No moon. No stars.
Yet something was stirring up there. Something oppressive. Hostile. A malevolent turbulence-as if some dark spectre was watching over them.
A long row of burning torches lined the narrow road, and the walls on either side looked like huge, blackened beehives fashioned out of dark stone.
Homes, Callahan thought, but left it at that.
She didn’t want to consider what might be living inside. And she hoped she’d never have to find out.
Up ahead was what looked to be the center of the “city”-if you could really call it that-a cluster of ancient stone structures with pillars and archways surrounding an open square.
But a normal city would be bustling with activity, and this one wasn’t. In fact, it was deserted. A ghost town. No one milling about. No lights in the windows. No sounds. No nothing.
And Callahan wondered why.
“Where is everyone?”
“Asleep,” Michael said quietly. “And be thankful for it. In a few hours this place will be crawling with creatures you’d best not see. Otherwise you might not get back to the overworld with your sanity intact.”
Too late, Callahan wanted to say, but she remained silent.
She’d been to cities all over the world, traveled to some of the most dangerous places imaginable, but as they moved toward the empty square, she’d never been so unnerved before. Never felt a weight like this. An uneasiness so deep that it seemed to drag her down.
The threat here was not so much external as it was internal. And she suddenly realized that what she felt was despair. The despair of a thousand lost souls all gathered in a single place, buzzing inside her like bees in a hive.
If her father had felt only a fraction of this before putting that gun to his head, then she understood why he’d done it.
No one could live with this feeling for long.
She glanced at LaLaurie and knew he felt the same. He’d already had his taste of hell, and she was pretty sure it had been more than enough.
They came to a stop, then Michael ushered them under the shadows of an archway.
“Wait here,” he whispered. “And keep your voices low. You really don’t want to wake anyone up.”
Callahan frowned. “I thought you said this was neutral ground?”
“For angels,” he told her. “Everyone else is fair game. That’s why they call it Pandemonium.”
He was gone for an eternity.
After leaving them behind, Michael had crossed to another archway and disappeared beneath it, swallowed up by a curtain of darkness. When several minutes had passed and he hadn’t returned, Callahan started feeling restless.
“What the hell is taking him so long?”
“Give him time,” LaLaurie told her. “He obviously knows what he’s doing.”
Until now, LaLaurie had been uncharacteristically quiet. Callahan wasn’t sure what was bugging him-other than the obvious-but he hadn’t been the same since they’d escaped Belial’s most recent assault.
She knew he had seen something on those pages that she wasn’t privy to, but she figured it couldn’t be any more horrific than what they’d experienced so far.
Deciding to risk getting her head bit off, she said, “What’s going on, Professor? You’ve barely uttered a sound since we left the church.”
LaLaurie looked at her with pain in his eyes. Then he said, “They want me to kill her.”
Callahan wasn’t sure what he meant by this. “Kill who?”
“Who do you think?” he asked. “The sacred traveler.”
“What are you talking about? Who put that crazy idea in your head?”
“The pages.”
Callahan frowned, knowing by his look that what he’d seen must have been extremely disturbing. “So are you ready to tell me about them now?”
“I just did,” LaLaurie said, raising his voice.
The sound echoed and something fluttered nearby. Something coming awake. They both froze. Waited. Then it settled down and was quiet again.
LaLaurie kept his voice low.
“According to the pages,” he said, “releasing the traveler has two possible outcomes. In scenario one, if the traveler stabs herself at the pleasure of the dark angels, Satan will be released and the gates of hell-the Abaddon-will flood open.”
“And scenario two?” Callahan asked.
“If she’s released by someone with an untainted soul, she’ll become a warrior angel, drive the demons back to hell and create a paradise on earth. At least that’s the way I interpreted it.”
Callahan shifted uncomfortably. “I think I’d prefer option two.”
“You don’t get it,” LaLaurie told her. “We’re talking about a young girl here. In either case, she dies. And in that particular scenario, I’m the one who has to kill her.”
Callahan said nothing for a moment. Then she asked, “So what do you plan to do?”
“That depends on you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m thinking of going with option three.”
“Which is?”
“We take the girl and nobody kills her. We hide her away until the eclipse has come and gone and she lives to see another day.”
“I know your intentions are good, Professor, but wouldn’t that work to the dark angels’ advantage? If we believe what Philip told us, they’re planning on opening those floodgates with or without the sacred traveler.”
LaLaurie shook his head. “They can try, and I’m sure they will. But they’ve tried before and didn’t make it. The human spirit is too strong. And I’m betting they won’t be able to do it this time, either. Not without the girl.”
“And you’re willing to take that risk?”
LaLaurie looked into her eyes, and she could see that there was no doubt in his mind about this. “If creating some kind of utopia on earth requires me to take the life of another living, breathing human being, I’m sorry, but you can count me out. Self-defense is one thing, but this is flat-out murder.” He paused. “We’re talking about the future of humankind, right? And the way I see it there are only three actual human beings directly involved in this little drama right now. The two of us and her.”
There was some sense to what he was saying. “But what about Michael?”
“What about him? I don’t think he’ll stop us.”
“Are you sure? He has a lot invested here. Centuries of looking for the traveler. What makes you think he’d just throw his hands up and walk away.”
“He wouldn’t be bothering with any of this if he didn’t respect humanity and the concept of free will. He already told me it was up to me to decide, and I think he’ll respect that decision, whatever the consequences.” He paused. “So are you with me?”
“Look, Professor, I understand what you’re saying, and I appreciate the sentiment behind it, but I’m not sure I’m willing to risk the alternative.”
“What’s the oath of Custodes Sacri?”
“I think you know.”
“Protect her. That’s what it’s been all along, right? What better way to protect her than by protecting the human being she’s become.”
“You haven’t even met this girl,” Callahan said.
“And that makes a difference? I’m sure in your profession killing someone is no big deal, but-”
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?”
He was right. Callahan had been asked to kill before and she hadn’t hesitated. It wasn’t common, but it was part of the job. And she honestly had no trouble targeting a bad guy.
But this was different. This was an innocent girl they were talking about. She wasn’t a drudge or sycophant, who had given her soul away. And she hadn’t asked to be who or what she was.
The line had to be drawn somewhere, didn’t it?
“All right,” Callahan said. “I’m with you.”
And as they stood there contemplating their decision, Michael emerged from the darkness and approached them. To Callahan’s surprise, he’d added an additional weapon to his arsenal-