Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,119
You and your demon spouse? You forget my castle is mystically protected against any and all M?ri?r. He’ll never make it past the barrier.”
“No, it’s only me. I seized Abyssian Infernas’s kingdom—just as I’ll seize yours.”
“I confess I’m intrigued. Why would you ever believe you could best me?”
Because I learned trickery from a master. “Because I was anointed by hellfire as the true Queen of Pandemonia. Saetth, you cannot begin to understand my power. Not only do I wear the crown of hell, I wield the scepter of the primordial fey.”
His covetous eyes locked on it.
“It should look familiar to you,” she said. “It was forged of Titanian steel, at the same time your sword was created.” She tapped her chin with her free hand. “Oh, wait . . . you lost the Ancestors’ Sword to Rune the Baneblood—when you targeted that male’s mate in a cowardly attack.”
He didn’t deny that, just said, “A loss which makes me particularly interested in your scepter.”
So predictable. “I’m giving you one opportunity to abdicate. This is your only chance to leave this kingdom alive.”
“Indeed?” He shared a laugh with his courtiers before addressing her again. “I’m a warrior king, and you’re . . . you. We all know you’re better suited to modeling ball gowns and traipsing across a dance floor.”
Lila smiled pleasantly. “And still I’ll make a better ruler than you.”
“You continue to look at me as if I am the villain. You have yet to understand that I did what I had to in order to protect Sylvan.”
“Say that were true, you have yet to understand that if two alternatives are wrong, you don’t pick the least wrong, you figure out something right. That is what makes a monarch.”
She turned to address the crowd, giving him her back, hoping he’d take the bait. “I’m Queen Calliope, ruler of hell and heir to Sylvan’s throne,” she declared, her voice ringing. “When I defeat Saetth, you will all acknowledge my rule. Or I’ll end you.” She addressed the king’s guard. “You’ll vow fealty. Or you’ll die.” She told her cousins, “You’ll flee this kingdom. Or you’ll share Saetth’s coming fate.” Facing him once more, she said, “Don’t challenge me, cousin.”
The scepter drew his eyes again. That’s it, asshole. Take the bait—
Shouts sounded from the castle’s grounds. Soldiers? They were yelling for backup, the commotion growing louder. Fey archers started to fire, their bowstrings going twang, twang, twang.
Abyssian had come.
Inside, the crowd surged to the castle’s arched windows to look.
“A M?ri?r!”
“The handsome primordial!”
“Will the barrier hold?”
When a demonic battle roar carried through the night, she raised her gaze to the ceiling. “Fucker.”
FIFTY-EIGHT
The castle was as protected as hell had been, an invisible shield blocking Sian’s way. No tracing inside.
In front of that barrier, a line of soldiers with swords and spears mounted a defense.
Sian had charged them. All of them.
Poisoned arrows rained down from the castle’s battlements, crossing the shield though he could not.
He swung his ax over and over, not to strike soldiers—but to deflect arrows. He bodily knocked down swordsmen, clearing enough of them out of the way for him to reach the barrier.
He sank his ax into the mystical shield. It wavered. Held strong.
His opponents regrouped, attacking his back. He warded off strikes, but they were fast. Soon the small number of swordsmen gave way to troops hundreds deep.
Every time he raised his ax, soldiers landed blows, piercing his torso. Pain flared over every inch of his body. Archers continued to target him. Arrows jutted from his shoulders, glancing off his skull, lacing gashes with poison.
Wings and horns would come in really fucking handy right now.
A different kind of pain erupted. In his jaw. His temples. The tips of his fingers. He chanced a look down. His hands and arms were darkening, claws protruding from his fingers. Glyphs began to glow.
He gritted his lengthening fangs when his wings burst free and his horns emerged from his head.
The guards hesitated, stunned by his transformation.
They went flying when his wings flashed out. Missed those. Seizing room to move, he swung his ax against the barrier.
Why would he return to this form? Maybe Calliope had gone cold forever. Had he lost the fire?
Just get to her. Where was she? He scanned the windows. Didn’t see her amid all the fey gazing out. Another sweep of his gaze . . . There! He spied his mate just approaching the glass. She was alive! He didn’t see Saetth near her.