by G. P. Ching
Lucifer’s Pride
Soulkeepers Reborn Book 3
G. P. Ching
Contents
Books by G.P. Ching
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1. Burn it All Down
2. Revelations
3. The Devil’s Dilemma
4. The Secret Society
5. The Visit
6. Connections
7. Aunt Millie
8. Call Me Liam
9. Confessions
10. Ultimatum
11. The Coven
12. Our Greatest Fear
13. You Slay Me
14. Demiurge
15. The Second Test
16. Hero
17. The Initiate
18. Reunion
19. The Deal
20. Things Left Unsaid
21. Free Lunch
22. Technothrob
23. The First Time I Died
24. Malice
25. Lost Boys
26. The Broken Tree
27. The Deal
28. Introductions
29. Gone
30. The Sacrifice
31. Theodor
32. Battle
33. Finn
34. The Fall
35. The Soulkeepers
36. Ever After
37. Paris High School
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
Grounded
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Lucifer’s Pride: Soulkeepers Reborn, Book 3
Copyright © G.P. Ching, 2018
Published by Carpe Luna, Ltd, PO Box 5932, Bloomington, IL 61702
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.
First Edition: May 2018
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Books by G.P. Ching
Soulkeepers Reborn
Wager’s Price, Book 1
Hope’s Promise, Book 2
Lucifer’s Pride, Book 3
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The Soulkeepers Series
The Soulkeepers, Book 1
Weaving Destiny, Book 2
Return to Eden, Book 3
Soul Catcher, Book 4
Lost Eden, Book 5
The Last Soulkeeper, Book 6
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The Grounded Trilogy
Grounded, Book 1
Charged, Book 2
Wired, Book 3
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1
Burn it All Down
Unforeseen consequences were the heartburn of life, the jellyfish sting during a swim in the ocean, a paper cut from a love letter.
As Finn Wager sat across from Hope on the bus to Revelations, he felt like a hero. He cradled Theodor’s pocket watch in the web of his fingers, Mike and Wendy’s souls contained inside. He’d saved them from Hell, and soon his friends would be safely back inside their bodies. Once that happened, Hope and Ms. D would have no choice but to welcome him home to Revelations with open arms. Everything he’d done, all the sacrifices and risks he’d taken, would make sense to them considering his ultimate goal.
But when the bus passed between the twin dragons that guarded the gate to Veil Island and Revelations Institute, everything took a turn for the unexpected. Although the familiar sifting of his soul had produced a small amount of discomfort in the past, this time it caused him heart-stopping pain. He gripped his chest and sent a pleading glance in Hope’s direction. But what could she do? A million pins impaled him, accompanied by the fading of his flesh. His cells came apart, swept backward through the dark electric tunnel of the bus’s magic portal.
He’d been rejected. The dragons that guarded the gate to Veil Island allowed only Soulkeepers inside. But Finn was a Soulkeeper. He had passed inspection before. Both the angel Gabriel and Hope had confirmed his status as a Horseman. What had changed? And where was he going?
A voice in his head, the kind that kept a person awake at night mulling over the things they should or shouldn’t have done, called to mind the ruined tree in the cemetery and the spells he’d used to turn it into a portal to Nod, spells he’d bound like enchanted tattoos to every square inch of his flesh. When he re-formed in the heart of the cemetery in New Orleans, the one he’d pictured in his mind, those tattoos were still pulsing and burning in the wake of his travels. He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d been rejected, but one thing was clear:
He wasn’t a Soulkeeper anymore.
“Ignite!” Theodor’s tone, high-pitched and frantic, reverberated off the surrounding tombs. Finn reoriented himself to face the tree. At a run, he wove between the graves, reaching his mentor in a few quick strides.
Theodor had vowed to destroy the tree hours ago and the bridge between worlds it represented. In Lucifer’s hands, it could reconnect the Devil with the source of his power. But the twisting branches of the ancient oak remained stubbornly intact. Despite the magician’s spells, the bark resisted any damage.
“What’s wrong? Why isn’t it burning?” Finn asked.
Theodor whirled, his shiny dress shoes kicking up loose gravel. The magician always wore the same black tuxedo. Usually, this formal attire, along with his waxy complexion and stoic personality, served to camouflage his reaction to whatever trouble he encountered. Not today. The magician had broken a sweat, and his usually impassive expression looked strained by exhaustion and frustration.
“Finn! I thought you were taking the pocket watch back to Revelations.” He glanced at his wrist. “You’re almost out of time.”
“The watch is still on its way.” Finn hesitated, but there was no hiding from the truth. “The guardians at the gate to Veil Island rejected me. I guess I’m not a Soulkeeper anymore.”
Theodor stilled, assessing him. One of his cards flipped over his knuckles and between his fingers. “No. I don’t think so. From what I’ve learned, being a Soulkeeper is genetic. It cannot be taken from you. I suspect it is your skin that was rejected by the guardians, and since you cannot harmlessly be separated from it, your entire body was transported here.”
“So, Ms. D was telling the truth. The symbols are an affront to God and nature.” Finn’s heart pounded, his anger rising like a red tide. “Great. That’s just great.”
“Some of the symbols. Not all.” Theodor took a deep breath. He gestured toward the tree. “I suspect the portal has something to do with it as well. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d intended my spell to transport me once, open and shut. Not to build a bridge between worlds.”
“You don’t say,” Finn snapped. “It seems as if a magician with your level of experience would realize this was a bad idea. Or that placing a binding spell in my skin might corrupt more than my flesh.” He held out his arms. “When exactly were you going to warn me about the consequences of what we did, Theodor?”
Theodor lowered his chin. “I did warn you, Finn. And by what you’ve told me, Hope and Victoria warned you as well. Your choi
ces were your own. Don’t deny it.”
Finn pointed at Theodor’s chest. “I had no choice. I had to save Mike and Wendy, not to mention your sorry ass.”
“Mike and Wendy may be the reason for your choice,” Theodor said. “But a choice you did have. You made it. I made it. And now we are paying the price.” He tugged at the sleeve of his tuxedo. The thing looked new again, although it had been scorched at the collar and cuffs only a few hours ago. Nothing but magic explained its freshly laundered state. “Now, help me destroy this tree before the consequences become much, much worse.”
With more grumbling than was necessary, Finn approached his side. “What have you tried so far?”
Theodor held up half his deck.
“Let’s try again. We’ll be stronger together,” Finn said. Side by side they tried to ignite the tree, then eviscerate it, then reduce it to dust. Methodically, they worked their way through Theodor’s deck, trying every spell with any hope of ending the bridge. Nothing worked.
“It must be resistant to magic,” Theodor said. “All magic.”
Finn arched an eyebrow at his mentor. “You’re a genius.” With a snap of his fingers, he conjured a chainsaw and pulled the cord, firing it up. “Nothing magic about this.” Finn lowered the blade to the base of the tree, but no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn’t even nick the trunk.
“It’s not working,” he said, sending the chainsaw back to where it came from.
“Only a blessing can break a curse,” a smooth voice said.
Finn and Theodor pivoted to find Damian Bordeaux glowing behind them like some kind of white-winged lighthouse. “How would you know?” Finn asked. “You’ve had your nose up the Devil’s ass for centuries. Excuse me if I don’t trust that the goose feathers and incandescence you’re putting off isn’t a highly tuned illusion.”
“Can’t you feel it, Finn? This tree is cursed. It’s surrounded by dark energy. Even the roots under our feet are cursed. Only divine intervention can undo the damage. I can show you.” He pointed at the tree. “I can do it.”
Finn groaned. “We don’t need your—”
“Please!” Theodor said, cupping his hand over Finn’s mouth. “We would appreciate your help.”
Damien stepped forward and raised his hands toward the heavens. Finn pushed Theodor’s hand away and curled his lip in disgust as the angel mumbled a prayer that made him glow more brightly. Where did this guy get off playing the angel after what he’d done to Hope? When he was still a fallen angel, he’d deceived her, played with her emotions. And now, he acted like those actions occurred in the distant past rather than days ago. Redeemed or not, he should have to pay for his crimes. Finn’s only recompense was that the guy was barred from Revelations too. No angels allowed. Only Soulkeepers.
Glowing like a star, Damien lowered his hands toward the bark but stopped short when the tree began to change. A human-shaped knot formed like a cancer on the trunk. Damien hesitated, as confused as Finn about what was happening.
“Theodor, what is that?” Finn asked.
“I-I don’t know. There was no one else where I was,” Theodor said. “Damien, finish this! Nothing good can come from the other side of that bark.”
But he was too late. Like a pimple popping, the bark split and a blur of hot pink hair whooshed past the angel. In a flash, Kirsa’s fist connected with Finn’s jaw. Theodor cast a card toward her, and she froze, her hand reaching for Finn’s throat. Finn ran to Theodor’s side.
“That won’t hold.” Theodor shook his head. He turned Damien back toward the tree. “Continue. Don’t stop, no matter what.”
The angel made no comment as he began again, raising his hands toward the sky.
Finn regarded Kirsa in her temporary catatonic state. “What was she doing in the tree?” Finn asked, his skin prickling.
“I don’t know.” Theodor smoothed his mustache.
“But… this means something,” Finn pressed. “Kirsa has been helping Lucifer for weeks. If she’s here, it means Lucifer has been here too! He must have sent her through. That’s why she wasn’t with him and Ravenguard at the warehouse.”
“Lucifer can’t set foot on hallowed ground,” Theodor said. But the words seemed to tempt fate. A dark fog rolled into the cemetery and coalesced on the pebbled pathway a few feet in front of them: Lucifer and Ravenguard.
“Correction, this was hallowed ground. Now it’s mine.” Lucifer raised his hands and released a pulse of dark energy toward the tree. Damien swiveled but couldn’t dodge the blast in time. Pummeled by Lucifer’s power, he broke apart into a spray of shimmering light that rained down at the base of the tree.
“No!” Finn yelled. He’d never been a fan of Damien’s, but he didn’t want him dead. How would he explain this to Hope? How else would they fix the tree?
Reflexively, Finn shielded himself while Theodor’s hand gripped his arm. He had a heartbeat to digest that Lucifer had raised his hands again and the look on his face was pure death. And then they were gone, incorporeal and traveling through space at Theodor’s direction. Finn didn’t know where the magician was taking him, but he knew this: they’d failed. Lucifer now had access to the bridge to Nod.
Wherever they were going, he needed to find a way to contact Hope. Finn and Theodor had made a mistake, and the greatest consequences were still to come.
2
Revelations
Mike Carson had never intended to come back to Revelations. Even the thought of roaming these halls again, a place where he’d suffered and drowned at the hands of resilience instructor Kirsa Hildburg, seemed inconceivable. Yet here he was. Not only walking the halls but also training in them, participating again. Crazy how life could turn on a dime. He’d wanted normalcy. What he got was a pedestal with his name on it.
“Try again,” Hope said. “Push yourself. You need to move faster.” She hurled an apple at him. Pressed into the meat of his palm, the triquetra pendent Hope had given him pulsed. The blessed object came alive inside his fist, sending an arc of razor-sharp light over his knuckles. It was a chakram of pure energy, a circular weapon that drew on the power of the heavens above. He had no business wielding it.
His blow sliced through half the apple as it flew past him, not deep enough to cut in half. Hope winced.
“I’m moving as fast as I can,” Mike told her, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’m a three-sport athlete, Hope. I’m not dragging ass over here.”
She picked another apple from the basket. “No. I get that. You’re fast for a human.” She frowned. “But you’re not human anymore. Healers—all Soulkeepers—are naturally faster and more agile than any human alive. It’s part of our genetics.”
“I guess my genetics haven’t kicked in yet.” He thumped his chest. What did she want from him?
“When you move, try to connect with the base of who you are. Open yourself up to the light. Accept everything good and bad about yourself and channel that into your blow.”
Mike stopped and stared at her in unveiled annoyance. “I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.” They were in the armory, the same place where Kirsa had once tortured him hour after hour. To his left, there was a bloodstain on the mat of the fighting ring. He was almost certain that was his blood. He remembered Kirsa stabbing him there.
This place left him rattled. No, he didn’t want to open himself up in here. In fact, if it was possible for a soul to erect reinforced steel walls, Mike had those suckers in place times three. “If I’m off my game, this place ain’t helping.” He pointed to the bloodstain.
Hope tossed the apple she was holding straight up and caught it in her hand. “I have bad memories of this place as well. That’s why it’s the perfect place to train. When you face the Devil or his devotees, the situation is never optimal. You might be weak or injured. You’ll probably be too hot or too cold or wearing the wrong clothes. Your battles won’t take place in a controlled environment. Believe me. I know.”
Mike groaned and shook his
head. “You don’t know. You were born for this, trained for this from the time you could walk. You have parents who did this before you.” He straightened and moved his neck in an exaggerated circle. “You had your own angel following you around like a puppy dog. That’s not me. I don’t belong here. I don’t want to do this.”
“Mike…”
“No. Listen to me.” He charged her, finger pointing at her chest. “I don’t have parents. I have an aunt who is fifty-two years old this year and is the only family I got. I can almost guarantee she isn’t eating right with me away—won’t waste the food budget on herself. I have a truck that needs fixin’, a job that needs doin’, and I live in a house with paint peeling off the siding. I didn’t ask for this. So excuse me if I’m not performing to expectations.” Mike opened his fist and removed the triquetra. He looped the chain over his head to return it to his neck. “I’m done for the day.”
Hope grumbled, “No way. We have so much more to do. You will never survive against a demon given the shape you’re in.”
Ignoring her, he headed for the creaky metal stairs that led to the platform overlooking the training ring and the only exit to the main floor of Revelations.
