"No. Dark-Hunter blood's poisonous to them."
Oh yeah, he'd forgotten that. "Then why come after you?"
"I have no idea. Maybe because I saw them?"
"How would they know that?"
Sam shrugged.
Dev tucked his phone in his pocket as he tried to think of what the Daimons could want from Sam. But he kept hitting a wall. "Did they say anything to you when they showed up in your house? Did you pick up on anything from them?"
"What I picked up was useless. Friggin' pansy Daimons. More worried about their love life than me. The only thing they said was that they were taking me to Stryker."
"The Spathi commander?"
"Yeah. Or it was someone else sitting on his throne surrounded by Daimons in their command center."
Dev let out a low whistle. "You're in trouble. That is one seriously messed-up man with a hard-on for Acheron and Apollo in the worst way. There's nothing he wouldn't do to kill either one."
"Why?"
"I assume he hates Ash for being the Dark-Hunter leader. Apollo because he's Stryker's father."
Sam gaped at the last thing she expected to hear. "What?"
Dev nodded. "Apollo created the Apollite race intending to use them to take over the Atlantean empire, then Greece and finally the Olympian pantheon. He wanted to rule the world and displace Zeus as the king of the gods. But when the Apollites killed Apollo's mistress and child, he went postal on them and in his madness forgot he was cursing his own half Apollite child and grandchildren too. Stryker never got over it and he's been looking for a way to kill his father ever since. Damn that whole vengeance quest. Not that I blame him. I'd be looking for blood too if I had to watch my children die because my dad was a flaming moron who couldn't keep his dick in his pants."
Sam held her hand up as she tried to digest everything he was telling her. But it wasn't making any sense. If what Dev was saying was true, Stryker would be...
Acheron's age. Which would be over eleven thousand years old.
No. It wasn't possible. "Wait. There aren't any Daimons that old. Most of them drop after a few decades. Some lucky ones every once in a blue moon might make it to a hundred or better. But they never--"
"Stryker has a whole army of people who are thousands of years old."
Sam refused to believe it. "Bullshit." How would that have failed to make the go-round in the Dark-Hunter gossip mill?
Dev shook his head, his gaze burning into hers with his sincerity. "No, for real. I know this for a fact. The Spathi Daimons are all thousands of years old."
She still found that hard to believe. She was five thousand years old and in all that time she'd never seen a Daimon more than a few decades old. The Dark-Hunters were too proficient at hunting them. They always found their prey. "How?"
"They're real good at what they do. Killing humans and surviving."
"No, not that. How do you know they're out there? It could all be a lie or like the Dread Pirate Roberts where it's one guy saying he's this Stryker while the real Stryker has been dead for centuries."
Dev grinned as if he appreciated her Princess Bride reference. "One of Ash's servants happens to be Stryker's son and is over eleven thousand years old himself. I've had many a talk with Urian about his father and their history."
That hit her like a punch in the gut. "And Acheron has never seen fit to tell us about this?"
"And risk you freaking out? Why would he?"
Because Daimons with that kind of training had to be brutal to fight. "Don't you think we need to know this?"
"You've lived how many centuries without it?"
Yes, but knowledge was power and they had a right to know who and what they were fighting. "You're just like Acheron."
"I'll take that as a compliment."