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She slid the torch into the post outside, the flames feeding off the gasoline soaked into the tip. She stepped to the side of the main double doors then raised her hand to direct me to go inside.
I stared at her, watched the flames dance across her face. “Who are you?” She didn’t wear a skull like the others, and the Malevolent seemed to be exclusively men, based on their height, but I couldn’t confirm that completely without actually seeing their faces. She wasn’t an angel, so what was her purpose in a place like this?
“Rebecca.”
“Okay…then, what are you?” I’d never asked another person a question like that because a distinction had never been required. People were people…with no variation. But in this world, there seemed to be a difference, a hierarchy. I wasn’t sure where angels fit on that hierarchy, but I hoped it wasn’t at the bottom.
Her clasped hands dropped to her waist, and her green eyes were bright like the fire that burned overhead. “I’m a humble servant to Hell.”
“Hell?”
“That’s what this place is called, our home.”
Oh…fuck. “Why?”
She raised her hand and indicated to the door. “Don’t keep Forneus waiting.”
“What does he want with me?”
She held her silence with her hand raised.
“Is he going to hurt me?”
Nothing.
“Rebecca, why are you doing this—”
“Don’t tempt the beast inside him. He’s like you, looking like a mortal on this plane of existence, but underneath, his true form resides. It is a sin to hurt an angel, but if provoked, he will commit those sins, and the beast will grow.”
I wanted to turn around and sprint through the trees, screaming at the top of my lungs until someone found me. But I didn’t believe it would be that simple. I believed the Malevolent were there to hunt us if we ran. What other reason would they have for being there? With no shoes and no plan, I had no options.
I had to go inside—and face my demons.
Literally.
The darkness was pierced by hundreds of white candles.
They illuminated the rows of seats that faced the rear of the building. A large statue stood in the back, various angels surrounded by a cacophony of demons, reaching for them but always too far away.
There was a white throne in the center of the room, far too large for an average person. Beside it was a black throne, made of reflective iron and with jagged edges. They faced each other, a table covered with candles between them, an iron chandelier above that contained glimmering candles as well.
I didn’t take a step forward because my senses were overwhelmed by the aesthetics. The rows of seats reminded me of a church, but the black iron made me feel as if I were in an archaic place, in a different time. There was a bad energy that absorbed into my skin, made me feel the terror all the way up to my throat.
A man stood in front of a statue, dressed in all black, his back to me.
I hadn’t noticed him before. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere…but that wasn’t possible.
I knew what his face looked like. I knew when he turned around, he would give me that eerie smile. I knew it would shake me down to my soul. I decided that I would rather run deep into the woods than face this psychopath, so I turned back to the door and grabbed the knob.
It wouldn’t turn.
That bitch had locked me in there.
I put all my weight down on the knob and tried to turn it before slamming my body into the wood.
“Care-ful.” He didn’t raise his voice, but it somehow traveled across the room and reached my ears. “Your wi-ng-s.” He pronounced every syllable unnecessarily, making his pattern of speech just as bizarre as his face. He also seemed to make a hiss with his s’s, as if he was trying to mimic the sound of a snake.
I rested my cheek against the wood and breathed through a mixture of exhaustion and terror. When I saw him in the audience at my show, I should have used my credit card and bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Even Antarctica would be just fine. Why was I stupid enough to believe that the police would be a match for these psychopaths? I should have followed my instincts and left Paris.
“An-gel. Come here.”
I pushed off the door then looked down the aisle where he continued to stand. “I’m not an angel. And you aren’t a demon.”
There was a long stretch of silence, his body rigid and still just like Rebecca’s. “I dis-s-a-gree.” He turned around and faced me, looking at me for the first time without that smile plastered on his face. His eyes were serious and haunted, and without his smile, he looked deeply disturbed, as if he was on the verge of a breakdown. He raised his hand and indicated to the white throne. “Please. Join me.” He moved to the black throne and slowly lowered himself into the chair, his knees apart, his hands gripping the jagged edges. His head was turned my way, and he kept that dark stare pinned on me.
