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“Kellan.”A loud voice filled the space.
Shay sucked in her breath. Damien did too before both sets of eyes went to me.
“Who is that?” Damien asked.
I ignored him.
“What?”I asked impatiently
“You need to come to me, son.”
Like hell I would. “How are you reaching me?”
“I can always reach you. You need to come to me. I need to speak to you.”
“No—”
“It’s about your messenger—”
No!“NO!” Shay screamed that in my head and out loud, but I was gone.
Anything that had to do with her, I would always put her first—even if itwasSatan himself calling to me.
CHAPTER 3
KELLAN IN HELL NOW
It takes a while to get to hell, which I guess is kinda fitting, given the theme of it being hell. It’s not a short trip down or up. I knew my father could’ve been toying with me, baiting me by saying this was about Shay, but he’d never done that before.
If it was a lie, he was planning something else. What that was, who knew? But there would’ve been rumors. Other demons would’ve been skittish when they saw me. I would’ve felt the Earth rumbling—that actually happened sometimes. I would’ve smelled the deceit.
For us higher demons, that was a thing. Fear. Lies. Sexual arousal. Everything had a smell. Everything had its own energy. We could tap into all of it.
And truth also had its own feel, texture, smell.
I’d smelled truth from my father. Hence me coming down here.
Shay was pissed. I could feel it from her. We were still connected. We’d always be connected, but I’d put so many guards and walls around her now. I didn’t want her feeling and sensing everything alongside me once I did get through the barrier. And what would be worse was other demons picking up that I was bonded to a half-messenger.
I was sure they could feel her presence on me, so the more distance in our connection, the better.
Demons loved torturing messengers. Some would gladly die for one chance to unleash pain on a messenger. They didn’t care what kind of messenger—half, full, an asshole, or someone loved like Shay. They didn’t care. The hate went deep.
When I arrived at the barrier, I could feel the guards on the other side.
They never stopped anyone from coming down here. All were welcome. But once you got in, staying in one piece was another story.
I moved through the barrier, and immediately the guards corporealized and moved toward me.
I knew them. Both were higher demons, guards for my father.
“You knew I was coming,” I said.
Aardvin moved forward, his eyes gleaming.
Why wasn’t I surprised he’d picked a hideous body? There were boils on his skin, warts, and sores festering. He’d always beenoffin his tastes about who to torture.
“We’re here to escort you to your father,” he said. “He wants to make sure you arrive…alive. You’ve been above for so long, we thought you might’ve gonesoft.” He hissed the last word, finding enjoyment in the insult.
