34. The Choices...continued

     Alarmed at Cantrell's sudden interest in Katy, Lily dragged her deeper into the kitchen out of the man's sight.  After tossing the bloody knife into the garbage and fighting off a sudden bout of roiling nausea, she turned to look at Katy's white, tear-streaked face.  “Are you all right,” she whispered.

     Shaking her head, Katy swallowed roughly around the lump of fear still wedged in her throat.  “Dom's father is...”  Unable to continue, to find the right words, she reached across the counter, tore off a paper towel and wiped her face and eyes.  “So that makes Dominic, what?  Half a demon?”  Shivering, she remembered the moment his eyes had blazed red, though she knew his anger had been directed at the beast, not her.

     “I’m not sure what he is, except possibly Daniel's brother.” Shaking her head, Lily looked sadly into Katy's eyes. “After hearing that horrible story, I just…I don’t know what to think.”

     “He’s not bad, Lil. He’s not like the monster his father is, I’m sure of it.”

     “You can’t be sure of anything, Katy. You barely know the guy,” Lily protested.

     “But I do know him.” Taking Lily’s hand, she pulled her back toward the living room. “And somehow I’ll prove it to you.”

     Dom shot a quick glance at Katy as she and Lily came out of the kitchen. She’d been crying and wouldn't meet his eyes.  Though the distance between them nearly unmanned him, it was best that she no longer wanted him, trusted him. Better that she feared him.  While he glared belligerently at his father, his mind raced.  This situation wasn't remotely similar to any of the scenarios he'd envisioned over the years while planning his father's destruction.  But now, to secure Katy's safety, all that mattered was to find the missing piece of this bizarre puzzle.  It was time to play.

     “Considering my low tolerance for boredom,” Dom said sarcastically, “how about a revelation or two to liven the party?”

     “Ah, my son, so many revelations, one hardly knows where to begin,” Cantrell said affably, but though he smiled, it did nothing to warm the ice in his gaze. “Let us all sit, shall we?”  When no one moved, he sighed despondently, as if the burden of dealing with such uncooperative children was just too heavy to bear. “Stand then, I don’t care.”

     Jamieson Cantrell took his time, and a long swallow of his drink, before he finally spoke. “By a pure fluke of alchemy and research, I inadvertently opened a portal between the Abyss and this realm.  I couldn't resist the temptation to explore, and after a time I realized that with the right army, the possibilities to expand my dominion were at hand.” He sighed. “It was such a perfect plan, but when I tried to return, to raise my troops, I found the portal closed against me. At first I was enraged, then I found a multitude of ways to entertain myself while working on a solution to the problem. Chief among those entertainments was amassing a fortune and building an empire, but I took a particular delight in my experiments in procreation.” 

     Shaking his head in mock despair, Cantrell said casually with a shrug, “I went through so many weak and worthless women over the years until,” he smiled broadly at Dom, “one finally brought forth my son.” His words, ripe with gratification, dropped like stones into the room.  “Your mother proved unworthy in the end, of course, but by then it didn’t matter because I had you, my son.”  Caught up in his vile tale, Cantrell didn't register that Daniel's lunge toward him had been effectively thwarted by both Wardens.  Slapping Dom jovially on the back, a human gesture completely at odds with the demon lord’s total disregard for humanity.

     Daniel spoke up then, angry at the Wardens. “What are you waiting for?” he snapped at Taurin. “Haul him off, yank his chain, revoke his visa. Send the bastard back to Hell,” he snarled. Rife with hatred, his eyes burned as he faced Cantrell and hissed, “You will never touch Lily or that book.”

     Cantrell glanced with disinterest at the beautiful emerald green book with the golden script where it lay on the coffee table. “Such fools. It was never about the book.”

     He laughed with malicious delight at the incredulous, disbelieving stares. “Allow me to spell it out for you since I don't plan on being here much longer. I needed a book to draw a Warden. Several years ago I found a woman with a modicum of ability to enter the Ethereal. I had hoped, erroneously as it transpired, that she would prove useful in reopening the portal. However, before her unfortunate...dinner engagement with the Hound, she unearthed two very interesting clues. First, that Wardens have the ability to move between realms to apprehend or investigate souls, a most useful talent, though one that requires a token of some unknown description. Therefore, if a book could be stolen from the Library of Souls, that would bring swift reprisal.  In other words, for those of you having trouble keeping up, a Warden would be dispatched immediately, token or talisman in hand, so to speak.”

     Looking around the room, he reveled in the rapt attention.  “My little helper discovered the names of two people with a strong enough soul bond to enable one to take the other's book.” He waved a languid hand at Daniel and Lily, “That would be you two,” he said dismissively.  “It was a brilliant scheme. I already knew of Valentine's altruistic excuse for robbing people, which only made it easier to trap him.  And once he had the book, it was only a matter of time before a Warden would follow.” Cantrell’s smile was cruel as he met Daniel’s furious glower. “What I didn't anticipate was your little road trip.  And by the way, my boy, does everyone here understand your part in this little adventure? Or might they be shocked and horrified at your deceit and treachery?”

     Lily pried open Daniel's fist and took his hand. “Of course we know.” Her eyes narrowed. “Daniel told us everything.” Insolently, she let her gaze roam from the tips of his shiny Italian shoes to the top of his perfectly coiffed head. “Whatever you hoped to accomplish, you've failed.” Her voice cool with satisfaction, Lily said calmly, “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

     With a disgruntled shake of his head, Cantrell turned to his son. “They’re hopeless. No imagination at all.” He tipped his glass and finished off the drink in one large swallow. “Once I find the means to come and go between realms, these small-minded humans will be so incredibly easy to control.” His look of disgust swept over all of them before settling on Katy. “Bring me your little pet, Dominic. I think I’ll take her.” He turned his cold, obsidian eyes on Dom. “You don't mind, do you, son?”

     Dom knew it was a test of his loyalty, a test to see if Katy was a weapon that could be used against him.  He also knew Katy’s life hung on the success of what he did next. Finally, he had the puzzle piece to finish his father.

     So, without a word, he walked toward the group standing in a half-circle at the other end of the coffee table.  He ignored Mickey and Taurin, standing on either side of Katy, when they stepped forward to block him, and didn’t spare a glance for Daniel when he edged behind the sofa dragging Lily with him.

     Holding out his hand, eyes locked with hers, Dom waited for Katy to reach for him. Solemn, she hesitated for only a moment, then wrapped her fingers around his. As he started to draw her to him, Lily shouted, “Katy! No!” Daniel struggled to hold her back, though both Mickey and Taurin now stood transfixed.

     Bending, Dom’s lips brushed against Katy’s ear as he whispered, “Don’t forget me, Red.” She felt a tiny, feathery kiss float across her cheek, heard the yearning in his velvet-soft words as he breathed them against her mouth, “I will always belong to you.” Before another breath could be drawn, he flung her at Taurin, reached unerringly toward Mickey, ripping the medallion from his neck.  Without a moment's hesitation he spun, embraced his father with a powerful strength born of determination, and imaged the deepest, darkest pit in the Abyss.

     As his father fought and roared with rage, as the world disappeared around them, Dom felt something clamp around his ankle in a tight, painful grip. Before he could wonder or question, oblivion claimed him.

33. It's All About The Choices

Possessed by a writing demon over the weekend, I wrote a very long chapter.  Thinking perhaps the length might be a bit much for a serial installment, I tried to find a good dividing point to break things up.  It wasn't easy and I can only hope I haven't just ruined the flow of the story. I'll post the other half shortly--if I can resist a rewrite and the characters don't butt in with dumbass opinions. 

 

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     Daniel’s mind churned with the thoughts and images brought to life by Dominic Cantrell’s words. Discovering who his parents were, moments later hearing the nightmare of their murder, then finding out his only living kin was a man he hated—had almost been more than he could take in. Waves of loss and pain had swept over him, settling into a stomach-clenching despair as Dom told his story, though it didn’t take long before those emotions were incinerated in the raw power of his fury, resolve and retribution rising from the ashes.

     “Do you think he’s telling the truth?” Daniel muttered to Mickey, watching Katy move toward the living room. Before Mickey could respond, Daniel stared in disbelief as Dom surged to his feet and raced out of the kitchen, his face harsh with dawning horror.

     Then they all froze at the unmistakable sound of Katy’s scream. Taurin and Mickey exchanged a look as Mickey snarled, “The bloody Hound is here. I can smell it.”

     Frowning, Daniel wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but when Lily tried to race past him, he grabbed her arm and spun her into Mickey’s grasp. Running after Dom, he snapped over his shoulder, “Stay out of sight, Lily, until we know what’s happening.”

     Ignoring him, Lily pushed away from her grandfather. “Lass, you must listen! Stop!” And with his forbidding words, Mickey shoved her at Taurin, who promptly pushed her onto the bench and held her in place. When she tried to stand, he said sharply, “You are in grave peril and must be protected until we understand what Razeph wants with you and your book—” Abruptly Taurin straightened. “The book!”

     As soon as he'd dashed out of the room, Lily leaped to her feet. Anger flared, heating her face, seething through her blood. Did they seriously think she would cower like a helpless twit while her best friend was in danger? Wrenching open one of the drawers, she snatched up her favorite chef’s knife, hefting the familiar weight of the long, lethal blade before tearing out of the kitchen.

     Within an instant Dom took in the sight of Katy struggling against the Hound’s chest in a tight choke hold, his father across the room casually pouring himself a drink, and the disturbance at his back alerting him that the occupants of the kitchen were now ranged behind him. He knew from long experience not to give anything away to his father, though his control was slipping as the urge to tear the fiend limb from limb grew stronger the more Katy writhed in its grasp. He narrowed his eyes, searching beyond the terror on her face to the...wrongness in the creature. It appeared the beast had already been torn to pieces not long ago and hadn’t had time to reform itself. Hairy and ape-like, with a smattering of canine features, it truly resembled the abomination he had first seen long ago in the dungeons as a boy.

     The creature risked a quick look, and without conscious thought Dom's eyes flashed with fiery, deadly promise. He had a moment of satisfaction at the Hound's recoil, but when he saw Katy’s eyes widen with fear and panic, the moment evaporated. Clenching his teeth, he fought the red haze until his vision cleared, and with a deep, penetrating look—no doubt the last one he would have before she too cringed at the sight of him—Dom absorbed the beauty of her elfin face, the joy and wonder of her body, the exuberant passion in her spirit.  He was well aware the true pain would be in never again feeling the peaceful, soothing calm while stroking the long silken rope of her chestnut braid as she curled in his lap.

     Dom watched one last miracle as her eyes softened under his scrutiny, her warmth reaching across the ten feet that separated them. He turned away before he did something foolish to jeopardize her, hoping she would understand someday, would forgive him for what he was about to do.

     Jamieson Cantrell turned from the liquor cabinet and casually sauntered across the room to stand in front of the fireplace. Smiling, he took a sip of his drink, then gestured, as if he owned the place, for everyone to sit down. At the sputter of outrage behind the broad backs of the three men in front of him, Cantrell laughed softly. “Come, come, gentlemen, let the lady through.” He paused for a moment, then said in a cold, sibilant voice, “I’ve been so very eager to meet the instrument of my liberation.”

     “Tell your Hound to release the girl, Razeph, and mayhap we’ll talk before ending your fun and games,” Taurin said tersely.

     Cantrell cocked his head at the Warden. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

     “Cut the crap,” Daniel barked. “Tell your foul, mangy Fido to let her go, or else.”

     “Or else what?” Cantrell laughed.

     Suddenly, with no warning, Lily dodged around Taurin and slashed at the arm that held her best friend imprisoned. When the creature made an unearthly howl of pain, loosening his grip, she yanked Katy forward so hard, they both fell to the floor. Taurin immediately grabbed them up, pushed them toward the kitchen and went for the Hound.

     Watching the unexpected attack with interest, Cantrell stood quietly until the unknown Warden seemed too close to capturing his spawn. He uttered a strange, guttural exclamation that sizzled around the room like ball lightning, impelling the fiend to twist and gyrate, evading every move Taurin made before bolting out the door and down the staircase, leaving the disturbing amalgam of slapping flesh and scratching claws to echo up the stairs.

     “I do so appreciate obedient pets,” Cantrell murmured, “and such brave women, don’t you agree, my son?” His eyes shifted over Dom’s shoulder, grazed over Lily, then settled on Katy, staring gravely back at him from the kitchen threshold. When he licked his lips, his gaze all but devouring her, Dom had to fight the overwhelming urge to rip off his father’s head and drop-kick it across the carpet. But, portraying nothing more than his usual relaxed nonchalance, his well-practiced and jaded indifference, he smiled instead. “I find obedience overrated, and much too boring. Really, where's the fun in it?”

     Cantrell stared at Dom for a long moment, assessing his words, then he scoffed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Since you rarely obey anyone, including me, I can only surmise that you are never bored.” Pausing, he speared Dom with a piercing look. “Has London been relocated to the Pacific Northwest? Did I miss the memo?”

     Dom laughed with a casualness he didn't feel, “Surely you can understand the concept of a grown man's privacy.  I shouldn't have to use subterfuge to enjoy myself.”  He didn't flinch or lower his eyes from his father's burning glare, instead, irritated now, he said curtly, “And speaking of lying and misdirection, I think it's well beyond time to hear some truths from you, old man.”

32. Who's Your Daddy?

Into the stunned silence after Dom’s pronouncement, Katy’s voice sounded small and uncertain when she spoke.  “What’s really going on here?” she asked, her eyes shooting around the table until they met Lily’s. “Lily?  Demons and murder and lost brothers—”

Dom interrupted before she could finish her sentence, his voice low and rough.  “One night, when I was about four, my mother came into my bedroom and woke me.  I remember thinking how dark and quiet the house was.  She didn’t turn on the lights, though there was a fixture out in the hall that gave me a shadowy sense of her sitting on the edge of my bed.”  Dominic slowly ran a hand up and down Katy’s braid, his eyes following the movements as if mesmerized.  It was clear to everyone at the table that he was no longer in the here and now.

“I didn’t know my mother very well.  My father kept her close and I was usually with a succession of child minders.  On the rare occasions when I did see her, and sometimes those were just from a distance, she would be crying.”  He stopped, cocked his head slightly and murmured, “She was always crying.”

“Oh Dom,” Katy whispered.  She took the hand that was resting on her hip and gripped it tightly.

“I was so surprised and happy to see her that night, I threw myself into her arms.  She held me for a moment, then settled me back against the pillows.  When I looked up at her, she seemed different somehow.  I got scared and started to cry.  She put her fingers on my lips and told me to be a brave boy.  Then she said she had to go far away, away from my father, because she had to protect someone.  I begged her to take me with her, but she said my father would never, ever stop hunting for her if she took me.  Her only hope for escape was to leave me behind.  Then I heard a sound and looked toward my bedroom door. 

“With his body lit from behind by the light in the hall, her guard filled the doorway like a giant.  “It’s now or never, Beth,” he said quietly.  She reached for me and hugged me so hard it hurt and I started crying again.  In my ear she whispered, “Fight him, Dominic.  When you grow to be big and strong, promise me you will fight him.  Don’t let him win.”  Tears in her eyes, she kissed me, then tucked the covers around me.  Her last words were, “I’m so sorry.  One day I hope you’ll understand and maybe forgive me.”  Then she walked out, but the bodyguard came to stand over me.  “To keep your mother safe, you can’t tell anyone she was here tonight.  Can you do that Dom?  It would be the most important secret in the world for a boy to keep.  Do you think you can?”  I nodded, though I was terrified and confused and fuck, I was only four.”

Brushing his knuckles down Katy’s face, Dom felt the wet streaks.  Startled, he tipped her face up and looked at the silent tears coursing down her cheeks.  Something hurt in his chest at the sight.  Not since that long ago night had anyone cared enough to cry for him.  “Red,” he whispered, “you’re going to own me if one more tear falls, and believe me, that will so ruin my street cred.”  The pain eased a bit when she laughed softly and gave him a wobbly grin.

Lily got up and grabbed some napkins off the kitchen counter, handing them to Katy as she said quietly to Dom, “Did you keep the secret?  Was she able to get away?”

 Mickey held up his hand in a stop gesture as he climbed to his feet, left the room and within seconds returned with the whisky bottle.  “This is a bleak tale that definitely calls for Irish” he said, splashing a good measure first into Dom’s coffee, then doing the same around the table.

Taking a deep swallow, Dom shifted Katy more comfortably on his lap and sighed.  “The next day, after she disappeared and the whole house was in an uproar, my father came to my playroom and grilled me.  I did all right until he got angry.  I was so close to breaking when I remembered how much he hated when I cried.  He couldn’t stand any weakness from me.  So I burst into tears, wailed and cried hysterically for my mommy.  He slapped me hard enough to knock me down, then stormed out of the room in disgust and never asked me about her again.”  Dom smiled in grim satisfaction.  “So, yeah, I kept the secret.”

Softly, Daniel asked, “And your…mother?”  Dom met his eyes across the table.  He knew what Daniel was really asking.

“When I was eight, we moved from San Francisco to England so my father could oversee his interests in Europe and I could go to boarding school in the UK.  He bought an estate from a destitute aristocrat, which for a kid was like living at Disneyland.  A moat, forests, stables, two lakes, gardens and rooms upon rooms to explore.  I was only allowed home for holidays, and usually left by myself, but I was used to being alone so I really didn’t mind.”  He paused and took a sip from his coffee.  “That first Christmas home from school, my father was off somewhere in Europe and I was on my own.  One day when I was exploring, I discovered a passageway off the kitchen below the servants’ staircase.  It was dark and creepy and exciting.  I followed the passage until it got too dark to see what was ahead so I turned around and was making plans to find a flashlight and come back the next day, when I heard these eerie, horrible groaning sounds.  They seemed to be coming right out of the stone walls.  It scared the piss out of me and I ran like a frightened rabbit.

“A day or two later I asked the housekeeper and some of the other servants what was down there, but no one would tell me anything and I was forbidden to go into that part of the house again.  I waited until the next time I came home, then braver and with flashlight in hand, I snuck down the passage only to find my way barred by a locked, very sturdy, wooden door.”

“But, what about—” Daniel started to say before being interrupted by an almost savage growl.

“Christ, just let me tell it my way, goddamn it.”

Daniel scowled, but threw up his hands in reluctant surrender.

“I’m sixteen.  Summer, filled with hormones and angst and too much time on my idle teenage hands.  I’d come home late from a party and was hungry so instead of going to my room, I went to the kitchen to grab some food, intending to take a shortcut upstairs by using the servants’ stairs after I’d raided the fridge.  I’m loading up, sandwiches, crisps, cakes and cider, when I hear a noise coming from the old passageway.  I hadn’t given the place a single thought in years.  Curious, I set down the food and walked toward the opening under the stairs.  I was nearly grown, tough and fit.  And no longer believed in ghosts.

“When I got to the wooden door, I was amazed to find it open, and there was a light ahead, low, dim, flickering, like a candle.  I heard this…indescribable sound coming from up ahead and wished I’d brought a kitchen knife or cleaver.  Coming to an intersection, my right led to total darkness, but the left was light enough for me to see that beyond where I was standing, the passage had been hacked out of solid rock.  With my back to the rough cold stone, I risked a quick look around the corner.  Stunned, I saw an ancient, medieval dungeon of some kind.  Four primitive cells had been hewn out of the rock, four small, dank and dismal caves, with thick bars of what looked like iron, two cells to a side with a crude aisle down the middle.”

Dom carefully lifted Katy off his lap and stood.  He abruptly paced to the end of the kitchen and back, twice, before drawing a deep shuddering breath and running his hands through his hair.  Standing at the head of the table, his gaze focused on the surface as if his thoughts played out on the wood.  “There was a creature in the open door of the last cell, some kind of dog, or ape, or...  Well, it was the first time I’d seen my father’s hell spawn though it would be years before I learned what it was.  At that moment I was less concerned about the animal than I was about what the bloody thing was doing.”  He raised haunted eyes to Daniel.  “Paul, my mother’s guard, had always been nice to me.  Aloof, scary, a giant in my childish eyes, but nice.  He gave me Tootsie Pops.  And he wore this ring, a wolf’s head carved in black stone, set into a silver band.  The creature was squatting, gnawing on a femur, the ring glittering in the heap of bones at its feet.”

Katy started to rise, but Dom placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.  “Let me finish,” he murmured.  “In the cell closest to me, there was another pile of bones, shards mostly.  I guess the creature had started with her first.”  At Daniel’s groan, Dom met his eyes.  “You look like him.  Paul, I mean.  He had those same green eyes and the cleft in his chin.”  Sighing, he sat down and put his head in his hands.  “Finally, I understand.  Now I know why she left.”  He raised his head.  “How old are you?” he asked Daniel.

“Probably real close to four years younger than you,” Daniel managed to reply before grief and pain and a lifetime of questions with no answers surged up his throat and choked him into a bitter silence.

Taurin spoke for the first time.  Quietly he asked, “How did you find out what your father was?”

“I was standing in that passage, listening to the animal chewing on the bones of someone I once knew, my mother, literally, in pieces not five feet from me.  I remembered the groans, and knew I'd heard them that day when I ran like a scared rabbit, not a ghost.  In shock, fighting the urge to kill the creature or vomit everything I had ever eaten, I heard someone coming.  Crossing to the other turn in the passage, I hid in the dark and waited.  When I heard my father’s voice, I was relieved and had started out of my hiding place so we could deal with this horror together.”  His smile was brief and mocking.  “Obviously at that point I wasn’t thinking clearly.  Thankfully, I hesitated for a moment longer and heard my father berating the creature for opening the door, for hoarding the bones, for leaving evidence.  I suddenly understood it was my father behind everything, he was the monster who had murdered my mother.”

Lifting his mug, Dominic tossed back the rest of his drink.  “It wasn’t until I was an adult, and after many years of research, investigating and spying, that I found out who and what he really is.”  He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting the others around the table.  “When I was a child I promised my mother I would fight him.  When I was a teenager, standing in that cold, dark nightmare, I vowed to take him down.  I don’t have everything in place yet, but I’m close, and if I have to drag the bastard back to Hell myself, so be it.”

He tugged on Katy’s braid as she stood, her gaze narrowing on the living room.  “I’ll be right back,” she murmured, walking around the table and out of the kitchen.  He watched her go, then turned back to listen to something Mickey was telling Daniel when her mumbled words about smelling smoke finally registered.

 

Suddenly lunging to his feet, Dom startled everyone at the table.  Spinning for the living room, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, breath hissing through his teeth, he already knew he was too late when he heard Katy's terrified cry.

31. The Meeting of Master and Hound

Stepping onto the tarmac at Boeing Field, Jamieson Cantrell walked briskly from his plane and headed for the waiting limousine, his eyes scanning the ambient shadows obscuring a long row of hangars.  The creature was out there somewhere, skulking in the dark, out of sight of the few humans working at the small Seattle airport in the early hours before dawn.

The limo driver stood by the open back door, but as Cantrell slid inside the car, he ordered, “Leave the door, I’m waiting for someone to join me.  Get in and wait.  I’ll tell you where we’re going shortly.”  Nodding, the man silently got behind the wheel.

As soon as the driver’s door closed, the burning acridity of brimstone, mixed with a putrid stench of decaying flesh, wafted into the car.  Jamieson Cantrell took a deep breath, his pleasure at the aroma evident in his voice as he gestured for his Hound.  “Come, talk to me.”

Shutting the door behind him, the fiend settled uncomfortably in one of the soft leather seats across from his master.  He feared enclosed spaces, remembered the torture of being trapped in a cage, the memories making his rudimentary speech nearly indecipherable.  After several attempts to make his tongue form words instead of growls, Cantrell abruptly leaned forward and backhanded him hard enough to knock him to the floor.  “I said talk.”

Absently wiping the blood from his nose, the Hound slowly rose and regained his seat.  Head down in submission, he closed his eyes, the better to concentrate.  “The master’s whelp and the female left one cage and returned to the first.”  Cantrell had no trouble translating, he’d spawned the creature after all.  “They’re back at the bookstore?”  The Hound nodded, hesitated briefly, then said, “After mating, they slept, but bells rang and they went away.”

Musing, Cantrell knew two things immediately.  Whoever had called, the news was important enough to drag Dominic from a warm bed and a willing woman.  And his dog was leaving something out of the report.  Tapping the intercom button, he instructed the driver to head for the University District, then resumed his questioning.  “What happened when you followed them?”

 “They ran into the cage of books, there was much shouting and fighting, then quiet.”  The Hound raised his head and for a single heartbeat met Cantrell’s eyes before lowering them quickly to the floor.  “I felt…” he faltered, his vocabulary too small for what he was trying to convey.

“What?” barked his master impatiently.  “You felt what?”

Quietly, the creature murmured, “Men from there.”

Narrowing his eyes, Cantrell’s voice was harsh, chilled with a bitter ice that could only come from the deepest levels of the Abyss.  “Explain.”

Swallowing loudly, the beast whispered, “Wardens.”

Cantrell cursed viciously.  How was that possible?  He had known that Micah, a Warden of skilled tenacity, had followed him relentlessly for years after he’d escaped from the Abyss until suddenly, for no reason Cantrell could ever discover, the Warden had vanished without a trace.  Feeling untouchable and smug, he had nurtured his superiority into a multi-million dollar enterprise, all his efforts moving ever forward toward one goal.  A goal that was coming to fruition, one he had actually hoped to achieve this very night, in fact.  But now…Wardens?  Jamieson hissed at his Hound, “How many?  Do you know them?”

“One of old, one of new,” the creature replied.

Frustrated, Cantrell spit the words like bullets, “Do. You. Know. Them?”

The demon dog slowly shook his head back and forth as he tried understand what his master was asking.  Hadn’t he already answered the question?  Then a glimmer of understanding sparked in his feral mind.  He smiled, almost childlike in his eagerness to please.  “One of old, chased us.  One of new, chasing another.”  His smile widened, a vision from nightmare of yellowed, blade-sharp teeth, a thick strand of drool sliding down his chin from one corner of his twisted mouth.

Cantrell stared out the window as the quiet streets of Seattle flickered past in the street lights like an old silent film.  So, Micah was back, though how and why wasn’t clear, and he had to assume the other Warden had come after Daniel Valentine, which meant the man had actually succeeded in stealing the book.  His satisfaction that one phase of his plan had been accomplished was offset by the appearance of two Wardens.  And inexplicably, deep in the mix, was his son.  Did Micah know of him?  Had he been betrayed by his own son?  For an instant the interior of the car flashed with a blaze of heat so intense, the Hound threw himself on the floor and cowered.   

No.  His son would never betray him.  Releasing his anger, Jamieson Cantrell—scion of industry, demon lord Razeph—calmed himself.  Between them, he and Dominic could subdue the Wardens, and Valentine.  Once he had the book, he would take his son back to the Abyss, show him the glory in being a prince.  Together they would be an insurmountable force.  His mouth twitched in amusement as he reveled in the knowledge that no one knew he was coming.

Glancing down at the floor, he poked the Hound, still curled into a ball, with the sharp toe of one expensive Italian shoe.  “Get up, dog!  We’re not finished.”  He waited until the creature was back in his seat, then said softly, disarmingly gentle, “Tell your master what you hide, there’s a good boy.”

The creature began to quake, fear slicing like claws down his spine.  He knew this voice, knew the brutal pain that followed such kind words.  He couldn’t stop the forlorn whimper, but knew it would be worse if he didn’t speak, and quickly.  Trying to force coherent words past the swelling terror clogging his throat, he managed to utter two words.  “Saw me.”

Cantrell went ominously still.  He stared at the Hound.  “Who saw you?” he asked calmly, though his hands were clenched into tight fists.

“After mating.  I thought they slept, but the whelp.  Saw me in the trees.” 

Before the Hound could draw breath, could hope for leniency, Cantrell struck.  “Now he knows I’m coming,” he snarled, “and you’ve cost me the advantage.”  In a fury as hot and red as the blood that ran down the limousine windows, he pounded and ripped, tore and beat, long after the creature had stopped howling.
 

30. Another Side To The Story

There was a long moment of frozen shock then, as if they had rehearsed the move a hundred times in some distant past, both men lunged forward and began grappling.  Lily and Katy dodged out of the way, meeting behind the sofa, wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events.  Taurin started toward Valentine and Cantrell, but Mickey put out a hand to stop him.  “Let them be, Warden.”  He smiled broadly as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes sparkling.  “Grant me this, if you please.  I haven’t seen a good donnybrook in a long while.” 

Wincing at the sound of slamming fists, low grunts and hissed insults, Katy grabbed Lily’s hand, though didn’t take her eyes off the two men who were now brawling in the hallway, both trying to force the other into the wall.  “What’s going on, Lil?” Katy asked.  “Who are these guys?”  Her gaze darted toward Mickey and Taurin.  “And why is your grandfather here?” 

“I hardly know where to start, but first we need to stop this ridiculous fight.” 

“Are you all right?" Katy asked, then said in confusion, "Why are they fighting?” 

“I'm fine.  Mostly.  And I think they're fighting because there’s some bad blood between them, though I doubt Daniel realized just exactly how bad.” 

“But, Dom told me he doesn’t have any siblings.”  Katy jerked at a particularly hard punch Dom took to the midriff, reacting painfully by tightly squeezing Lily’s hand. 

Pulling free before Katy crushed her fingers, Lily flexed her hand, then said, “Daniel was raised as an orphan.  I’m sure neither of them expected to hear they could possibly be related.”  She glanced at Taurin.  “If it’s true.” 

“Granddad!”  Lily yelled as Daniel took a sharp right cross to the jaw that snapped his head around and made him stumble and fall to one knee.  She started around the sofa as blood ran down Daniel’s chin.  Absently wiping it with the back of his hand, he surged to his feet, tackling Dominic around the waist and plowing him into the front door.  At the loud crack that echoed through the apartment from the much abused door, Lily glared threateningly at the two Wardens.  “Stop this.  If you won’t, I will.” 

“Lass, tis better to blow off the steam than wait for the kettle to explode,” Mickey said. 

Lily growled with anger at the folly of men, and marched toward the fight, though before she’d taken three strides, her grandfather barked, “Hold girl.”   With Taurin at his side, they quickly stepped past her and managed to pull the fighters apart and drag them into opposite corners of the living room. 

Chest heaving, Daniel roughly shrugged out of Taurin’s grasp and again wiped the blood dripping off his chin.  Eyes hot, burning with the promise of more violence, he glared across the room at Cantrell, pleased to see the same heavy breathing and a nasty purple knot swelling over the bastard’s left eye.  Dom returned the look as he shook out a hand with bruised and painful knuckles, then started to spring forward at the come on gesture Daniel made with his fingers. 

Taurin spun Daniel around and pushed him toward the kitchen as Mickey slapped a hard palm against Dom’s chest to hold him back.  “Enough lads, enough.  Time to settle things down now.” 

“Everyone into the kitchen,” Lily ordered.  “I’ll get the first aid kit and Katy, can you make a pot of coffee?” 

Mickey smiled as Lily brushed past him on her way to the bathroom for the medical supplies.  “Just like your Gran,” he said quietly, “efficient and effective.”  He chuckled when she shot him a black look.  “Aye, just like her.” 

Daniel stood apart from the group in the kitchen, and kept his back to the room as he stared at the wall of family photos.  Now that he had time to think, to catch his breath, he couldn’t keep his mind from racing.  Was it true?  Could Dominic, of all fucking people, be his brother?  If what the Wardens said was true—that Cantrell was a demon lord named Razeph—what did that make Dominic?  Shaken by the direction of his thoughts, he closed his eyes for a moment.  What did that make him if there really was a connection? 

Before she said a word, Daniel knew Lily had come into the room.  He turned from the happy, smiling faces of family and watched her set a wooden box on the table, the size of a small suitcase, then walk to the sink and dampen two clean washcloths.  Giving one to Katy, she went back to the table, opened the box, and handed Katy bandages and a small blue jar.  Lily slid the box down the table, gesturing impatiently for him to come and sit down.  Daniel would have smiled, but his lip had finally stopped bleeding. 

The two men sat at opposite ends of the long table glaring at each other whenever their eyes met.  Lily snorted and pulled on his shoulder until Daniel swiveled on the bench away from the view of Dom.  “Your lip is swollen and the cut is pretty bad, but at least your teeth are still in your head,” she murmured as she carefully wiped the blood off his chin and neck.  “And your shirt is ruined.”

His face was lifted to hers as she worked, eyes focused on her face, so he noticed the curl that flashed at the corner of her mouth for a brief second.  “Are you laughing at me?” he asked softly. 

Meeting his gaze, she answered just as softly, “You seem to have trouble with your shirts, Daniel.” 

“Only since I met you,” he replied.  When she grinned, he couldn’t help grinning back, then hissed at the pain when his lip began to bleed again. 

“Sorry,” Lily said, reaching behind him to grab a gauze pad from the first aid supplies.  “Press this on your lip for a few minutes, and don’t talk or smile.”  When he opened his mouth, she glowered.  “I mean it.  Nod your head if you understand.” 

When he narrowed his eyes, she laughed.  “Just behave.  Your opponent is doing a much better job of it than you are.” 

He turned his head at her words and frowned down the length of the table.  Dom had also been cleaned up.  He had a patch of gauze taped above his eye, bandages across a few knuckles, his shirt was ripped and hanging off one shoulder and he had a long scrape across his jaw.  Daniel really wanted to smile.  Until he watched Dom pull Katy onto his lap and possessively wrap his arms around her. 

Lily noticed when Daniel stiffened and followed his scowl.  She gently turned his head back toward her and dabbed a sweet-smelling salve into a small cut on his chin, one on his temple and another on the edge of his cheek.  She told him to carefully lift the pad off his lip, then lightly touched the cut with a drop of something that stung for a moment, then seemed to numb the pain.  Leaning very close, Lily whispered in his ear, “I don’t know what to do.  Is this man with Katy a demon?  Half a demon?”  She pulled her head back and met his gaze, velvet brown melding with mossy forest green.  Her breath softer than a whisper, “Do you think he’s really your brother?” 

Daniel could see the strain on her face, the worry in her eyes.  “I don’t know what to think,” he murmured.  “I know I hate the guy, and we just found out his father is some kind of evil demon freak, but I just don’t see any way we could be related, no matter what Taurin says.” 

The coffee maker finished perking with a series of soft, perky chirps.  Dom stood with Katy in his arms and walked to the kitchen counter before setting her down in front of the machine.  As she told him where to find the mugs, Lily moved the first aid box and quickly wiped the surface of the table while Mickey grabbed the sugar bowl and took a small creamer out of the fridge. In short order, everyone was back around the table taking their first sips of the strong, mellow coffee. 

Katy and Dom sat across the table from Daniel and Lily, Mickey sprawled at Lily’s side and Taurin sat next to Katy.  For several moments no one spoke, then Daniel took a deep breath, lifted his head and locked eyes with Dominic.  “Did you always know your father was a demon?” 

When Katy gasped, then sputtered in outrage, Dom lifted her easily onto his lap, never taking his eyes off Daniel as he slowly ran a hand up and down her cheek as if he were stroking a cat, or taking comfort from the silken warmth of her skin.  The kitchen clock sounded too loud in the taut silence. 

“No.”  Dom settled Katy tighter against him.  “Not until I was a man.  When I was a boy, all I knew was that my father murdered my mother.”

 

29. The Tale And A Truth

Daniel lifted the glass to his mouth, but the remnants of his shirt sleeve caught his eye before the rim touched his lips.  “For the love of…” he muttered before setting his drink on the coffee table and surging to his feet.  Lily was startled, Taurin snapped his head around, and Mickey took a quick step forward with a fierce scowl. 

“Sorry,” Daniel said, walking around the sofa to retrieve his pack, “but it seems I’m so used to having my shirts incinerated, I don’t even notice anymore.”  He returned Mickey’s scowl, then softly asked Lily where the bathroom was.  As he passed Taurin, he noted the wary look on the man’s face.  “What?  You think I’m going to climb out a window?”  Daniel shook his head.  “Not a chance in Hell, man.” 

Lily watched Daniel stride down the hall.  No one spoke for a few minutes, each mulling their own thoughts, then Lily took a sip from her drink and turned to look at her grandfather.  “How is it you know Taurin, Granddad?  I know he comes from…”  Hesitating as several thoughts collided in her mind—dreams, intuition, awareness—she took a deep breath and started again.  “Daniel told me about his life, and what he does in, ah, the astral realm.  I know Taurin is part of that,” she glared at the man lounging on the sofa across from her, “though how he could be here, chasing after Daniel, I don’t understand.”  Lily turned back to her grandfather.  “Why does he call you Micah?”  She narrowed her eyes.  “And why are you even here?” 

Mickey Donovan held his granddaughter’s gaze, then shared a long look with Taurin before lifting a large hand to his chin, the sound of his palm scraping roughly against whiskered skin was loud in the silence.  Before he could speak, however, Daniel was back.  He’d cleaned up, and it looked as if he’d dunked his head under the faucet, then finger-combed the unruly tangles, leaving damp patches where his hair touched the shoulders of the black tee shirt.  He looked more in control, Lily thought as he sat beside her, and somehow far more dangerous. 

“A very long time ago, I was a warrior in a strong, powerful army.  With my brethren, we fought demons and demigods, creatures that nowadays no one believes ever existed.  The monsters became nothing more than myth and legend.”  Mickey tipped his glass, finishing the whiskey in one deep swallow, then, his voice rough with memories, he walked toward the cabinet to replenish his drink.  “As the years lengthened and we remained undefeated from all challengers, humans continued to multiply, and we became complacent.” 

Daniel said softly, “I was right, you are Tuatha.” 

Mickey shot him a glare.  Daniel thought the look said it all.  “We didn’t realize until too late that when the mortals found other things to believe in, other gods to answer their prayers, their own enemies to conquer, we would fade, become nothing but stories to frighten children at bedtime.”  He filled his glass, brought the bottle to the coffee table and set it down with a sharp clunk.  “The Formorii, an evil, foul breed of demon spawn, rose from the sea and in that last great battle, I was killed.”  For a moment the only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire.  “I could have gone with the others, Tuatha who even now are living beyond the Veil, believing the glory of olden times will never truly wither, never die.”  His large fist struck the mantel.  “They live in a place of dreams, of fairy tales,” he said disgustedly. 

Shaking his head, he turned to look at Lily.  “My name was Micah Lughan,” his smile turned into a wide grin, “and I was fierce, lass.  Oh, but I was fierce.” 

Lily grinned back.  “Granddad, you still are,” she said softly. 

“Thank you, my girl.”  Mickey took a swig of his whiskey, then said, “I was wandering in the mists, certain of only one thing: I was not going to live in a dream world of fantasy and pretense.”  His thoughts drifted into the past.  “Syrus found me.  We talked about the universe, the stars and the moon, love and death, war and turmoil, demons and fiends.  Nearly half a century passed before he got to the point, told me his purpose in seeking me out.”  Quietly, Mickey added, “I became a Warden, second only to Syrus.  He recruited, I trained, and together we built the order.” 

“But how did you go from being a Warden on another plane, to being my grandfather in this one?” 

“A hundred years ago, or thereabouts, a demon lord escaped from the Ethereal.  We knew immediately that a lord had disappeared--there was a jarring sense of wrongness in the very mists--and at first we assumed he had been destroyed in a power struggle with his own.  But then we discovered a door had been opened, and we found which lord had done it:  Razeph, a lord of immense cruelty and ruthless ambition. He was powerful, one of the True Evil, a breed of ancients who have dwelt in the Abyss for time beyond measure, ruling by torture, torment and agony.  We blocked his portal to stop others who might wish to escape as well, though that also meant he was trapped in this realm.”  Mickey shook his head, disbelief in his voice, “It is utterly inconceivable that he found a way to leave the Abyss, and we still don't comprehend how he did the impossible.” 

“Like stealing from the Library of Souls was deemed impossible?” Taurin asked, his eyes shooting daggers toward Daniel.  Ignoring him, Daniel smiled to himself when Lily glared back in his defense. 

“I was sent to find him and the hell-spawn dog he took with him.  I'd been following his scent for decades, always just one bloody step behind, when my search landed me in Ireland.  It was so good to be home again, to see the familiar hills, smell the sea on the wind, stop for a time to remember.”  Mickey ran a hand through his hair, a soft smile curling one corner of his mouth.  “I was in Dublin, tending bar on a raucous Friday night in a local pub, when the door opened and my woman walked in.”  He paused and shook his head as if still amazed at his good fortune.  “Some lucky few get to spend many lives together, some spend many lives looking. For my part, I had long given up.”  He laughed, eyes twinkling.  “But suddenly, there she was.  Wide-eyed, travel-worn, and beautiful.  She waltzed up to the bar like she owned the place, sat down and ordered a Guinness then confessed with a beguiling smile and a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine, that she didn’t like warm beer.  I gave her a whiskey instead.  By the end of the week I knew there was no way I could live without her.” 

“How were you able to relinquish your wardenship?”  Taurin asked. 

“I went to Syrus.  We had to do some dancing with the Highers, but I had earned some time off, a reward for centuries of service.  I agreed to keep my eyes and ears open for Razeph, to aid when I could, but someone else had to take on the task of finding the bastard.”  He smiled gently at Lily.  “I also agreed to a mortal life.  When it’s time for my beloved Grace to leave this world, we go together.” 

Stunned, Lily asked, “Does Gran know all this?” 

Mickey snorted.  “Lass, this is your grandmother.  Do you honestly think I could keep a secret like this from her?  She even knows about this.”  He reached inside his shirt and brought out a peculiar locket with wings etched onto the center oval, the piece sparkling in the firelight as it spun from a long gold chain. 

“That’s how you’re able to travel?” Lily looked across the table to Taurin.  “And you?  Is that how you can locate Daniel?” 

Taurin nodded, exchanged a quick look with Mickey, then pulled his own medallion from under his shirt.  “We aren’t sure why it can’t track Razeph, maybe he can block the device somehow, though he's a master manipulator and skilled at disguising himself behind money and power.”  Taurin shrugged.  “I know the medallion works as I had no trouble finding Valentine.” 

“I’m going out on a limb here gentlemen, but if I'm connecting the dots in the right order, do I take it you now think Cantrell is this demon lord Razeph?”  He looked from the scowling face of Mickey standing like an avenging god to the betrayed and scornful glower he was getting from Taurin. 

“A demon lord you appear to be working for,” Taurin snapped. 

“I was not working for him!” Daniel snarled.  “I was set up and blackmailed!  More to the point, we should be trying to find out why he wanted Lily’s blasted book in the first place!” 

“You could have come to me, you knew I—” 

For the third time that night, the front door burst open.  Lily jerked to her feet, then Daniel shoved her behind him as the door slammed into the back wall.  “Can’t anyone just knock?” Lily muttered. 

“Lily!” shrieked Katy as she tried to get around the large body that blocked the doorway.  Dominic’s livid gaze met Daniel's icy glare.  Lily pushed against Daniel’s back, hissing for him to get out of the way while Katy tried to squeeze between the door frame and Dom’s legs.  In a rush of determination, both women managed to get within a few yards of each other before the two men strode forward and yanked them back. 

“Will you let go, you idiot!” Lily said as she struggled against the rigid arm that held her firmly against his chest.  “No,” barked Daniel. 

“Dom, it’s Lily!  I have to go to her!  Stop holding me back!” 

“No,” growled Dom. 

Taurin had jumped to his feet when the door flew open, and now he and Mickey stood shoulder to shoulder, tensely watching the confrontation.  Eyes narrowed, Taurin swept an intent look over the two men angrily facing off.  They were evenly matched, in height, stance, attitude and fury.  

In a moment of unbelievable clarity, shocking in its truth, Taurin gasped.  “By the gods,” he whispered hoarsely, “you’re brothers!”