Sins of Eden

by SM Reine

  Paetrick crumpled, and a moment later, there was something standing on his chest—something with huge paws, bright eyes, and white fur. Elise’s magic curved around it. Paetrick’s mouth opened in a scream. His back arched.

  The wolf ripped free.

  He slumped on the dirt, still human.

  Elise’s magic surged again. A second wave crashed into the pack, illuminating the night with orange fire. Her voice kept echoing.

  Ipse venena bibas…

  The floorboards creaked behind them. Abram released Levi just in time to see Abel rounding the corner. He didn’t seem to have seen them holding each other—he was staring out the window at Elise, his golden eyes very bright, expression inscrutable.

  And then the light cut off.

  It took time for Abram’s eyes to adjust to the return of darkness. By the time he could see again, people were struggling to stand with trembling legs. Nobody had died under the crush of Elise’s power. That alone seemed like a small miracle.

  The garden was so much more crowded than it had been a few minutes earlier. Wolves milled among the humans, greeting each other by licking each others’ faces and swishing their tails. They were smaller than werewolves became on the full moon, more like the actual animal. Abram would have believed that they were the real thing if they hadn’t been semi-translucent.

  Whenever a human bumped against a wolf—or whenever they should have bumped against a wolf—their arms or knees went right through them, like they weren’t even there.

  The wolves were nothing but spirits. Barely more than ghosts.

  Levi’s jaw dropped open. “Oh my God.”

  Abel stepped outside and Abram followed him. They stood among the garden’s shriveled bushes as still as the decorative statues while wolf spirits gamboled around them. Abel watched the wolves playing with a weird expression. Not like he was angry, or upset, but almost…guilty.

  “Before I ever got bit, me’n Seth killed over a dozen werewolves,” Abel said.

  Abram understood. He’d seen werewolves outside of Rylie’s control once or twice. They’d always been crazed, vicious—downright mean. It was easy to imagine hunting and slaughtering them.

  There was no hint of meanness in these animals.

  He stepped aside when one of the wolf spirits rushed between his legs. The wolf chasing it passed right through his knee. Their soft huffing noises as they ran echoed through the garden.

  Elise approached the men. She looked even more bemused by the exorcised wolves than Abel did. “I didn’t expect that.”

  “What did you expect?” Abram asked.

  “I thought they would have been more violent, like werewolves on a full moon.” She sidestepped in time for another wolf to run past her. “Angels and demons have committed a lot of sins. What happened to werewolves might have been the biggest of them. I think this is what they should have been like all along.”

  Happy goddamn puppies? Summer would have loved it. Abram was tempted to go upstairs and grab her just so that she could see.

  “Thanks,” Abel said stiffly.

  Elise pulled her gloves back on. When she spoke, her voice was strained. “It’s for her.”

  A shudder rippled through Abel’s shoulders. “Yeah.”

  “Take them. They’re yours now,” she said. When he started to move away, though, she grabbed his elbow. “Use them to protect Abram.”

  It was a dangerously stern order. Abel had never taken orders well, not when they had come from his mate and definitely not coming from a demon. Abram braced himself for a fight.

  But Abel just said, “Yeah.”

  His agreement seemed to relax Elise, and she released him.

  When Abel stepped into the middle of the garden, the wolves all stopped moving.

  Luminous silver eyes turned to focus on him.

  Abel didn’t speak to them. But one by one, they sank onto their forelegs, displaying submission.

  The corner of Elise’s mouth lifted in a smirk. She headed toward the back door, leaving her strange and surreal work behind her.

  Abram followed. Several of the wolves broke away, winding around his legs. He could almost feel their furry flanks brushing against his knees. “Why do you want the wolves to protect me?” he asked Elise’s back.

  “You know why,” she said without looking back.

  So she knew what the attack from the hybrids had meant. His heart sank. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I’m going to use your blood,” Elise said. His hand twitched for his gun. “Don’t bother drawing that. I won’t kill you, and you can do whatever you want once I’ve opened the gates to Eden.”

  “You really think you can kill Belphegor?”

  “If I can’t, nobody can.” It wasn’t exactly a motivational speech.

  “Hope you’ve got a better plan than that.”

  A ghost of a smile moved over her lips. “I hope so, too. The wolves are the beginning of it.” She opened the hotel’s rear door. “If we survive this, remind me. You’re a kopis. I can teach you to perform exorcisms, too.”

  He was startled. “Why?”

  “Why not?” she asked, standing aside to let him into Gora Hotel. “We might need more of this in the future.”

  Abram didn’t understand what she was talking about yet, but she did seem to have a plan for the future. The fact that she even thought there might be a future—any future at all, much less one that needed another exorcist—was weirdly comforting.

  For the first time since leaving New Eden, ever since the sky had broken and the world began to burn, he felt a touch of hope.

  Elise held her composure all the way down the hall and up the stairs, while she felt Abram’s eyes on her. It wasn’t until she was alone on the second floor that she stopped to stare at her hands.

  Twenty-two exorcisms. All successful.

  It had barely tapped into the wellspring of her power.

  She sensed James approaching and turned. He hung back several steps. Worry knitted his eyebrows together. “Are you all right?”

  Was she? Elise didn’t feel overwhelmingly hungry. The light from the candles throughout the hallway didn’t make her skin ache. She could leave her mind open to the sense of James’s beating heart, tasting the slosh of its pulse on her tongue, and didn’t feel the urge to attack him.

  She was definitely all right. More than all right. She’d cast magic with ethereal influences, and it hadn’t hurt her at all.

  “I’m fine,” Elise said, and she couldn’t keep the note of wonder out of the words.

  She stepped into James’s room. Belphegor had restored the wall that Nathaniel had destroyed, but the furniture was singed, and many of the papers on the desk were ash.

  James hung back in the doorway. “Anthony’s reported that we’re ready to leave for the gate, but we need to talk about this. What makes you think we’ll even be able to reach Belphegor at this Eden gate?”

  Elise briefly considered telling him the truth—that she had everything she needed to unlock Eden and brute force her way in.

  She immediately dismissed it. He might not have had his magic anymore, but she didn’t want to dangle the possibility of entering the garden in front of him. It would be like expecting a heroin addict to ignore the bottle of Vicodin in the medicine cabinet.

  “Belphegor will come out as soon as he realizes I’ve brought an army to his doorstep.” The lie came out smoothly.

  “How can you be certain?” James pressed.

  She gave him a level look. “I know Belphegor better than anyone else.”

  He raked a hand through his hair, shook his head. He still wasn’t returning her gaze. “Lord, Elise. I hope you know what you’re doing. Provoking a god…”

  “Not the first time.” She gathered the least burned of the papers. Almost all of the runes were damaged, but she’d be able to reconstruct them.

  “This will be the first time that god will have been sane enough to destroy you. Destroy everything. I
don’t think you understand exactly how much he can hurt us if you make him angry enough.”

  “I understand what he can do.” She’d seen what Nathaniel could do, and Belphegor was far more malicious. “That’s why we’re going to have to see if we can unmake Belphegor’s godhood.”

  “It’s not possible.”

  “It has to be possible. I’m not going to accept any alternatives.”

  James hesitated then stooped to pull something out from under the bed. The steel falchion. It still hummed with the memory of James’s magic.

  He offered it to her.

  Elise forced herself to take it, even though knowing that it was the vessel that had rendered James mortal made her feel ill. She sheathed the sword quickly. “Thanks.” She extended a hand toward him. “Want to come with me?”

  “Where?”

  “My library in the Palace. Paimon knew about geneses. He might know more—maybe how we can kill Belphegor.”

  “The library in Dis,” James said, as though reminding himself. He squared his shoulders. “I’ll come with you.”

  Elise curled her fingers around his. James’s hand was just a hand, bones and muscle and blood encased in mortal flesh, which was growing loose with age.

  He stiffened at the contact. “Elise—”

  She didn’t let him finish. Together, they phased into Dis.

  Six

  The Library of Dis was quiet when Elise appeared on its top floor. She couldn’t see beyond the stacks, but it felt like the whole tower was empty.

  James collapsed beside her, shoulder slamming into one of the bookshelves. Elise couldn’t help but watch with pity as he vomited. Switching between dimensions had always been difficult on mortals, but James had begun growing accustomed to it. Now it was like he had never phased before in his life.

  When he finished, she helped him to his feet without remarking on it.

  James pulled away from her touch far too quickly.

  Elise emerged from among the stacks. When she looked over the railing, she realized that the library wasn’t unoccupied after all.

  In fact, half of the Palace’s residents were packed inside the library. The lower levels were so full that there was no room to walk without running into people.

  She couldn’t hear any of them talking. It was still whisper-quiet, the perfect atmosphere for study.

  “What in the world?” James asked.

  “The librarians must have enchanted the upper levels to be quiet,” Elise said, skimming the minds of everyone below her. They were mostly human. They were afraid.

  Not a good sign at all.

  Elise climbed down the spiral stairs. A man waited for her at the bottom, looking totally unsurprised by her appearance, as though he had known the instant that she had phased into the Palace.

  He very well might have. Gerard, like Elise, was blood-bound to the Palace wards. He always seemed to know what was happening within their walls.

  “Explain,” she said by way of greeting.

  “It’s the sky,” Gerard said. “It peeled open. We had to move everyone inside where it was safe.”

  “What do you mean, peeled open?”

  “The atmosphere’s gone all inhospitable to humans. Most demons, too.” Someone bumped into Gerard, nearly knocking him into Elise. “Can’t go outside at all without risking death. It’s bad, Elise, it’s real fucking bad. Wards on the library are strongest, so everyone’s here for now.”

  There weren’t many bathrooms in the library tower, no kitchens, and definitely no dry baths. Conditions must have been very bad indeed to use it as a refuge.

  Gerard wasn’t the only one who had noticed Elise’s arrival. Murmurs spread through the ground floor as people stopped to look at her—some wearing pajamas, like they were in the middle of the biggest, most depressing sleepover ever.

  Elise saw more than a few smiles. They thought she’d come to save them.

  “Fuck,” she growled, massaging her temple.

  James’s hand brushed the small of her back. A brief gesture of comfort, which he quickly withdrew.

  The reminder that her former aspis couldn’t look at her or touch her anymore wasn’t, unfortunately, very comforting.

  “You didn’t come back for us,” Gerard said, giving her a too-knowing look. “It’s worse on Earth, isn’t it?”

  “It’s still habitable for the moment.” She grimaced. “I didn’t come here to give help. I came here to get it. Is Paimon with you?”

  Gerard jerked his chin toward the space underneath the stairs, and Elise turned.

  Someone approached from among the stacks. It wasn’t the short, frog-like librarian who emerged, but a woman wearing steel-heeled boots, a cropped Original Sin shirt, and a latex skirt. She held a dog’s chain wrapped around one hand. On the other end trotted Ace.

  Neuma’s face brightened at the sight of them. “Elise! You’re alive!”

  For an instant, Elise forgot everything about the looming apocalypse. She dropped to one knee beside her dog, earning a swipe of his smelly tongue along the side of her face. She scratched him between the shoulder blades. His tail thumped against the ground.

  Neuma embraced her tightly the instant she stood again. Elise didn’t have to pretend that she was happy to see Neuma, too—not when Elise had left the Palace thinking that it would be the last time she’d see her friend.

  One of Neuma’s arms was occupied with a bundle of books.

  “Light reading?” Elise asked.

  “I’ve been pulling books out of the stacks because me’n Gerard were trying to find a fix for, you know, that.” She pointed at the ceiling. Elise took it to mean the broken sky beyond. “And I was back there letting Ace take a dump, too. Stay out of the books on human history from 1780 to 1799.”

  Paimon must have been really distracted if he wasn’t freaking out about a dog shitting in the library.

  “Have you found any information in the books?” Elise asked.

  “Not yet. Problem is, there are a lot of books, and we’re too busy to search fast. The staff’s freaking out.” Neuma pulled a face. “I could distract ‘em all, but making a bunch of scared people horny isn’t real helpful.”

  “I’ll have to redirect your attention again,” she said. “I need your help with something more urgent. Apocalyptic, in fact. I’m sorry.”

  “Ain’t it always? Don’t tell me. Mobilize the army.”

  “I’m so transparent.”

  Neuma didn’t smile. “Bad news about that, doll. The army’s down to less than half the numbers you had when you left last time. Lots of them got sucked out of Dis when it first ripped open.”

  “Sucked out?” James echoed.

  Now she found her smile—a heavy-lidded expression that managed to look invitingly seductive despite the circumstances. Neuma had always had time to hit on people she found attractive. “Yeah. Sucked. It’s a lot less fun than it sounds.”

  “It doesn’t sound fun,” he said, though the tops of his cheekbones were colored a faint shade of pink.

  “On the bright side, I’ve already got the surviving army ready to go, ‘cause Dis obviously isn’t safe anymore. We can move as soon as we find a way out of here,” Neuma said. “Jerica’s looking for one right now.”

  “Good thinking,” Elise said.

  “Earth is in our sky. Doesn’t take much thinking to tell when it’s time to evacuate.” She planted a kiss firmly on Elise’s lips. “I’m just glad you’re alive to come with us.” Neuma swatted Elise’s butt, and then James’s too, for good measure. He jerked away from her. “Nice to see you too, handsome.”

  James turned to watch her leave the library. It would have been difficult for anyone not to. Neuma’s draw as a half-succubus was almost as compelling as Elise’s, except that Neuma made no effort to hold it back. And her ass did look great in the skirt.

  “I’m going to find Paimon,” Elise said.

  He didn’t respond until the door swung shut behind Neuma, concealing her from vi
ew. “Paimon. Yes. Right.”

  Elise’s brief amusement at James’s expense vanished as soon as she waded back into the crowd, trying to reach the opposite shelves.

  Her staff stepped back as she passed them, making room for her and Ace. Like James, none of them wanted to touch her, though they hung close enough to stare.

  Their emotions were overwhelming in such close proximity—even more overwhelming than the smell of hundreds of people who hadn’t scraped the stink of sweat from their bodies in days.

  So much fear, hope, and despair. All of it focused on her.

  It didn’t get better when Elise climbed the stairs. The refugees were on the second and third stories, too. All watching. Waiting to see what she would do.

  Paimon wasn’t on any of the lower floors. “Has anyone seen the librarian?” she called, loud enough for the nearby staff to hear her.

  Those near enough to hear her shook their heads.

  She headed upstairs to continue looking, and James accompanied her at a safe distance. “I can begin combing the library for information while you look for Paimon,” he suggested from a few steps below her. “I became familiar with the organization of the stacks while designing Lincoln’s cure.” The cure that he had ended up using on himself as well.

  “Okay. Take a look.” She passed Ace’s chain to James. “I’ll be right back.” The pit bull didn’t seem happy about the transfer. His ears flattened to his skull. A low growl rumbled from the barrel of his chest. “Be nice,” Elise said, fixing Ace with a hard look.

  Without a mortal to hold her back, she could search by phasing into shadow and darting around the tower.

  Despite the size of the library, it didn’t take long to determine that Paimon wasn’t there at all.

  She rematerialized a few minutes later beside James.

  He had looped Ace’s chain around the nearest lamp, forcing the dog to stay behind as James searched through the books. Apparently, the two of them hadn’t been able to get along for all of sixty seconds—the hems of James’s slacks were tattered with the imprint of canine jaws.

  “No librarian?” he asked, plucking another book off the shelf. “Will you go organize the army, then?”