Instead, he looked miserable. Dejected. He trudged in and dropped onto where I'd just been sitting. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands.
"Hey, Hugh," said Cody. "Isn't it a great day?"
I knelt down on the floor in front of Hugh, so I could look straight into his eyes.
"Hugh, what's going on?"
He simply stared at me, dark eyes mournful and bleak. I'd seen Hugh angry, elated, and exasperated over the years, but I'd never seen him depressed. It would have bothered me, if not for the fact we had a few other things to worry about than his hurt feelings just now.
"Hugh! We've all lost our…" I frowned, not sure what to call it. Powers? That sounded too Justice League. "…abilities."
"I know," he said at last. "So have I."
"What powers did you even have?" asked Cody, apparently not minding the superhero comparison.
"Multitasking?" teased Peter. "The ability to balance books and collate?"
I shot him a quick glare over my shoulder and then glanced at Cody to explain. "Imps see souls-everyone's life energy. They can tell whose soul is good and whose is bad."
"I know that," said Cody. "I just thought there was…more."
Hugh sighed. "You can't imagine it, Georgina. Not having that ability now. It's like losing one of my senses. Or going colorblind."
"I know exactly what you mean," I told him.
"Not likely. When you can't see energy and souls around living beings, the world is so…empty. It's dull."
"Why did it happen?" I asked gently, trying my best to squelch my own escalating fear. Internally, I was still reeling. My shape-shifting was gone. My immortal signature was gone. The marks that defined me as Georgina Kincaid, succubus, were gone. "What's going on?"
Hugh's eyes were still sad and unfocused, but finally, he looked at me and studied my face, like he'd just noticed me in front of him. "We get our various gifts and immortality for selling our souls," he began slowly. "Those unique abilities-and their side effects-come from our contract with Hell and are filtered through our archdemons. It's what lets them keep track of us. We're…connected…" He frowned, grasping at how to best explain the system through which Hell managed its employees.
"I know what you're talking about," I said. Cedric would know if I crossed into his territory simply because he could sense me when I was close enough. Jerome, so long as he was my supervisor, knew where I was at all times and if I was hurt. He was always aware of me, always tied to me. "Our…powers…are transmitted from Hell, through Jerome, to us."
"Right," Hugh said. I waited for more, but that seemed to be all he had to say.
"Right what? Why are our abilities gone?"
A bit of the normal Hugh exasperation glinted in his eyes. "Because Jerome is gone."
"Jerome's gone all the time," Peter said. "We can never get a hold of him. We can't get a hold of him now."
Hugh shook his head. "You aren't getting it. When I say gone, I don't mean hiding from us at a bar. I mean gone . Vanished. Disappeared. Might as well not exist for all intents and purposes. No one knows where he is. Not our side, not the other side. He. Is. Gone."
Dead silence hung around us for what felt like an eternity. And that was saying something.
Peter's voice was hard to hear when he finally spoke. "And as long as he's gone…"
"…then so are our abilities," I finished.
CHAPTER 11
Cody asked the obvious question.
"So…if he's gone …how did that happen?"
Hugh rubbed his eyes. "He was summoned."
"Oh, shit," said Peter. His fun-in-the-sun joy disappeared. He looked as grim as Hugh and me. "That changes everything."
I glanced between him and Hugh, feeling as naïve as Cody. "What's that mean exactly? I've heard of summoning, but that's about it. I don't know any specifics. I don't know anyone it's happened to."
Peter nodded. "Me either, but I know what it is. Basically, a powerful human calls and binds a demon to his or her will. That human can then imprison and control the demon."
"Like Marlowe's Dr. Faustus ."
We all turned to stare at Cody. Citing highbrow literary references was usually my thing, not his.
"What?" he asked, looking uncomfortable under our scrutiny. "I had to read it in high school."
I looked back at Peter. "Okay, we're immortal, and we could never even scratch a demon. How could a human control one?"
"Humans who use magic wield a different kind of power than immortals. Besides, from what I've heard, those who summon demons often have help," explained Peter. He glanced at Hugh for confirmation.
"From another demon," the imp said.
"Whoa. Let's go back to the part about controlling demons. What exactly is this human making Jerome do?" asked Cody.
"Probably nothing," said Hugh. "Or else someone would have found him by now. My guess is he's just being hidden."
Cody frowned. "Why? If you've got a pet demon, why not use him? Otherwise, what's the point?"
It all came together now. "To get him out of the picture," I said slowly. "That's it. The final piece in all this weird demon intrigue. That's what all the misdirection was building toward."
"Right. Cedric gets rid of Jerome, and suddenly there's an opening in Seattle for a new archdemon. And if Jerome doesn't return soon, they will get a new archdemon and reestablish the hierarchy here." Hugh gestured to all of us. "The status quo will resume."
"Let's stick to 'when' he returns and not 'if,'" I said. "And I don't think Cedric's behind it."
"Of course Cedric's behind it," said Hugh. "They've been fighting over territory, right? You of all people should know that."
I shook my head, recalling Cedric's exasperation and Nanette's smug look. "No…I think Cedric's being set up here. If you ask me, it's Nanette who's behind it." I gave them a quick recap of my observations of her with both Cedric and Jerome.
Hugh arched an eyebrow. "Portland Nanette? She's hot, I'll give you that, but she's not that strong."
"All the more reason for her to mess with Jerome and Cedric. She's been worried about them dragging her into their turf war. Besides, if she combined her power with a human capable of a summoning…"
"Yeah," he admitted. "She could maybe do it…but that doesn't mean she did. My money's still on Cedric."
"Wouldn't she get in trouble for that?" asked Cody.
"Only if she's caught," said Peter.
I sighed. "And in the meantime, this is bad for Jerome."
"Glad to see your powers of stating the obvious didn't disappear with your shape-shifting," remarked Hugh.
I shot him a glare. "I mean reputation-wise. Nanette told me lots of people have been keeping an eye on Jerome because of all the stuff that's gone down here-particularly with letting nephilim escape. They think he can't keep control. Even if he surfaces tomorrow, I've got to imagine that getting summoned in the first place won't look good."
"It won't," agreed Hugh. "In fact, that's the other reason I stopped by. A bunch of demons are having a meeting tonight to talk about replacing him. Back room of the Cellar at seven."
"Wow, they move fast," said Cody.
"It's nothing official. Once word got out that Jerome was gone, every demon maneuvering for power moved in like that." Hugh snapped his fingers. I refrained from pointing out that all demons were maneuvering for power as a general rule. "They're mostly just here to assert themselves-show how tough they are, cozy up to Grace and Mei. They might try to schmooze us a little, actually."