“Piss off.”
A slip of shadow curled into my mind, tickling my thoughts as a low chuckle danced around my head flooding my body with heat.
“Now, who knows where the three Gates are located?”
Wings shot into the air waiting to be called on.
Davithius called on a male from Bond Order, Second Dominion, Third Choir.
“The Seal Gate is here in Ouanaviel on an abandoned island only Legionnaires have access to.”
Only Legionnaires my rotting backside. I snorted low, remembering the Hèls that was my first trial in the Temple.
“Didn’t like your playdate with the Spirit Harvesters?”
“Stay out of my head.”
“No,”Quazar responded down the bond.“It’s too much fun.”
“Burning, pale-faced demon.”
“Pale? Yes. Beautifully chiseled by a Pasaillien Celestial? Also yes.”
I looked over at him slowly. Did he seriously just say his face had been carved by the Celestial beings who crafted the entire kingdom of the Infinite with their own hands?
“So not just a bastard,”I said.“We’re acockybastard.”
“Only the best kind.”
Quazar grinned wide. It was only now I saw the slightest sharpened tips of his teeth. Like they were made for biting. My gaze lingered. His grin stretched.
I looked away, focusing back on the lesson. I slammed the veil in our minds down, effectively blocking him out from our bond. Quazar huffed below his breath.
“SoallAnathelles are no fun,” he whispered. “Got it.”
I took a deep breath, fighting my rising fury.
“Which island?” Davithius called out.
No one answered.
Ellabeth leaned over to me.
“So you’re not going to answer when you know where it is? Or?” She raised her brows, prodding me with that fierce gaze of hers. I sighed, lifting a wing.
“Disciple Safah.”
All heads turned to me.
“The island of Namenthys, though we now call it Barrenrock. It was…purged after it was discovered that the Hallowed who lived there were fraternizing with the Fallen, eventually giving them access to the empyrean by letting them breach the Seal Gate.”
“Correct again,” Davithius said. He gave me a weird smile. As if there was more truth to what I’d said and he was disappointed I hadn’t realized it already.
“Is that what you were told? That the Hallowed of Namenthys were responsible for their demise?”
Quazar’s question caught me by surprise. Obviously that’s what happened. The worst slaughter of Hallowed angels, of all ranks, in the history of the last Six Ages, happened when the Namenthiens let the Fallen in. Every scrollbook known to angelkind was full of the detailed history. Surely he knew this. I looked over at him. His jade eyes pierced into me.
“And you believe it?”he pressed.
