"I haven't wet my ax with a Sylvan's blood in millennia. And our archer doesn't slay your kind indiscriminately. He only kills the royals from Queen Magh's line."
"Why?"
"He vowed to stamp out her descendants. Saetth is Magh's son, and the rest of his kin are like him--evil and vicious. The whole tainted root needs to be destroyed. The worlds will be a much better place without those degenerates."
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm to believe Rune only kills royal fey? And only those guilty of viciousness? Is he so infallible as judge, jury, and executioner?"
"Yes, you're to believe that. There's little about the fey that he doesn't know."
"I read in the Book of Lore that you and your alliance fought the ice demonarchy recently, laying waste to their whole army. Is that true?"
"No. Only four out of our alliance actually fought them." Allixta had twiddled her thumbs with boredom, her magic unneeded in that conflict.
"According to the book, the archer shot a shock-wave arrow that turned bones to dust. Across the battlefield, demons writhed on the ground like worms, never to regenerate. You were no less deadly, taking out battalions with your ax."
"That demonarchy was attempting to awaken a malevolent god who once tried to bury all of Gaia in ice. But none of you are old enough to remember that. The Morior are." If those demons had succeeded, the apocalypse would be a lot sooner than any in the Lore expected. "We warned them what would happen should they stand against us. We always warn them."
She tilted her head, as if she didn't know whether to believe him.
"What else have you heard about my alliance?"
"Rumor says Orion the Undoing can detect weaknesses in everything and everyone."
True. "Is that the rumor?" Sian would never give this female information that wasn't commonly known. And he'd reveal no weaknesses--history wouldn't repeat itself--but then, the Morior had very few. "Our leader's powers are unimaginable. Any who challenge him are doomed to failure."
"The Morior's base is supposed to be a dimension that moves through space and time."
"It's called Tenebrous, and that's no secret." The war room in Perdishian--Orion's black-stone castle there--had a wall of glass through which one could see worlds flashing by.
"Many believe the Morior's dragon can incinerate an entire realm."
Also true. "King Uthyr is a long-term visitor here at the castle."
Voice scaling higher, she said, "Do the others visit often?"
"They rarely travel to Pandemonia," he told her, noting the relief in her expression. She should be afraid of them. But . . . "You are currently with the Morior who poses the greatest threat to you."
She shot him another glare. "I have heard a lot about your alliance, but I could never determine one thing: what do the Morior want?"
"To stop the apocalypse."
"Stop it? You bring the doom."
He shook his head. "We herald it. The Vertas alliance is led by Nix the Ever-Knowing, a madwoman who seems bent on destroying this universe. She foolishly believes she can match Orion in power." Her counterintuitive maneuvering left the Morior scratching their heads. If Orion was known as the Undoing, Nix should be known as the Unpredictable. "Yet so many in Gaia--including the fey--foolishly trust her. We will stop her. We will right the balance."
"By enslaving us all? By annihilating our way of life and burning our realms to the ground?"
"By defeating and governing you. We journeyed from the Elserealms to Gaia solely for that purpose."
"Do you intend to govern us like you did the legions who'd gathered below? I think the word you're looking for is oppress."
Irritation simmered. "I might have . . . intimidated them so they would return to Slaughter Gorge, to resume their interminable punishment."
"That sounds dire."
"It should be. They took part in an uprising against my sire, so Devel punished them diabolically."
"How so?"
"He divided them into two armies, banishing half to an inferno on one side of the valley and half to an abyss on the other. Each of their strongholds contained a locked portal that led out of hell and a golden key."
"Let me guess: the key only worked on the opposite army's portal."
Sian was impressed. "Just so. Their desire to leave hell embroiled them in eternal strife. They've battled each other every night for millennia." At least until the Vrekener queen had somehow stolen both keys. All Melanthe had wanted was the godsdamned gold.
"Millennia? You didn't think they'd served a long enough punishment?" Calliope asked, incredulous. "So you sent them back for more?"
"Eternal means eternity." Sian had replaced the keys, starting the whole thing back up again.
"What about forgiveness? Or peace?"
"Demons don't forgive, and peace is overrated. War is what I live for. I have the disposition for battle and a body designed for killing." He took a drink. "Let me guess: you don't believe in war."
"Only when it can't be avoided and it ends in peace. You're planning to invade Sylvan, but you don't have to. Is there anything in the universe that I could do or say to keep you from attacking?"
Careful, Calliope, you could give a demon dangerous ideas. What did he want more? Payback against Sylvan, or its former princess in his bed?
He intended to have both. "I will enjoy my long-awaited revenge."
"Then fey children are right to be afraid of you." Did younglings truly fear them all? "What will you do when you conquer the kingdom?"
"So certain of my victory?"
She rolled her eyes.
He liked that she understood his might. "After wiping out any resistance, I will free the demons of that land, then enslave the fey nobility. I daresay you're a member of the Sylvan gentry."
"I daresay I'm already a slave."
Gods, her insolence was sexy. Excitement continued to burn away his ennui.
"I would support your first decree," she said.
"Would you indeed?"
She nodded. "If I were queen, I'd liberate all the demons."
"You mean those serfs?"
Her cheeks flushed, his barb hitting home. "I was young when I left the kingdom. I might not have understood Sylvan as well as I'd thought."
Her admission surprised him. "But you wouldn't support my second decree? Do you not think the fey overlords deserve a like punishment for enslaving others?"
"If you did that, you would be duplicating the worst thing that kingdom ever did."
"Your actions were critical to the success of that slave raid!"
"I'm not Karinna." Seeming to rein in her temper, she said, "You don't have to be that kind of ruler. Don't do this, Abyssian."
"What do you know of ruling? Or of anything?"
"What do you know? You've been king for just a short while, and your first decree is war? No, wait--that's your second. Your true first was doubling down on an eternal punishment." Tone dripping with sarcasm, she said, "Your royal record will be unmatched in history."
If Sian hadn't fucked up so dearly in the past, Gourlav's record would've been historic. After his brother had been forced to abandon all those subjects, the young, idealistic king had lost any desire he'd had to make changes.
He'd shouldered all the blame for families being torn apart, and for what had happened to Sian. "Dear go
ds, brother, how could they have . . . your horns were . . . ?" Gourlav hadn't even been able to say the word: amputated. "They will never grow back . . . and I forced you to go there." Sian had handed Gourlav his bloodied horns, telling him, "Cast these away. I never want to see them again."
To this day, he had no idea what Gourlav had done with them.
Calliope said, "If you're going to defeat and govern, then decree instead that the fey and demons live in peace together. Make the kingdom an example of what could be."
"The Sylvans would never live like that. They consider every other species inferior. Did your family not raise you to believe that?"
"I can think for myself." Five words Kari would never have uttered.
"Come, you must believe the practices of other species are savage. For instance, a demon's claiming bite."
"I'd say it's fairly common. The Lykae and vampires do it too."
"If you were mate to a Lykae, would you let him mark your flesh?"
"If I loved and trusted him, I would," she said, astounding Sian. "But . . ."
"But what?" Of course she would qualify such a statement.
"I don't think it's fair. Why don't females ever get to bite? If I wore a mark, I'd make my man get a tattoo or something."
"A tattoo," he rasped. "To make things fairer."
"Was that too progressive for a relic like you?"
Imaginings ran riot in his mind. Her baring her neck to receive his fangs . . . while he plunged his shaft inside her . . . on the brink of spilling for the first time . . .
The visual had made him hard as hell metal, his fangs now aching along with his cock. He scrubbed his palm over his mouth. Calliope dredged up hopes best left buried.
How had he gone from his plan to use and discard her to fantasizing about claiming her as his own?
What if she returns different?
He shook his head hard. What was more likely--that his mate would welcome a male's bite or that she was weaving a web of deception even now?
Had she figured out she was his? He hadn't exactly concealed his attraction, yet she'd never brought up the possibility. "If you have your own views on other species, what do you make of demons?"
"If I based my opinion on my experiences with you, I would assume all demons are violent and unnecessarily cruel. But I don't believe in wholesale hate, attributing the deeds of one to many."
Who was this creature? "Violent and cruel?" What had Uthyr said? There's a difference between trickery and cruelty. "Guilty as charged. I come by both honestly; I am the king of hell."