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He stopped in front of her, dwarfing the girl, and I increased my pressure on Seth's shoulder.
"Earth?" Behlial asked about Lilith's earlier statement.
"Our planet," she added.
My mother interfered. "Behlial, remember the Adamas call their planet Earth, not Adama."
"Ah, I do recall now." Behlial nodded. "The Adamas made us wait and attacked us, unprovoked. They will have to pay the price. We will leave when I am good and ready."
Lilith appeared crestfallen, and Behlial laughed. "Oh, don't look like a despairing lamb, it doesn't become your name to experience empathy for a pathetic race like the Adamas. You are a Nayphyllym. You spring from a stronger race."
"And who exactly are the Nayphyllym?" the female with the ebony skin, whose name escaped me, asked, showing Lilith wasn't the only one with spunk and reminding me of Fay again, making me wonder if all the Nayphyllyms from Adama were more spirted than our Tainted.
"We will get to that. For now, let me introduce my sons, who you will mate posthaste to produce seven healthy grandsons for me so we can be off this sorry excuse for a planet." Behlial gave us, his sons, a smirk.
"That no good boy sitting up there to the left," Behlial's hand waved at me, and I let go of Seth's shoulder, "is the firstborn from the last batch, Azazel."
As expected, I rose and slowly made my way to the brides I was supposed to choose from. None of them appealed to me, and I didn't want to antagonize Seth further by picking the one who so obviously infatuated him. I walked the line of shivering girls and flared my nostrils for show, not wanting Behlial to get suspicious of me. Plus, there was a little part of me that wanted to see just how far I could push Seth, so I turned between the girl he had picked and another, sniffing the air and pretending to think about my choices.
I finally settled on the one with the hair that reminded me of Fay. That, and she seemed too young to even be here. "This one, with the golden hair."
The girl, Phoebe, I remembered, looked petrified.
"Wait!" Lilith cried, stopping me in my tracks. What was she playing at?
"Don't we get a say in this?" she cried, and I almost laughed at her words.
But Behlial's laughter beat me and stopped mine. "Is the lamb allowed to choose who eats its meat?"
I decided it was time to get the girl out of here before Behlial called on Nergal. I could only too well imagine who Nergal would choose, and I did not want to witness what would happen next.
Leftalone,Iexploredthe rooms Azazel had left me in.
The colors of the walls, including ceiling and flooring, were held in dark tones, reminding me of being inside an old temple with its rough textured walls reminiscent of stone.
Artificial torches illuminated the area, but the shadows dancing across the room and four pillars did nothing to make this room look cozy; it had the opposite effect, especially once I inspected the intricate carvings. My heart stuttered at their sight: each one depicted scenes of what one might imagine hell would look like.
My rational mind told me that, if what I had learned was true and this ship had been periodically visiting Earth, all these symbols and scenes might have been taken by superstitious humans and interpreted as hell since theAsphodelwasn't bringing anything but death and destruction to my home world. Which was further proven by my irrational mind, as it kept telling me that I had indeed entered the bowels of hell. A very real hell, just not a place you visited once you were dead, even though I imagined one might have wished they were. At this point, I wasn't sure.
Being here alone, without Azazel, made me question my sanity for coming here in the first place. Even though I tried to tell myself that I didn't have a choice in it, because I was sure Azazel would have brought me here kicking and screaming either way.
He is an alien, a vampire, I reminded myself, but the expected shivers of revulsion didn't come. Instead there was only excitement, and I decided to stop thinking about him and to distract myself by inspecting my quarters more closely.
A window straight ahead of me caught my attention, but didn't help ease my mind; the view of a darkened New York City only fed my already overactive imagination.
I witnessed what was happening on the streets in the city down below, had lived it, and even though Azazel had assured me I was safe here, apprehension still lingered inside me.
My earlier reservations returned full force, and doubt enveloped me. What did I know about this man? Nothing.
He had saved me from the other vampire who had attacked me, I just wasn't sure about Azazel's original intent in doing so. A little voice inside me told me that he had been as predatory as the other. He had stalked me, and I was sure he had been ready to drain me of my blood, and I had no idea what made him stop. Something had changed in that moment.
All I was sure of was that he made me feel things I had never experienced before. Still, he could very well be the demon the name of his race suggested.
Thinking about Azazel was giving me a headache, so I turned to look at the room some more. An oval bed took over the center of the room. By the window stood a table with two chairs, and old-fashioned trunks were stacked against the other walls. Before my curiosity got the better of me about opening the trunks, I decided to investigate another door first, which led into a small, very human-like bathroom.
A toilet and bidet stood in one corner, another was taken up by a triangular bathtub, and a third by a shower surrounded by three walls. Two sinks, a long vanity, and a large mirror completed the bathroom.
The mirror reflected my bedraggled, blood encrusted self, and I decided a shower might help me ground myself.
