Empower: Violet Eden Chapters: Book Five

by Shirvington, Jessica

  Lincoln laughed so hard he had to grab his stomach.

  ‘What?’ I asked, fighting his contagious bouts of laughter.

  He took a deep breath. ‘Do you have any idea how much noise we, er you, made last night? Aside from that little issue of the most powerful Grigori known to this world just happening to drop her shields completely. In a city filled with exiles.’

  I blushed and bit my lip. ‘That was where you disappeared to,’ I murmured, remembering the way he had left the room.

  Lincoln was still smiling widely. ‘I talked to security and had them put some extra hands on external protections.’ He shrugged. ‘I figured if there was a chance that … I wanted you protected.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said, relieved that he had been of sound enough mind to think about such things.

  ‘And …’ he added, his smile now dimming a little, ‘my guess is, the only reason no one beat my door down to see who was killing you was …’

  My smile dropped away altogether. ‘Phoenix.’

  He was the only explanation. Lincoln was right; with the amount I’d screamed as he’d mended my soul, the whole house would have heard.

  But Phoenix would have felt it.

  I jumped out of bed looking for my clothes.

  Lincoln pointed to the chair. ‘I stopped by your room and grabbed a few things from Zoe,’ he said.

  ‘Thanks. God, we shouldn’t have—’

  ‘Yes, we should have,’ Lincoln said adamantly.

  I shook my head. ‘But we should’ve waited.’

  ‘No. We shouldn’t have.’

  ‘But we … and he … It wasn’t fair!’

  Lincoln grabbed me by the shoulders. ‘I’m not going to apologise, Violet. You were hurting. Do you think I was going to let that go on once I knew you were ready? Do you really think Phoenix would’ve wanted you to go on? He more than anyone would know what pain you’ve been living in. Christ, Violet, I felt it in you last night. I have no idea how you survived the past two years.’

  His expression was so haunted that all I could do was nod and fall into his arms. ‘Okay. Okay.’

  His shoulders relaxed.

  ‘But the whole house heard us?’ I asked in a small voice.

  The quiet chuckle returned. ‘Possibly the whole street.’

  I groaned.

  He chuckled again.

  I found Phoenix on the roof. It was the first place I looked. Maybe it was because of the shared essence that I could easily sense him. Or maybe it was just because it was us, and I knew him.

  He was in his usual black pants and had on a lightweight navy sweater that really suited him. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking down towards the now-quiet streets of the French Quarter.

  I was sure he knew I was there, but he didn’t turn to face me.

  We stood in silence for a minute and then I said, ‘I’m sorry.’

  I could almost feel the effort he was putting into closing off his emotions from me and it made me sad, though I understood. ‘I’m not,’ he said.

  When I didn’t respond, he went on. ‘It’s terrible, isn’t it? I’d take so much back, if I could. But also, I’m not sorry in so many ways. Do you understand?’

  He’d found me. Phoenix had found someone he wanted to love, someone he did love. It had pulled him apart and hurt both of us, just as my love for Lincoln had. It was still there and its effects had been both terrible and beautiful. But they had been his choices. His will. Griffin had once said it perfectly, when I’d faced my choice to embrace, knowing how hard the decision was and that it must be made of my free will: he’d called it a terrible freedom. Phoenix’s love for me had been his own version of this. But he’d found his strength in it as well. His redemption.

  I reached out and took his hand and when he wrapped his fingers around mine I could feel our connection. More than friends. More than a past relationship. More, even, than a mutual essence. We were a shared story, a history, and still … an unknown. We stood together, holding hands, looking out to the world and not at one another as I promised him, ‘I understand.’

  After a few minutes he cleared his throat and I wondered if he’d been crying but I still didn’t look. It seemed like we’d agreed to not allow our eyes to meet.

  ‘What am I going to do?’ he asked, not just me, but the universe.

  ‘What do you want to do?’

  ‘Apart from slaughter Lincoln, you mean?’

  I almost smiled, but it was too close to the truth. ‘Apart from that.’

  ‘I want all I’ve ever wanted: I want to belong.’

  My heart clenched to hear the sadness in his voice and because I didn’t know how to make that dream a reality for him.

  Of course, he knew this and didn’t wait for me to come up with some lame response. Instead he changed the subject. ‘Sammael wants the ultimate power over life and death. He hates Michael more than any other angel. Michael has thwarted his every plan and Sammael wants his revenge.’

  ‘How, Phoenix?’

  ‘By bringing Michael to battle.’

  ‘But no angel is permitted entry to earth, not in a physical form. There’s no way an angel like Michael would do that.’

  ‘I know,’ he said. And in just those words, the way he said them, I understood.

  ‘The link between the realms,’ I whispered. Phoenix, still holding my hand, squeezed. ‘My blood.’

  ‘Your blood.’

  By the time Phoenix and I came downstairs, everyone was assembled in the living area, preparing to move out to the navy vessels that would become our base of operations from here on out. Steph was in the corner looking giddy. I was about to force my expression to neutral but then I spotted Lincoln standing near the door to the kitchen, his eyes fixed on me, and there was no way to stop the smile.

  Screw it! They all heard everything last night anyway.

  So, in front of everyone, I strolled towards him, smiling when his eyes widened. By the time I reached him he was smiling too. And then I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

  Wrapped in melted honey and sunny days, I laughed at the variations of cheers, whistles and calls to ‘Get a room’ but mostly, I just basked in all that was Lincoln and our love.

  Finally ours.

  When I pulled back and looked over at Steph she was crying like a baby – with a big smile on her face. I winked at her. ‘That quiet thing really worked.’

  She burst into a snotty laugh and Salvatore put his arm around her, while Gray, standing alongside them, gave them a hopeless look. But when I caught his eye he gave me a quick wink – his blessing. And it meant a lot. He’d held me together the past year and our friendship had come to mean so much more to me than I had ever before let myself acknowledge.

  ‘Can we please go and kill some exiles now?’ Carter called out gruffly. ‘No wonder I never wanted to work with you people. It’s like a bloody soap opera!’

  I looked over at him, smiling, but in full agreement. It was time to go and get Spence.

  ‘They’re out on the river,’ I said, surprising everyone in the room except Lincoln.

  ‘That’s impossible,’ both Ray and Leila stated.

  I shrugged. ‘You’re just going to have to accept that I’m right. And I am. Once we get down to the river I’ll see if I can help you see through the glamour they’re using.’

  ‘What exactly do you mean when you say they are on the river?’ one of the conductors asked.

  ‘They have a big-ass steamboat.’

  Ray shook his head. ‘There’s only one steamboat left in these parts and that’s a tourist attraction.’

  ‘The red and white one?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes, that’s it.’

  ‘Yeah, well there is another one: it’s grey with blue trim and it’s got all sorts of bad coming off it. There’s also a helipad on the top. My guess is that’s how they’ll bring in Spence.’

  I looked at Steph, who had pulled herself together and refocused. ‘What did you find
out?’

  She stepped forward. ‘Dapper was right. It appears New Orleans is Sammael’s city. He made it, and as far as he’s concerned, that makes him God. We believe he’s played many roles in the history of the city. He was one of Marie Laveau’s husbands and through her he controlled the focus of religion and worship. But Sammael is Voodoo. He used exiles and Nephlim to create illusion and influence human minds, generating belief in all of his magic. He was behind a number of terrible slaughters and massacres and we suspect he was even responsible for the many disasters that have touched this land. The floods, the yellow-fever epidemic, the hurricanes …’

  ‘But why would he attack his own land?’ Carter asked.

  Steph nodded, happy with the question. She was turning into such a scholar. ‘Because it’s sinking. Close to seventy per cent of the city is already below sea level and only protected by the surrounding levies. In just the past seventy years more than seven hundred thousand acres of wetlands have disappeared.’

  ‘He’s losing his hold on the land. It’s the natural order,’ Phoenix chimed in, causing all eyes to zero in on him. I could see his weariness and understood that those who did not know him found it hard to accept that he wasn’t like all the other exiles. But for now I was grateful that they seemed willing to listen. ‘The land was never intended for the air, but for the sea. It will be returned. It must,’ he explained.

  ‘But it’s not that simple,’ Zoe protested. ‘People live here.

  There’s three hundred and fifty thousand in the city alone.’

  ‘It’s the natural order,’ Phoenix said again, his tone matter-of-fact.

  ‘And since Sammael knows this too, we fear that he’ll take matters into his own hands. It looks as if he’s trying to rewrite a new history,’ Steph added.

  ‘I don’t understand,’ I said.

  ‘Thank Christ,’ Carter muttered, while I noted Gray had his eyes cast down contemplatively.

  Steph rolled her eyes at Carter. ‘Sammael sees himself as a god, and history credits a great deal of destruction to God. Biblically speaking, when it comes to entire cities; cities that look like they’ve lost their way; cities like New Orleans …’ She shifted uneasily.

  ‘He’s created his own Sodom and Gomorrah,’ Lincoln said, and I felt his worry surge through our bond.

  Steph nodded.

  I wasn’t great with my history but I knew enough. ‘But those cities were destroyed.’

  Steph struggled to hold my eyes as she responded. ‘Yes. No one was left alive. And when Sammael has what he wants he’ll make an example and …’

  ‘He’s going to destroy New Orleans,’ Gray finished, finally joining in the conversation and looking up, his face pale. Looking much like how I felt.

  ‘Okay,’ I said, trying to look for the out-clause. ‘So what does he want?’

  Steph shook her head. ‘I don’t know. But it will be something finite. He wants to change the way of the world. All I know for sure is that we definitely do not want to see that world.’

  ‘But how?’ Zoe asked, clearly confused. ‘How would he make a new world?’

  Silently my mind ticked over, and I wasn’t completely surprised when Phoenix spoke. ‘By killing the Weigher of all Souls,’ he said, finally freeing the information that, as an angel, he was prohibited from sharing.

  Steph snorted. ‘What? God? Does Sammael even know if God exists?’

  Phoenix raised his eyebrows and wandered over to Steph’s laptop that rested open on the coffee table. ‘Sammael was once an angel of the Sole, Steph. There is every chance he knows everything.’ He sat and started to tap away on the keyboard.

  ‘Oh,’ she said. ‘But that still doesn’t mean he can just go and … kill … God. Does it?’

  Phoenix spun the laptop around to face the room and flicked through screens showing different pieces of artwork.

  ‘These are all images of the Final Judgement. In the centre you will see that there is one who holds the scales for all souls. Look closely,’ he invited the room. ‘Tell me what you see.’

  I didn’t need to look. I knew my art. I knew these works. But that wasn’t why I had the answer. Phoenix had already told me in as many words.

  ‘He has wings,’ I said.

  Steph looked closer and I heard her gasp. ‘The Weigher of all Souls is an angel,’ she said.

  ‘The Commander and Chief. The most loyal and ruthless. And above all else, irreplaceable,’ Phoenix said.

  ‘Michael,’ Gray said softly.

  No one disagreed.

  Phoenix closed the laptop and stood up, briefly meeting all the wide eyes in the room then settling on mine. ‘By killing Michael, Sammael will extinguish humanity’s ultimate judgement, thereby removing the greatest of consequences.’

  ‘Heaven and Hell,’ Steph said.

  Phoenix nodded. ‘No human knows what they truly are, what awaits them after death, but the idea is enough to make most people consider the final outcome. Take away accountability, conscience will soon follow, and the world …’

  He looked down. ‘The world will slip into anarchy.’

  ‘With Sammael at the helm as its new god,’ Lincoln said.

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  ‘He who does not punish evil commands it to be done.’

  Leonardo da Vinci

  from my place, lying on my stomach, wedged between Lincoln and Carter on the roof of the Governor Nicholls Street Wharf, I had a perfect view of the river. I could see both the battleship we had hovering just around the bend and the steamboat glamoured beneath a thick fog anchored in the middle of the Mississippi.

  ‘Once we get your boy, we should just green light the navy boys to blow up the whole damn thing. You know, simplify,’ Carter said, still grumpy it had taken him the longest to break down the glamour and reveal the steamboat. Lincoln hadn’t needed any time at all. Our powers were once again linked. What I saw, he saw.

  Of course, that went both ways.

  ‘There are humans on that ship,’ I said, even as I shuddered. Having a connection to Lincoln’s power meant that I was again able to see the shadows left behind by exile interference. Almost the entire city was shaded. I’d never imagined that something so tainted was possible.

  Mia, lying on the other side of Lincoln, looked appalled. We had teamed her with us since we were in the most exposed position. Mia was a senior Ghoster and her skill-set meant she could produce a ‘look away’. It was similar to a glamour, but instead of making us look like something else, she made us look like nothing. If a pair of eyes – exile or human – looked upon us, they would simply not register that we were there.

  ‘Yeah, well, they made their choice. Greater good, purple. Sometimes you gotta make the tough decisions,’ Carter pushed.

  The worst thing was, as much as I wanted to smack Carter over the head for even considering it, I knew there would be many who would agree with his point of view and I worried that with the high number of soon-to-arrive Grigori, including Josephine, this view would receive more attention.

  I shook my head. ‘We don’t kill people, Carter. That’s not our job. Nor our right.’

  ‘Is that what you tell yourself?’ he asked, rolling slightly from one hip to the other to reposition. ‘You see the line so clear?’

  ‘Of course,’ I said, though my voice wavered. There had been a time I’d found the choice to return exiles, to take my blade to them, a difficult one.

  Carter shrugged. ‘Maybe it is. But that doesn’t change the fact they went and got themselves human bodies. We call them exiles but you can’t pretend there is nothing human about them.’

  ‘We give them a choice, Carter. It’s the most we can do. They choose,’ Lincoln said.

  Carter snorted, making me feel uncomfortable because I felt an element of what he was saying had merit and according to him that made me a hypocrite. ‘You really think they can choose anything? They’re insane. Their choice will only ever reflect that.’

  ‘Either way, Car
ter, that doesn’t change the fact that we will not harm the humans on that ship if we can avoid it,’ I said firmly.

  ‘Not to mention,’ Lincoln added, ‘that unless you were planning to blow up the boat with Grigori shrapnel, it would at best only injure the exiles on board.’

  Carter grunted. ‘We could always fill it with something else,’ he said looking at my wrists.

  I flinched and Carter froze when, beside me, Lincoln growled. I could feel the overwhelming anger flow from Lincoln in waves, and from the look on Carter’s face, he could too. I hadn’t told Carter about my blood, but he’d been privy to a lot of information lately and, with the number of rumours circulating, I wasn’t surprised he’d put two and two together.

  ‘Of course, we could always just stick to the plan,’ Carter said, looking back out towards the river, clearing his throat. ‘It’s a good plan.’

  I bit my lip to hold back my smile and discreetly slid my hand into Lincoln’s. Instantly I felt the tension in his body ease.

  Mia shifted closer to the edge. ‘Come on,’ she chanted impatiently. ‘Please, we need to get him back.’

  ‘We will,’ Lincoln consoled, and I felt a clear flash of his feelings towards her: warm, protective, deriving entirely from his sense of brotherhood with Spence. And I realised that was why Lincoln had been looking out for Mia the night she was dancing with Gray, and why he had often deferred to her counsel when it came to matters that affected Spence’s life.

  I tightened my grip on his hand, my heart clenching.

  Mia nodded and kept her eyes fixed on the steamboat.

  I looked out to the other positions where we had hidden our small teams. It wasn’t as easy to sneak up to the river as we had hoped. There was a lot of open land, which made visibility a problem, and the streetcar line divided the river from anywhere we could park surveillance vehicles. So, we had broken into small groups and scattered.

  Gray and Salvatore were captaining speedboats currently on standby. Tactically positioned close to the navy Destroyer and on opposite sides of the river, they waited for our signal.