Page 80 of Crimson Soul
“King Zelek needs my help,” he blubbered in between the twins, sobbing. “You have to let me help him. He’ll be so angry that my rescue attempt failed.”
“He deserves to rot in there.” Blaise sneered as he stared at the gate.
“How dare you!” he cried out. “King Zelek is the most—”
Blaise walked over and whacked him behind the neck with a straight hand before he could finish, and Mortala’s body sagged forward.
“Fuck!” Bran grunted, adjusting his hold on the demon. “Did you have to knock the fucker unconscious?”
“He’s heavy as fuck now,” Orenn complained. “Why don’t you carry him back?”
Blaise rolled his eyes, lifting Mortala up on his shoulder. “Better?”
“Much,” Bran said, glancing at the gate to the heart that still oozed black goo. “We’ll guard this gate, since the demon can’t be trusted to keep people out.”
“Or keep souls in, obviously.” I narrowed my eyes at the demon who was cowering under my gaze.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t tell Mother.”
“Oh, I'm bloody telling her.”
“I’ll tell Priamos. He handles delegating demon duties,” Bran said. “Deal with Hell’s government then focus on finding that fucking blood witch.”
“Wait.” Orenn pulled out a set of shackles and hooked them onto Mortala’s wrists and ankles while Blaise held him.
“What’re those?”
“Shackles made out of torbernite. They disable demon powers,” he said, locking them with a key and passing it to me.
I pocketed the key as we headed back toward her office with Mortala, and my nerves frayed. Would Lilith be okay after finding out one of her demons was working against her?
She may not be a human anymore, but she still had emotions. Too much betrayal was enough to make anyone go mad.
