I don’t give a fuck about the other ones we’ve been killing, the ones who ‘deserve it.’ I want the Brethren.” Diel’s pulse started to race and the collar hissed in warning. “I need to kill the fucking Brethren.”
“I second that.” Raphael was staring at the string around his finger. He looked up and addressed Gabriel. “I need their necks under my hands.”
“Raphe—”
“I agree,” Bara said, interrupting Gabriel. The redhead crossed his arms over his chest. His skin was scratched, torn and bleeding from the fight with Diel.
“Me too.” Uriel nudged his chin in Diel’s direction in support.
“And me,” Sela said, his jaw tight.
Gabriel stared at the artist. “You would want that? Even knowing who you might face?”
Sela’s lip hooked up in dark amusement. “Let’s just say there’s no love lost between him and me, if that’s what you’re getting at. I’ll face him one day. It will happen eventually. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I want them too.” Gabriel’s head snapped up when Michael, his true, blood-related brother, spoke. Gabriel watched as Michael stared at the vial around his neck, a flush coating his pale cheeks.
“I know it’s what you all want.” Gabriel ran his hand down his face. “But that’s a Pandora’s Box I’m not sure we should open. Ever open.” Diel’s head twitched in annoyance, but he got to his feet, only catching the carnage around the gym in his peripheral. Carnage he had caused. “I don’t even know where they all are, who they all are. I’ve spent years learning how to avoid them, not to walk right into their path.”
“We’re meant to destroy them,” Bara said. Uriel nodded in agreement with his best friend. “We escaped Purgatory to kill them. I know it. And I know you do too, Angel.”
Gabriel sighed, shutting down the topic, then looked back at Diel. “Are you okay now? Are you calmer?” Diel gave him a curt nod, but it was a temporary peace between him and his monster; everyone in the gym knew that. Gabriel knew that most of all. Despite the collar’s current effectiveness, Diel understood that the monster’s need to kill was only growing stronger—the need to kill the Brethren, to finally claim the ones who’d hurt them, who still lived in the world, free and unpunished. Diel was a ticking time bomb. He knew Gabriel understood that too by the obvious worry in his blue eyes.
The Brethren were going to die by Diel’s hands, sanctioned by Gabriel or not.
Gabriel sat staring into the fire. The grandfather clock ticked a hypnotizing rhythm beside him. The room was in complete darkness but for the orange flames that climbed up the chimney in front of him. He was dressed back in his clerical suit, showered and shaved after the nightmare that the gym session had become.
Gabriel had thought letting Diel exorcise his frustrations would help; instead, it seemed to have had the opposite effect. Gabriel knew his brothers. He knew their every emotion, knew how to read them better than they could read themselves.
And Diel was breaking.
The night they saved Maria from the Brethren had set off a chain reaction in Diel that Gabriel had no way of stopping. All that they had built at Eden Manor since their breakout from Purgatory as teens was crumbling to ruins, and Gabriel could feel his soul breaking too, his tight hold on his brothers’ salvation slipping away like sand through his fingers.
Gabriel had seen his brothers the night they’d confronted the Brethren. He’d seen the elation on their faces as they’d torn down their tormentors in cold blood, as they’d looked the men straight in the eyes as they ripped them apart, as they’d attacked their abusers, living and breathing their reckoning as they simultaneously sated their darkest desires.
And Gabriel had been guilty of that too. The flames before him taunted him, swaying as they climbed from the hearth. They danced seductively, mocking him for his own sin. His moment of wickedness when faced with his old guardians.
Gabriel closed his eyes and saw Father Quinn on the floor of Purgatory, looking up at him as if Gabriel was nothing but filth. And in that second, Gabriel had been weak. In that moment, with gasoline poured all around the underground building that was riddled with abuse, Gabriel had met the old priest’s eyes and lit the match that let that underground prison burn.
Along with Father Quinn.
Gabriel shifted, feeling the cilice around his thigh bite into his flesh, just as the door to his