“Gratitude?” Sylora prompted, and Jestry looked back through the trees to the small cottage, and rubbed his face.
“Yes,” he managed to whisper after a few heartbeats, and he turned to stare back at Sylora, this woman he so adored. “Surprise?”
“Why?”
He looked back to the cottage, holding up his hands to indicate to Sylora that the answer should be obvious. Among Jestry’s male peers—even some of the female zealots—discussions of such escapades were fairly common, the typical bonding and bragging of strong young warriors living on the edge of disaster. But how could Jestry even begin to brag about this night? Who would believe him?
He looked back at Sylora and couldn’t help himself. “I love you.”
She hit him so hard that his weakened legs wouldn’t support him and he tumbled sidelong to the ground.
“Why?” he cried, looking up at her. “What?”
“Do you think Asmodeus would approve of such idiocy? Love? There is no love. There is only lust.”
“But—”
“You disappoint me,” Sylora interrupted and started away, and Jestry pulled himself to his feet and scrambled after her. Again she stopped just as he neared, turning an even sharper stare over him.
“That is the truth we know!” Sylora said, and she poked her finger hard against his chest. “And in that truth, we are stronger. There is no love. Our enemies are weak because they delve into such nonsense. There is no love, only lust. There is no warmth, only heat. There is no friendship, only alliance. There is no community, only self. These are the tenets of your existence. These are the truths to which you gave yourself. Would you deny all of that because your loins itch?”
As she finished, she reached down and grabbed Jestry’s crotch hard and twisted. The man grimaced but held his ground.
“You desire me,” Sylora whispered, moving very close to the man’s face. She held her grip as she did, and twisted a bit more.
“You desire me,” she said again, more intently, and Jestry realized that there was a question in her tone. He nodded.
“You must have me,” she said. “You seek to possess me.”
Again he nodded.
“What I just gave to you with Arunika will only sate you temporarily,” she whispered. “And then you will need me again, even more, and you will beg me to show you even greater pleasure.”
Jestry was breathing too hard to respond.
Sylora let him go and shoved him back a step.
“I’m glad of that,” she said, suddenly calm. “And the promise of greater pleasures, pleasures beyond your imagination, is not a hollow one. I have a purpose for you, Jestry, and when you fulfill it, I’ll show to you a level of ecstasy that will probably kill you. You would like to die like that, wouldn’t you?”
Jestry found himself nodding before he even considered the implications of her promise.
“But woe to you if your death is not found in service to Asmodeus.”
“What do you mean?”
“The devil lord would frown on love, don’t you think?”
The words hit Jestry hard and he lowered his gaze with embarrassment. “Yes,” he admitted softly.
“There is no love, only lust,” Sylora instructed yet again. “Our enemies don’t understand that, and so they are soft.”
“The Netherese?” Jestry asked, looking up.
Sylora shook her head. “Not the Netherese. They, too, understand, and that’s why they are dangerous. Our other enemies—the humans, the dwarves, the elves, the halflings—they are weak.”
“But we’re human,” Jestry said before he could bite back the words.
“We have ascended, because we know the truth. And what is that truth, Jestry?”
The man swallowed hard because within Sylora’s words there loomed a clear threat should he fail this test.
“There is no love, only lust,” Jestry recited.
“But you said that you loved me.”
Jestry took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Only because I desire you. I’d tear off your clothes and throw you down before me!”
“You said that you loved me.”
“I’ve been taught that women wish to hear those words, so I said them that I might more fully possess you,” Jestry insisted. He tried to sound convincing, but knew the lie to be so obvious as to be ridiculous.
“And now that you know that I reject those words, and that I desire you in the same way as you do me?” Sylora teased, coming forward to stand very near to him again, letting him feel her hot breath on his neck and chin.
“I hunger for you even more,” Jestry said. He was glad that he’d paused