by Linsey Hall
The horses took us to a main square in town where a fountain shot fire into the air. Four huge buildings bordered the square, and all had the empty, daunting look of ancient office buildings.
What needed administration in hell, though? Torture? Black magic?
The horses stopped abruptly, and I shifted forward in my seat.
I threw out my hands to catch myself, then looked at Maximus. “Ride’s over, I think.”
He nodded and jumped down gracefully. I followed, nearly getting caught up in my robes.
As soon as we were out of the carriage, the horses picked up their hooves and moved on, clip-clopping around the fountain and off up the street.
Maximus grabbed my hand. “Let’s find a place for recon.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” We were going to lose this glamour soon, and I didn’t want to be hanging around in the open as I shifted back into my normal self.
Together, we hurried toward the corner of the square. We tucked ourselves back into the entrance of an alley and surveyed the square we’d left behind. It was nearly empty, with only a few faded souls wandering through. They were as ghostly as the figures in Elysium had been, but there were two that were more solid. Whether they were dead or alive, I had no idea.
“This place is huge,” I said.
“We’ll just follow the most disgusting magic. Since Hecate rules this place, she’ll probably be at the end of it.”
It’d work, I bet.
Except for the fact that I was feeling good magic right now. “Do you feel that? The light magic?”
Maximus frowned. “A bit. What’s it doing here though?”
“Don’t get me wrong, this place feels like a collision of dark magic fireworks. But I’m definitely getting a hint of light magic.” I spun in a circle, searching for it. “It’s so out of place.”
“It’s not us?”
“No. But we should be careful to control our signatures. It’s different. And almost familiar.” I blinked, squinting at an alley about fifteen yards away. A cloaked figure watched us.
“Come on.” I grabbed Maximus’s hand and pulled him down the street.
We passed a shadowy person who looked down at our joined hands.
Shit.
We looked like the two old judges still. And I’d bet big bucks they didn’t hold hands. Too grouchy to hold hands with anyone.
I dropped Maximus’s grip, but I didn’t look away from the figure. Who the hell was it?
As we neared, I felt the magic of the glamour potion begin to wear off. I shivered as it went, wanting to see the person before I revealed myself.
“Judge.” The voice rasped like a phone sex operator with a pack-a-day habit.
I blinked. “Mordaca?”
Now that I looked at the figure, the hood rose unnaturally high on the head. Her magic burned at the back of my throat, the taste of good whiskey.
I couldn’t see the figure’s eyes, but I could feel her confusion. “Rowan?”
“Yes. You can sense my magic?”
“I’m good at sensing magic, even suppressed magic.” She dropped her hood, blinking at us from behind her mask of dark eye makeup. Her blood red lips parted on a confused smile, and I realized this was the first time I’d ever seen her without fifty percent of her tits on display. The robe covered her from head to foot, and she was clearly on some kind of secret mission.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Why do you look like that?” She squinted at us.
“I won’t look like this for long.” The glamour was really starting to tingle now. “Let’s get back into the alley.”
Mordaca stepped back without asking questions. We followed her into the alley, making it into the shadows just as the glamour fell away entirely. Maximus returned to his normal self, and I almost sighed with pleasure. Damn, he looked good.
I peeked down at myself, pleased to see that I looked normal, then up at Maximus. “How’s my face.”
“Beautiful as ever.”
“Quit flirting and tell me why you’re in this godsforsaken hellhole.”
I turned toward Mordaca. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“Okay, we’ll trade. But you go first.”
“Promise to reciprocate?”
She scowled. “Promise.”
“We’re looking for Hecate. It has to do with—”
“Saving the world?” she cut in.
“Well, basically, yeah.”
“You’re in the right place, then.” She pointed to something over my head. “Follow those symbols to the crossroads, then take the stairs down.”
I turned to look up at a symbol of two dogs and two torches. The torches were crossed, and the dogs stood on either side.
“It’s her crest,” Mordaca said. “You’ll find her if you follow it. And once you’re in her underground lair, your transport charm won’t work. I assume that’s how you plan to get out of here?”
I patted my pocket, where the stone was tucked away. “Yes.”
“Get out of there before you use it. They’ll only work on the surface.” Her eyes turned shadowed, as if she’d learned the hard way.
“Thank you.” That little bit of info would probably save our lives. “So, why are you here?”
“That’s my business.”
“You promised to share.”
She scowled and her eyes shot daggers. “Fine. I’m looking for Aerdeca.”
“Why is she here?”
“I never promised to reveal her secrets.”
“Wiley,” Maximus said.
“Very.” She grinned, her teeth glinting white in the shadows.
“What do you want us to do if we happen to find her?” I asked.
“You won’t.” She sounded so confident that I let it lie there.
“Good luck, then.”
She nodded. “You as well.”
I turned to go back to the street. As much as I wanted to grill her, this was the boundary of our friendship. She was clearly in some deep shit, but so was I. We’d help each other when we could, but right now, we each needed to help ourselves.
We were a few steps away when her voice echoed through the alley. “Rowan?”
I turned back.
“If you meet her, be tough. She respects that.”
“I’m always tough.”
“I know. And her pride is her weakness. Get her there.”
I nodded. “Thanks. Let me know if you need any help with Aerdeca.”
Her face softened, just briefly, and she looked like an entirely different person.
For the briefest moment, I realized that Mordaca wore a mask. Not just the thick sweep of black around her eyes or the crazy hair or blood red lipstick. But her.
I didn’t know Mordaca at all, I realized. Probably no one did. No one except Aerdeca.
I turned away, leaving her to it. But when I was back on earth, and they were, too, I’d figure out who the heck she was. Not just to sate my curiosity, but because I had a feeling I’d really like her.
“That was odd,” Maximus said as we stepped back into the main square.
“No kidding.” I searched for the symbol, my gaze finally landing on a stone carving on the side of a building. “There.”
We went to it, almost immediately spotting another one a little farther down.
“This won’t be so hard,” Maximus said.
“Famous last words.” I grinned as we continued through the square, following the symbols onto a busy road.
There were more skeletal carriages there, and the black buildings looked like they were shops. Horrible things were for sale, of course, and it reminded me of The Vaults back in Edinburgh.
Dark magic reeked in this place, and I couldn’t wait to get out of here. We passed by shadowy wraiths who looked downright miserable, as well as others who wore evil smiles. There were demons, too, and the flickering fires in the streetlights glinted off fangs and scales. I stuck close to Maximus, hoping that our semitra
nsparent forms helped us blend in. Our modern clothes weren’t doing us any favors.
Two demons spilled out of a pub that blasted with the sound of drums and some kind of screeching that made my hair stand on end. The demons went for each other like rabid dogs, swinging broken bottles and going for the neck.
Maximus and I darted out of the way and kept going, narrowly avoiding a fight. Those two had the look of drunks who would brawl with anyone, and I wasn’t going to volunteer.
“Nice place,” Maximus muttered.
“Peachy.”
The next street we came to was more residential, but the dark magic in the air made my stomach turn.
The sounds of hounds picked up again, and I frowned. “What’s with all the dogs? Where are they?”
“Beats me. I can’t see them.”
When we reached the crossroads, I stopped dead. “This has to be it.”
Where the two roads intersected, black magic sparked. It glittered in the air, bringing with it an even stronger stench of rotten flesh.
Maximus grimaced. “We’re definitely close.”
I pointed to an archway across the road, sitting at the corner of the crossroads. Hecate’s symbol was carved into the stone. “Bet you twenty bucks there are stairs under that arch.”
“Not taking that bet.” He grabbed my hand, and we crossed the street, hurrying in front of a carriage that picked up pace when it saw us, aiming to run us over.
I flipped the driver off, a demon with green fangs.
He just smiled wider.
“Dick,” I muttered.
Maximus chuckled and pointed to the arch. “I’m glad I didn’t take that bet.”
Jackpot. A wide set of stairs led down into the darkness. Torches burned on either side, and I shivered.
“It looks like something from nightmares.” I gave my voice my best witchy impression. “Come, come, down into the dark.”
Maximus wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’ve got you, babe.”
I grinned up at him. “You copping a feel?”
“Would you object?”
“With you, no. But I think I’ve made my feelings quite clear, so it wouldn’t be copping, technically.”
“Just responding to an invitation?”
“Exactly.”
“I RSVP yes.”
I laughed at the terrible joke. “Watch a lot of wedding shows when you were learning about the modern day?”
“A few.” He shuddered. “I learned what a bridezilla is.”
“Charming, huh?”
“Very.”
I wanted to joke like this forever, but we were literally in hell on a visit to the almost-devil, so now was not the time. “Let’s go.”
We started down, going side by side into the dark. As we descended, the baying of hounds became louder.
“They’re down here?” Maximus asked.
“I think they might be everywhere.”
We were deep underground by the time the stairs leveled out in a room that was about thirty feet by thirty feet. Hecate’s symbol was etched into the ground, and an archway of flame stood on the other side. We’d have to walk through fire to keep going.
I swallowed hard. “Fantastic.”
Maximus walked toward the flame, holding out his hand. Slowly, he moved it closer to the flickering orange fire. “It’s not hot.”
“Let’s go, then.”
Together, we walked through the flame. I couldn’t help the spike of adrenaline that hit me—it really looked like fire—so I closed my eyes.
Just as Maximus had said, it didn’t burn.
I opened my eyes on the other side and gasped. “Holy fates.”
“There have to be thousands.” Maximus’s gaze ran over the enormous crowd in the huge underground atrium. The ceiling was high, and though the room was enormous, the crush of bodies was intense.
“They’re all wearing identical cloaks,” I said. The red fabric draped over their forms, concealing them entirely.
“Hang on.” Maximus’s magic barely flared as he conjured two cloaks for us.
I threw mine over my shoulders and pulled up the hood. Maximus did the same, and I reached for his hand, determined not to let go. If I lost him in this crush, I’d never find him again.
“What can you see up there?” I asked. I might have super good eyesight, but he had the height. And in here, that was everything.
“Looks like there’s an exit on the other side, through a big arch. There’s a smaller group in front of it.”
“Let’s join them.”
He nodded and began to pull me through the crowd. As we pushed through, I realized that all the individuals were chanting something low under their breath. It was almost as if this were a worship session, but everyone was doing it on their own.
Praying to Hecate? Or someone else?
I couldn’t quite understand what they were saying. The words were too foreign or jumbled. How were they speaking, though? In Elysium, no one had been able to speak without an offering of blood.
Maybe that was why they worshipped her.
A cloaked figure slammed into us, tearing my hand away from Maximus. My heart leapt into my throat, and I bit back a scream.
“Maximus!” I whispered, reaching out for him.
The figure who’d slammed into us surged toward me, getting right in my face. Beneath the cloak, I could see crazed blue eyes and a vacant grin. He was semi-ghostly, just like we were.
The figure reached for my neck, hissing, “Invader.”
“No.” I smacked his hands away, but he thrust them back at me. Panic trilled along my spine.
If everyone here realized that we were interlopers, we were dead. No way we could fight them all. The figure wrapped strong hands around my neck and squeezed.
I might’ve looked dead because of the potion, but I sure as heck wasn’t. My neck ached and my lungs burned as he cut off my air.
Oh fates, he could kill me.
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Quickly, I drew a dagger from the ether and shoved it into his stomach.
Please work.
The figure opened his mouth as if to scream, and I smacked a hand over his lips, grimacing at the slimy feel. Ew.
I twisted the knife, jerking it upward.
The figure crumpled.
My blade slipped out as he fell, and I looked up, desperately searching for Maximus. He pushed his way past two people, stopping right in front of me.
“He could sense we were different.” My heart still pounded in my ears.
“Let’s hurry, then.” Maximus grabbed my hand again. This time, his grip was almost punishingly tight, but I squeezed back even harder.
We slipped through the crowd, trying to keep the shoving to a minimum. No need to draw attention.
By the time we neared the small group in front of the arch, I was panting. Despite the high ceiling, this place felt insanely claustrophobic. All around, people pushed and jostled, excited for something. Occasionally, I saw flashes of the people beneath the cloaks. All were ghostly, and all had the intense eyes of the man who’d attacked me.
It was a cult. Some kind of weird dark magic death cult.
And their leader was the one I was supposed to convince to give us world-saving info.
Yeah, that’d be easy.
Flames burst to life in the middle of the archway, briefly flaring a bright blue. The energy in the crowd rose, and excited murmurs filtered through.
Maximus’s grip on my hand tightened. I held my breath, waiting. The anticipation in the air was impossible to ignore, and even I started to feel a bit excited.
I took it as more evidence that I had an unnatural affinity for this place. No matter how hard I wanted to get rid of the darkness inside me, it was always there.
Just my freaking luck.
The flames flared bright purple, and the crowd surged forward. Maximus and I didn’t even have a choice. We were carried through on a wave of bodies, flowing with the crowd toward the purple f
lames. My heart thundered as we neared, and I struggled to move backward, to have some control of our destination. Maximus pulled back as well, but the crush of bodies was too powerful. They forced us through the flames, which reeked of sulfur and prickled against my skin as we passed.
Thank fates they didn’t burn.
We entered a room that was far smaller than the one we’d been in. The ceiling was about thirty feet high, and it was a narrow space, over a hundred feet long. On the far end rose a stone platform. A waterfall poured down from behind it, sparkling with dark magic. The crowd surged toward it, beginning to chant. Their words were unfamiliar, which meant they weren’t Greek, since I could now understand it. There were possibly some Greek root words, but this was some dark hell language.
The crowd stopped abruptly in front of the waterfall, leaving about twenty feet between them and the platform with the water pouring down behind it. Maximus and I stood right in the middle of them, pressed together.
Hounds began to howl, baying toward a moon I couldn’t see. I looked around, searching for them, but saw only the crowd of ghosts with feverish eyes.
“Where the hell are they?” Maximus murmured.
“No idea.”
The waterfall flared with dark magic, catching my attention. I turned toward it, unconsciously leaning forward with the rest of the crowd.
Whatever they were waiting for was about to happen.
A moment later, a tall figure stepped through the waterfall, her dark hair flowing down her back. Two tall dogs stood at her side, each skinny with sleek black fur and red eyes. They stood on the stone stage, staring out at the crowd.
The woman was beautiful in a cruel way, with thin lips and dark eyes. Her dress was a glorious purple sheath of silk, with flowing sleeves trimmed in gold.
Damn, Hecate could dress.
Her magic reeked of sulfur and rotten vegetables, and the smile that she shot the crowd was both satisfied and devious. She definitely liked being worshiped. With the way this crowd was nearly vibrating with excitement, they liked worshipping her.
Pride. That was her thing, according to Mordaca.
Her dark gaze traveled over the worshippers and stopped on Maximus and me. Her eyes widened.
Well, there went our cover.
I’d hoped to observe her for longer, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.
