldn’t have been surprised that’s where his mind went first.
My eyes though are on Mayhem. His expression has become one that I am all too familiar with, and if I had to put money on someone who was mostlikely able to make the princes talk, or to torture them to the point of no return, then my money would be on Mayhem.
It’s always the quieter ones that you need to watch out for. I would be surprised if he hadn’t already come up with ways that he can make them wish that there were a way to end their torment.
Permanently.
Hades' smile is dark, “Yes, we can. It might be a good idea to question them and see what they know anyway. We’re not going to be able to question them or torture them for a while, there’s a kind of holding period that gods and Demi-Gods Souls have to go through, not even I can touch them while they’re in there.”
Storm shrugs, “That’s fine. It will give us time to think of new and inventive ways to punish them for what they did to Farren.”
Hades nods, and his power swells, “And then I’ll unmake them.”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. I knew that he had something pretty diabolical planned for them, but that is even more impressive than I had considered, and I’m not entirely sure that it’s possible.
“Can you do that?” I ask. “I know that you can unmake normal souls, but the princes are Demi-Gods, they’re part god, are you able to unmake their souls?”
“I’ve never had reason to try to unmake a demi-god before, so I don’t know, but I’m going to fucking find out. They don’t deserve to be remade after their punishment is over, and I certainly can’t risk the God that hired them figuring out a way to get them out, and them becoming a problem again,” Hades replies, clearly having given in some thought.
Reaper narrows his eyes, “I understand all of your reasoning, and I agree with it, but don’t do it if there is going to be a risk to you. Farren wouldn’t want that. In fact, she would be absolutely fuming if you unmade them and ended up hurting yourself in the process.”
Kill smirks, “He’s right. She would kill you herself.”
“We also need to make sure that she knows about this,” I add. “I seriously doubt that she would appreciate being kept in the dark about it.”
“No, she wouldn’t, you’re right,” Hades agrees. “Okay, well we can tell her after we’ve eaten. Knowing Farren, she’s most likely going to want a second crack at them too.”
I can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips, “Seriously? She’s that bloodthirsty?”
“She rivals you,” Hades grins, giving me a knowing look.
“She did say that she didn’t get to torture them as much as she would have liked to,” Reaper points out with a smile that says he loves her bloodthirsty nature just as much as I do.
“Alright, let's get some food,” Storm says. “I have a feeling that Farren’s not going to be able to keep her eyes open for much longer.”
Reaper smiles, “Nope, her blinks were getting longer and longer, and we now need to have a conversation about the princes souls as well.”
We all grin and then busy ourselves grabbing food, and lots of it. The great thing about magical kitchens, especially Hades’ one, is that everything stays fresh no matter how long he’s disappeared for, and he can rustle up huge meals in a matter of moments.
We load ourselves up with trays of food, and then all head back through the castle and into the big sitting room that we first arrived in.
When we walk through the doors, I can’t help the soft smile that lifts my lips.
“It looks like we might have taken a little bit too long,” Mayhem mutters quietly.
“Definitely,” Reaper agrees, his smile soft.
We quietly put down the trays of food, trying not to wake up the sleeping pile of people on the sofa. I have to admit that I wish I were a part of that pile, but not because I’m jealous, just because I want to be close to her.
Always.
She actually seems like she may be able to handle all the parts of me that have made me too much for other people.
“I am suddenly so much more tired than I was a moment ago,” Storm yawns.
