Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella

by Kristie Cook

Jordan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “You think it will work?”

  “If it doesn’t, it’s not because of the potion. It’s because of the girl. She might be too human.”

  Jordan rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger for a long, silent moment. “Then we wait and we watch. When she starts showing signs, we must get to her before her mother does.”

  ***

  Jordan couldn’t wait long. His army needed attention. The new recruits lacked control over their bloodlust and would betray them all if he didn’t act. The Daemoni wouldn’t have the numbers to overtake humanity for a few human generations, and if they exposed themselves too early, the humans would fight back. He would lose all the progress he’d made. So he left Eris to keep an eye on the girl.

  After several weeks, Eris returned, appearing at his side as he watched a pack of werewolves train.

  “It’s not working,” she said, avoiding any preliminaries.

  Jordan snarled, the sound muffled by the growling and snapping of teeth from the fight pit. The revelation wasn’t a surprise to him—after all this time he’d come to accept the girl’s human weakness—but it still angered him to hear it pronounced. He had another plan, though.

  “How much potion is left?” he asked.

  “Enough for two.”

  “Take it all and go to Cassandra.”

  Eris sucked in a breath. “We agreed she might be too old. It could—”

  “She’s the last chance we have. If it doesn’t work, give both her and the girl the rest. Even if it kills them.”

  At this, a wicked glint shone in Eris’s eyes as her lips turned up in a smile. “If that’s what you want.”

  “Yes. That’s exactly what I want.” Jordan looked back at the fight pit where two wolves tore at each other with long fangs and claws. One of the wolves grabbed the other with its mouth, clamping its teeth on its throat, drawing blood. Excitement surged through Jordan’s body. “And I want to watch. Fetch me when you’re ready.”

  Two days later, Jordan crouched in the woods again as Eris greeted Andronika in the field of flowers.

  “Hello, again,” Andronika said with a smile on her face.

  “Hello, sweet one. I see you feel much better.”

  “I do. Your juice worked!” The girl studied the older woman’s face, biting her lower lip, as if wanting to ask something but not having the courage to do it. Then she finally blurt it out. “Do you have any more? I’d like Mother to try it. She really needs it. She’s so sad, sadder than even I was, and I’ve failed to make her better.”

  Eris smiled and so did Jordan. The girl couldn’t have made it any easier.

  Andronika ran for the shelter and reappeared a few minutes later, tugging on her mother’s hand. Cassandra stumbled after her daughter, blinking against the brightness of the morning sun. She looked even worse than she had before, her face vacant, her eyes distant, as if she didn’t see anything in this place or time. As if she was lost in the past. He recognized the look—their Father had carried it for some time after Mother had died.

  “Here, Mother,” Andronika said, placing Eris’s water skin in her mother’s hand. “This is what made me better. It will make you better, too.”

  Although the change in Jordan allowed his mind to run several thoughts at once, he focused every bit of himself on his sister. He watched her eyes travel to the water skin in her hand and back to her daughter, as if not comprehending. His pulse raced as Andronika forced her mother’s hand up, lifting the skin to her lips. His breath caught as she drank without question. And his heart leapt.

  He’d finally done it. His twin sister would have to see his side now. She would have to believe him now. She would have to admit he’d been right all along. She would have to join the Daemoni, where she belonged.

  Chapter 13

  A voice in the back of Cassandra’s mind told her not to drink from the water skin, that something was amiss about this grandmotherly woman and the drink she offered. The back of her neck tingled with the feeling of being watched and not just by Andronika and this woman. Her daughter’s eyes looked so hopeful, however, and she’d witnessed a definitive change in Andronika. Her mood had brightened and she just seemed more alive than either of them had since learning of Niko’s death.

  Andronika had attempted to reproduce the concoction on her own, saying the woman had told her the herbal ingredients, but she’d never been able to replicate it—nothing she made had the same effects. Cassandra could smell the same ingredients Andronika used in the water skin now, but she also smelled a bitter tang underneath the lavender, vanilla and other herbs. Perhaps that was the missing ingredient she needed. Or perhaps she was making a big mistake. But she didn’t want to disappoint her daughter and, by now, she was willing to do anything to move beyond her grief for Niko. So when Andronika lifted the skin to her mouth, she drank.

  The liquid felt neither warm nor cool in her mouth, but as soon as it hit the pit of her belly, it seemed to freeze. A bitter cold spread among her insides and her stomach tightened painfully, making her cry out. Icy shards entered her bloodstream and traveled throughout her body. Her heart sped, as if trying to outrun the cold, and uncontrollable shivers wracked her shoulders and arms. Her teeth slammed against each other and she tried to wrap her arms around herself, but she couldn’t make them move. She’d never been so cold in her life, even when she’d bathed in the streams up north during the winter.

  “Mother,” Andronika shrieked with alarm. “What’s wrong with her?”

  Cassandra never heard the answer. The shivers became more violent, more like the convulsions soldiers suffered just before dying. Unable to control herself or to feel any part of her body, she collapsed. She struggled to breathe, but she couldn’t draw in even the slightest bit of air and what was left in her lungs felt heavy and frozen. She wanted to say good-bye to her daughter, but couldn’t. Her head felt as though she’d been plunged into icy water and the words remained frozen in her mind. Her heart silenced. Everything went numb. The world disappeared.

  Cassandra’s mind floated in a sea of blackness that became a gray fogginess and when the fog began to clear, a strangled scream caught in her throat. I’ve been a good person. I led a good life. Why am I here? The scene in front of her, surrounding her, had to be Hell. Strangely colored fires blossomed around a dark, round cavern. Cloaked figures sat next to her on thrones that circled the room. Pure evil filled the air, a tangible feeling that wrapped tightly around her, trying to suffocate her. If I’m here … then Jordan was right … we are demons.

  “Yes, Jordan was right,” a terrifying voice echoed in her mind. “He was also right about you. You are stronger than we expected. You are a nice addition to the Daemoni.”

  The Daemoni? The word rang with familiarity, something Jordan must have told her.

  New visions flashed in her mind. Men and women waving their hands and sparks of light emitting from them, causing trees to burst into flames and water to rise out of lakes. Then she saw others, their bodies shimmering and then exploding. They disappeared, replaced by fierce beasts—some familiar, some she’d never seen before, all growling and snarling. More images showed men and women with white skin and perfect features except for their red eyes and teeth that looked like animal fangs. She watched in horror as those fangs slashed into the throats of innocent people, the monsters reveling in the taste of the blood.

  Then she saw Niko, her own dear, sweet husband, and tears sprang to her eyes. He, too, had the same pale skin … and fangs dripping crimson. His tongue ran over the tip of one fang, savoring the blood, his eyes closed and he grinned, as if he were in Heaven. But this was not Heaven.

  “No, it is not. But it’s not Hell, either,” said the frightening voice. “We are the Daemoni. We’ve brought Hell to Earth. And you will help us rule.”

  Never! She wanted to cry out.

  “It is time you accepted who—what—you really are. Jordan has given you new powers—”

  Jordan? He
did this to me? She heard her brother’s laugh in her mind, drowning out the other one.

  “Yes, little sister. I’ve made you like me. Together, we can rule the Daemoni. Rule the world.”

  She remembered the powers he’d displayed the last time she’d seen him and her frozen heart contracted, shooting pain through her chest.

  I don’t want to be like you. I told you that. I don’t want these powers. How could you do this to me?

  “It’s too late to fight it. Accept it. Embrace it. We will dominate! Earth will belong to the Daemoni and Satan will finally rule. Because of us.”

  “No!” The new voice bellowed from what sounded like right in her ear but also far away.

  Cassandra looked up and through a shimmering haze, she saw Father, with his large, white wings and long blades in each hand. But he wasn’t alone. The creature he battled also had wings, but black and rather than covered in feathers, a thin membrane stretched across them, like a bat’s wings. Horns protruded from its head and its eyes glowed red. It swung a black, jagged blade at Father, but he blocked it with one sword and jabbed at the demon with the other. The clash of metal against metal pierced Cassandra’s ears. The demon’s tail whipped, its pointed end slashing at Father, but missing. Father and the demon flew and twisted and rolled in the air, their blades arcing and slicing and parrying each other’s blows. Cassandra gasped when Father lost one of his blades.

  “You have to choose, my daughter,” Father spoke in her head. “Choose the life you want. The God you follow.”

  I’ve always chosen our life. Our God. The One and Only.

  Father gripped his remaining sword in both hands, spun in the air and arced it down, slicing through the demon’s throat. The head fell from the body. Black blood spurted. A hundred voices screamed in Cassandra’s ears, denying the loss.

  “Then your soul is ours, my daughter. It always will be.”

  Father lifted her in his strong arms and warmth flooded back into her body. Her heart restarted and the heat built inside her and spread throughout, down her arms and legs and into her fingers and toes. Her skin tingled as she regained feeling. Then the heat became too much and she writhed in her father’s arms, screaming at him to douse the fire. Liquid flames licked through her veins. And then her vision grayed out again.

  When it returned, she was back on the cliff top and she blinked against the bright light. Several paces away, Andronika and the old woman stared down at a body. Her body. How could that be? And there, on the edge of the cliff, stood a familiar figure. His wings were closed against his back. He turned when he sensed her.

  “Are we on Earth or in Heaven?” Cassandra asked him, confused by seeing her deathly still body separate from herself, her soul. He appeared suddenly right in front of her and reached his hand out to touch her face. She nuzzled her cheek against his palm. His blue eyes filled with love and longing.

  “In between,” he said. “We’re on the edge of the Otherworld, at the veil.”

  She remembered the veil from when he’d shared visions of his past before leaving them on Earth. She wasn’t exactly dead, but— Oh, no! Andronika! Her hand flew to her throat. Father took it between his.

  “You will return to the Earthly realm,” he said. “Your time there is not nearly over.”

  She let out a sigh of relief, tainted with grief. “I’ve missed you, Father.”

  “I’ve been here all along. Just on the other side of the veil.”

  “What’s happened to me? What did Jordan do?” Her voice rose several octaves as terror overcame her. “Will I be like him now?”

  Why didn’t he just kill her? She’d rather be dead than be evil.

  “Yes and no,” Father said. “Those visions you saw before were images of the Daemoni—mages, vampyres, were-animals—beasts created by the demons as Satan’s army.”

  “Jordan’s told me about them.” Her words felt heavy, her voice thick. She refused to be a part of them.

  “Jordan has given you a potion that combines their qualities.”

  Cassandra choked on the breath that lodged in her throat. Father wrapped his arms around her.

  “Do not worry. All will be well,” he said.

  “How can you say that? I don’t want to be like him! How can this happen? Couldn’t you have prevented it?”

  “We allowed it.”

  Cassandra pushed back from Father’s embrace and gaped at him.

  “You allowed him to turn me into a … a monster?”

  “We allowed him to create the potion. We allowed him to give it to you. That’s been his purpose all along. But this is actually our gift to you, so you may serve your purpose.”

  “My purpose?” Her eyes flashed. “And what would that be? Hurting and killing innocent people? Because that seems to be all they do!”

  “That’s what they do. Not you.” He took her hand again. “Come for a walk with me and let me explain. We have important plans for you and your descendants and I only have a short time to tell you everything before sending you back.”

  Cassandra walked with her father along the cliff’s edge, the waves crashing against the rocks below them and sending up a spray that she could see but not feel. Although this was her and Andronika’s cliff that had become so familiar to her, it felt different—not quite real. She couldn’t deny her father’s request to clarify even if she wanted to, because she had no idea how to return to her own realm.

  Father explained how the fallen angels—the demons—created the Daemoni and how the Daemoni were now building their army by infecting and turning innocent humans. He told her how they did this to Niko. She shook her head, denying that her husband could be like them. But then she remembered the vision she’d seen, what Father explained was a memory being shared with her by a vampyre named Zardok.

  “Can I do anything for him?” she asked. “He can’t want to be with them.”

  To her surprise, Father smiled down at her. “That’s exactly what your purpose is. No, Niko does not want to be with them. Neither do many of those they’ve turned. We allowed the creation of this potion, knowing Jordan would give it to you. We saw an opportunity for the Angels to build our own army on Earth, which is why we allowed it.” Father’s wings lifted slightly from his back. “The Daemoni need to be countered. They must be kept in check. Yes, you can do something.”

  “But what? How? I’m just like him now!”

  “You are not. Through this, we have given you our own gifts. Gifts of the Angels. You will use these gifts to convert those Daemoni souls that can still be saved. Some are already damned and you won’t be able to help them. But most retain some level of humanity and there is still hope for them. You can teach them how to live a good life, how to overcome their innate desires for human blood and flesh, how to use their magick for good, rather than evil.”

  “They will want this?”

  “Some will. Others will take convincing. Sometimes you may have to fight.”

  “Fight?” Cassandra shook her head. “I can’t do that, Father.”

  “You must, my daughter. Just as you saw me fighting that demon, this is a battle you must partake in. You are fighting for God and fighting for souls. If there is ever any reason to raise a sword against another, this is it.”

  “I don’t even know how to fight, though.”

  “Oh, but you do. We have given you powers, some to help people and others to aid you in battle.” He reached behind his shoulder and drew out a dagger from a sheath strapped to his back. “I made this for you. The vampyres will be the hardest to kill. The Daemoni believe only vampyres can slay other vampyres, but we have provided another weapon to be used against them and all the Daemoni. Silver. Like this blade.”

  She stared at the weapon he held out to her, not wanting to take it. A large, purple stone was embedded into the silver and gold pattern surrounding the hilt. It was a beautiful piece of art. She shook her head again.

  “I can’t … kill.”

  “You must protect yourself
and your people, Cassandra.You must protect those who cannot protect themselves. Even if it means killing Daemoni.”

  Father pressed the hilt against her palm and closed her fingers around it. The hilt warmed in her hand and the feeling spread upward into her arm. Now that she held it, she couldn’t bring herself to let go. She swung it as she’d seen Niko do while practicing his skills and the feeling felt just as natural as scratching an itch.

  She blew out a breath of resignation. “And I must do this alone?”

  “We will be behind you all the time, just across the veil, helping when you need it. You will grow your army, though, with those who convert. They will come to your side and fight for you against the Daemoni. You will lead them and later, Andronika will take over.”

  Cassandra’s breath caught. “Andronika? Oh, no, Father! Please don’t bring her into this. She doesn’t—”

  “It is too late. She already drank the potion, remember?”

  “But nothing happened to her.”

  “Yet. We have infused the powers of the potion into her blood and bone so that she may pass the qualities on to her children. Then, when it is time, she will change, too. She will receive our gifts, gain her powers and eventually, lead the army you are creating. She will grow it even more and pass it on to her own daughter. Your female descendants will lead this army for as long as they continue to exist on Earth … or as long as the Daemoni exists.”

  They walked in silence for several long moments and the more Cassandra thought about what Father had told her, the more she realized what a daunting task the Angels had given her. Why her? How would she ever be able to do this? Hundreds of questions flew through her mind but only one managed to come out of her mouth.

  “How do I save their souls?”

  “Lead them to the decision to desire it. Share your goodness with them and convince them to change. We will show the way from there.”

  Before she could ask another question, Father suddenly stopped and whipped around.

  “Our time is over,” he said. “Andronika needs us.”