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The angel in my head ew in my prods me.
When the wind blows Jack around so his back is facing me, I jam the black blade between his ribs and into his heart. He stops singing. Twitches for a few seconds. Then slows. Then stops. Then vanishes.
Even a bastard like him doesn’t deserve what Mason did. Soon he’ll wake up in the ruins of Tartarus and climb out like the rest of the double dead. He’ll wander there forever, a ghost among the ordinary souls. I don’t know if that’s justice, but sometimes you take what you can get.
I say, “Olly olly oxen free, Josef. It’s showtime.”
A second later the Kissi’s standing by the desk.
“I hope this isn’t another excuse or delay,” he says.
“Delay? You’re already late for the ball. Get the kids in their Sunday best and bring them out front. It’s time to go.”
He struggles not to let his smile get too broad and loses.
“It’s about time. When we destroy Heaven’s armies and the Hellion legions are gone, I think I’ll take this palace for myself. I like the desk and have always admired that little furnace. What happened to the hanging man outside? I was thinking of getting several of them and using them as wind chimes.”
“Bring your troops out front with the legions. Feel free to make a gaudy entrance.”
Josef disappears. I pronounce a few words and the glamour that’s hidden my being alive fades away. There’s no point to that anymore. I go to the nearest shadow and disappear, too.
I COME BACK out on the reviewing balcony. The officers are in a ring around the floating map as Semyazah explains the plan. I shoulder my way into the ring before anyone can react.
Knives come out, but no one throws any angel hoodoo. I’m next to Semyazah and they don’t want me quite enough to risk making him collateral damage. Baphomet, the oldest, isn’t intimidated. He heads straight for me, a long curved blade in each hand.
“I’ve waited a long time for this.”
Rule one in wolf-pack territory is stand your ground. I manifest the Gladius and hold it up to his face. Curses and gasps erupt around the room.
Semyazah pushes me back and gets in front.
“Enough!” he barks at Baphomet. The old general stops, confused. I guess even he can’t do the sword trick. If any of the others can, Semyazah has intimidated them enough to back down.
- t000000"01C;Sandman Slim fights with us against Mason Faim.”
Baphomet says, “Why should we trust this monster now?”
I say, “I’m not here for your piano recital. I’m here because the enemy of my enemy isn’t exactly my friend. But he isn’t my enemy until this shit is over.”
“You haven’t been here for months. How could you know what’s happening in Hell?” asks Baphomet.
“Didn’t Lucifer mention it to you? He gave me his password to The Daimonion Codex. If you squint hard enough, you can see past the words and into every nook and cranny in Hell. I watched every one of you assholes betray each other, trying to get just an inch closer to Mason.” I look at Baphomet. His eyes are red with fury. “Mammon, who poisoned your troops before the attack exercise in Dis. He’s dead now, by the way. You’re welcome.” I look around at the circle. “Do you want a laundry list of which one of you shafted the other and how? How about it, Shax? Belial?”>“We need to talk over some things before you go to your troops.”
Semyazah only half turns. Most of his attention is focused on the soldiers in the street.
I say, “I’m going to tell you a few things and you’re going to have to go along with them or all of this is going to fall apart.”
Now he looks at me.
“I’ve been a general in the Infernal legions since we fought in Heaven. I’m not used to taking orders from a mortal. Especially one who’s killed my people, good soldiers, for eleven years.”
“At least you chose to be down in Heaven’s toilet. I was shanghaied.”
Semyazah touches a finger to his lips.
“We seem to have reached an impasse.”
I shrug.
