The memory of Pestilence’s lecture to one of the victims boosted Reseph’s resolve. Not that he’d been wavering about this. But it would be so much easier now.
As he strode across the room, all gazes latched onto him. Even those who had been on the verge of cl**ax stopped to see what was going on. They’d know soon enough.
He was going to kill them all.
His target wasn’t in the room, which meant she was probably in her private quarters. Unimpeded by her guards, he threw open the door and there she was, wearing only high heels and getting it on with a female Trillah and a male Ramreel.
Smiling, he drew his sword. “Hello, Mother. Did you miss me?”
Thirty
“My son.” Lilith came smoothly, seductively, to her feet, and Reseph felt Pestilence purr. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the two demons, both of whom gave Reseph a wide berth as they slunk away. “You were rumored to be dead. I’ve missed you.”
No doubt she had. Pestilence had brought her notoriety and attention. “Cover yourself.”
She narrowed her violet eyes, so like Limos’s. “Who are you?”
“Mother, I’m hurt.” He feigned a pout. “You don’t recognize your own son?”
She hissed and stepped back so fast she wobbled on her blood-red stilettos.
“Reseph.” She spat his name as if it were poison. “Where is Pestilence? I can sense him inside you.”
Moving forward, he put pressure on Lilith, using his height and size to keep her on edge. Unlike Ares and Than, Reseph had used his physical stature to intimidate others only a handful of times. This was the best of all of them, and he savored Lilith’s discomfort.
“Thanatos drove Deliverance through Pestilence’s f**king heart,” he said. “He’s trapped, and he’s not coming back.”
“Then why are you here?” She eyed his sword, and for the first time he saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes.
“I want to know who my father is.”
She looked at him like he was daft. “Yenrieth. The name is in all the legends.”
“I know that,” he ground out. “But there is no Yenrieth serving in Heaven. So he’s either dead or is fallen and took a new name. Which is it?”
“I have no idea. Why would I have kept track of him?”
“Maybe because he knocked you up.”
She snorted. “So?”
“So what did he say when you told him he was going to be a father?”
It was a question he’d never thought to ask, because truthfully, he hadn’t given a shit about the male who had sired him. Giving a shit meant dwelling on questions like this, and Reseph had been all about not dwelling. But his time as Pestilence and his relationship with Jillian had given him a new appreciation for family.
“Who the hell cares? I hid all of you from him anyway.”
“Hid us? You gave us away,” he growled.
“Except for Limos.” She sighed dramatically. “And what a disappointment she turned out to be.”
A burst of hatred went through him, but he forced himself to not give in to it. Yet. “So you know nothing of our father.”
“Why does it matter? If he wanted you, he’d have come forward, and if he’s dead, he’s… dead.”
“We don’t believe he’s dead. There’s evidence that suggests he’ll be the one to break our Seals in the biblical version of the Apocalypse.”
Lilith’s eyebrows shot up. “Really.” She moved to a painting she had done herself, a gruesome depiction of an orgy, and shifted it aside to reveal a recess in the wall. She reached inside and withdrew a parchment. “I drew this picture of Yenrieth so I wouldn’t forget a single detail. He was so beautiful. A perfect, sketchable specimen.”
He snatched it from her and sidestepped when she tried to rub up against him. His own mother. Disgusting. Turning away, he looked down at the drawing. In an instant, all bodily functions came to a violent stop. His breath caught, his heart seized, and his synapses stopped firing. Holy hell.
“This… isn’t possible.” His voice was a trembly rasp.
Lilith plucked a jagged-edged dagger from the wall, the one she favored for genital mutilations. “He has the same wing-shaped mark on his inner thigh that you have. Verify it yourself, if you can find him.”
He glanced at his reflection in the mirror behind Lilith’s bed. Jesus, the resemblances were there, plain as day. “Why did you give us up?” He returned his gaze to his mother, ignoring Pestilence’s hungry growls. “Why did you leave me with a woman who spent more time brushing her hair than she did with me?”
It was stupid to ask anything of Lilith, and he wasn’t even sure why he was bothering. The shit had gone down five thousand years ago, and none of it mattered now.
“I gave you up to ensure your survival. I knew you’d be powerful someday, though I couldn’t have predicted how powerful.” She dragged the blade across the palm of her hand and studied the wet crimson streak that bloomed. “As for the human who raised you?” Lilith shrugged. “She kept you fed and clothed. Stop whining, you ungrateful brat.”
“Fed and clothed? She f**king abandoned me for days on end while she was off f**king around. I nearly died in a fire because she left me alone. Clearly, your adoption screening process needs some tweaks.”
She laughed, a cackling, grating sound that had him gnashing his teeth. “I despise you, Reseph. I’m looking forward to seeing Pestilence again.”
Reseph lunged, slamming her against the wall with his forearm across her throat. “What do you know about Gethel’s plans to bring him out?”
“Nothing.”
Reseph increased the pressure on her neck. “Lie. Try again.”
A strangled cough fell from her lush lips. “I know Harvester has been tortured for an item in her possession. Gethel and Lucifer want to expose you to it. They’re certain it’ll bring out Pestilence.”
“Did they get it?”
“I don’t know. I swear.”
With a shove, Reseph pushed away from Lilith. Damn. It wasn’t going to be easy locating either Gethel or Lucifer.
Lilith cleared her throat, gathering her composure before she gestured to the door with the tip of the knife. “Now, be a good boy and fetch one of the females in the cages. You can f**k her while I make her scream. Then we’ll kill her together. It’ll be like old times.”
Pestilence writhed excitedly inside him. Disgusting memories boiled up, turning Reseph’s stomach, and he was done with this conversation.
“You. Are. Vile.” In a smooth, fast arc, he brought his own blade down between Lilith’s neck and shoulder.
Lilith shrieked as he cleaved through her body. That was the thing about succubi—they tended to be more fragile than other species of demons, and sure enough, he ended her pathetic life with another strike that took her head from her shoulders.
The infamous bitch was dead.
He didn’t stop with Lilith. His rage had taken on a life of its own, and he turned her sex den into a bloodbath. His armor, which grew stronger when it absorbed blood, fed well, and when he was done, only the prisoners in the cages were alive. He released them and then gated himself out of there.
He had an appointment with his father.
Reseph went to Jillian’s place first, knowing he shouldn’t, knowing that seeing her was going to turn him inside out. But he had to make sure she was okay after the way they’d left things.
Reseph wrapped himself in a khote spell and strode, in absolute invisibility, into the barn. The lights were on, and the animals were carrying on the way they did when food was coming.
Jillian was inside, but instead of feeding them, she was sitting on a bale of hay, tears streaking her cheeks. Reseph’s skin shrank in self-loathing.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered.
Jillian sniffed and looked up. Looked right at him. Son of a bitch. She couldn’t see him, but clearly, she’d sensed him. He remained motionless, as if doing so would make him even more invisible. Idiot.
At least Pestilence wasn’t causing any trouble. The demon was currently in so much agony at losing Lilith that Reseph could feel it in dull pulses in his gut.
Good. The bastard deserved to suffer.
Eventually, Jillian dashed away her tears with her coat sleeve and got to work with the animals. She moved more slowly than usual, and she looked like she could use a week’s worth of sleep. He wished he could do something for her, but he was pretty sure he was the last person she wanted to see right now.
Reluctantly, he backed out of the barn and opened a gate to Ares’s place, but according to one of Ares’s Ramreel servants, he, Cara, and Rath had gone to Limos’s. He gated himself there, and great; as if seeing Jillian hadn’t been torture enough, he felt an instant hurt at the scent of grilled meat and the sound of Maroon 5 blaring on the sound system. Apparently, everyone had gathered for a party, and Reseph hadn’t been invited.
Didn’t matter that Reseph understood their reluctance to embrace him as if nothing had happened. It still stung.
He found his siblings and their families hanging out in front of the house, and they weren’t alone. It looked as if half the Underworld General staff was there, too. Kids were everywhere, playing on the beach with a couple of hellhounds chasing after them, and Limos was running the portable bar.
One of the hounds, Hal, saw him and turned into a black, sharp-toothed bullet. Shit. Reseph couldn’t risk a battle with the thing, not when he needed to prove he wasn’t an evil bastard. Pestilence had killed enough hellhounds as it was. He threw a gate, but before he could step through, Cara’s command stopped Hal in his tracks.
Still, the canine snarled, his eyes glowing red, and one of the other hounds began a slow crawl toward Reseph as well.
Cara called them both back. Reluctantly they obeyed, although they put themselves between Reseph and Cara and the kids.
Limos put down the margarita blender, and suddenly the music went off and all went silent.