Devil May Cry (35 page)

Oof, she'd forgotten about his ability to do that. “I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not,” he said with an understanding smile. “It's something you've thought about a lot. Don't forget, you get that ability to read people and their emotions from me.”

She was really squirming now. No wonder poor Kish had taken her head off. “Am I this obnoxious with it?”

“Probably.”

“No wonder people get so irritated with me.”

“I'm sure they forgive you quickly enough.”

Not really, but she didn't want to argue with him.

He leaned forward to pin her with an earnest look. “For the record, I haven't done anything to your mother.”

“You seduced her.”

“I kissed her, and believe me when I say my intent was never to make her crave me. I was actually hoping she'd kill me for it.”

His confession startled her—it was so extremely different from the way Artemis had portrayed the event. “What?”

He nodded and she could feel his sincerity. “There has never been a woman born I wanted to seduce, and that's the truth. I have spent my entire lifetime trying to get people to keep their hands off me. So before you blame me for seducing your mother and then scorning her, get the facts. I kissed her once, hoping for death, and then she came after me.”

It was hard for Kat to wrap her mind around that, but then again, it made a lot of sense.

“As for my parents…” he continued, “they were totally screwed up from the beginning, but that has nothing to do with you or me. And it definitely has no bearing on your relationship with Sin unless you make it so. Don't. Your problems with Sin are simple. He's scared and you're pushing him to take a step he's not ready to take.”

“You told me to go to him. I did.”

“And did you apologize?”

“Yes.”

“Then give him time, Katra. When you've spent a lifetime being betrayed by everyone around you, it's really hard to let that go. Sin is afraid of love.”

She didn't understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?”

“How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone …
truly
love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough … but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”

Kat swallowed against the lump in her throat as she heard the pain inside him. Her eyes tearing, she walked forward, into his arms, and hugged him.

Ash couldn't breathe as he felt his daughter's arms around him. Only Simi had ever held him like this. There were no demands or payment expected for the embrace. It was meant for comfort only.

And it meant everything to him.

“I love you, Dad, and I would never hurt you.”

He closed his eyes as those words touched him deeply. “I know, baby. Just give Sin a little space and let him come to grips with himself and his past.”

“And if he doesn't?”

“I'll take him outside and beat him for making my girl cry.”

She laughed through her tears as she backed away from him. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Forget medieval, I'll break Atlantean on his ass, and you've seen what a ticked-off Atlantean god can do. Makes Hannibal Lecter look like a crybaby.”

Smiling, Kat sniffed back her tears. “I'm going to hold you to that, you know?”

“Feel free. I live to kick the snot out of people.”

Kat really liked that thought. She could just see Ash doing that, too.

She wiped her eyes before she had a weird off-topic question. “What do you do when Mom leaves you alone like this?”

He shrugged. “I write romance novels.”

His response was so quick, deadpan, and unexpected that she was stunned. “Really?”

“Nah.” He winked at her. “I'm not that talented, and I know absolutely nothing about romance. I only wanted to see your reaction.”

Ha ha. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to his humor. “So what do you do? Really?”

“Nothing. Really. It's boring as hell. Artemis won't allow me to bring anything here with me. No guitar. No Cartoon Network. Occasionally, I sneak a book in just to watch her wig out when she finds it.”

That didn't make any sense to Kat. Why would her mother be so cruel? “Why doesn't she allow you to have anything here?”

“It's a distraction and she won't tolerate it. My part of the bargain is to be at her beck and call. So here I wait. It's another power trip … a small victory she can claim over me.”

“Why do you tolerate it?”

The look in his swirling silver eyes sent a shiver down her spine. “The same reason Sin hasn't resigned himself to death. There are six billion people on earth who need someone to protect them from things that are scarier than the tax man or the knife-wielding stranger. Things that a gun won't stop. As long as their lives hang in the balance, what's a little humiliation for me? Besides, I'm used to it.”

Maybe, but she wondered if she'd be so altruistic in his place. “Yeah, but you're a god of fate. Can't you change that?”

“You're thinking like a child, Katra. Things that appear simple very seldom are. It's like the mechanic who goes to fix the carburetor and in doing so accidentally puts a hole in the radiator and causes even more damage. Every person on this planet is connected. Sometimes those lines are easy to see, and others are more complex. You change one insignificant thing and you change the very core of humanity. Case in point: had I stopped you from taking Sin's powers, he wouldn't have become what he is now. He'd have been just as cold as your mother.”

“But his pantheon would have survived.”

“Would it? Fate is never that simple. It doesn't go in a straight line, and the more you try to circumvent it, the worse you make it on yourself. Fate will not be denied. Sin would have lost his powers by another means, at another time and place. And whoever took them then might have killed him. Had he died, the world would have ended a long time ago or the gallu would have run free and taken over. There are infinite possibilities.”

“But if fate won't be denied … if it's set, how could there be infinite possibilities?” That was a question she'd never fully understood.

“Only certain aspects are fated. The outcome isn't. It was fated that Sin would lose his godhood. The means and what followed were determined by free will. Free will is that one scary variable that sets so much into motion that no one, not even I, have control over.”

“I don't understand.”

He took a deep breath as he rubbed her arm comfortingly. “Here's an example. When I first met Nick Gautier it was fated that he was to get married at age thirty and have a dozen kids. As our friendship grew, I lost the ability to see how his future would play out. Then in one moment of anger, I changed his destiny by telling him he should kill himself. I didn't mean it, but as a god of fate, such proclamations when made by me are law. Fate realigned the circumstances around him that would lead him to make a decision to take his own life. The woman he was to marry ended up dead in her store. His mother's life was taken by a Daimon and Nick shot himself at her feet.
My
free will would have been to not lash out at him. Instead, I did. His free will would have been to seek revenge as a human against a Daimon and not kill himself. But because of who I am, my proclamation that he kill himself outweighed his will and he didn't really have any choice. I took his free will and I cost him everyone who was close to him. Do you understand?”

She was beginning to see, but there was still the matter of the original plan for Nick. “If fate won't be denied, then Nick could still find someone to marry and have a dozen kids, right?”

“That might have been true, but the moment I forced my will onto his life I altered that. His fate is no longer set and it's his free will now that leads him toward a destiny I can't see. But I know his future actions will touch the lives of people I love and whatever happens to them is ultimately my fault for being stupid. Don't be stupid, Katra. Never speak in anger and never try to force your will onto someone else. You'll never find peace in that.”

Kat paused as she realized exactly what he meant. For centuries her mother had been trying to force her will on him. Her grandfather had tried to force his will onto her grandmother. And in each case the outcome had been disastrous for everyone involved. As much as Kat wanted to have Sin, unless he was willing, there would never be any happiness between them. “I understand.”

“Good. That's the first step.”

She supposed. But honestly, doing the right thing really hurt when all she wanted to do was go force Sin to take her back.

Kat looked at Acheron and shook her head. “You are incredibly wise.”

He laughed. “Only when it comes to other people. It's easy to see how to fix their lives. It's much harder to see the cracks in your own house.”

“Well, I appreciate it. Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek before she left him alone and headed for her room. She had to leave the temple to walk across to the dormitory that belonged to all of the
koris
who served Artemis. Kat's room was the last on the left.

She would give Sin the space he needed to see what he wanted out of his life. She wouldn't seek him out. Let him be the one to call. It was the only way.

As she went to open her bedroom curtains to let daylight in, she heard something behind her. Turning, she watched as Xypher appeared in the center of her room.

His expression was cold and brutal as he dragged a male demon in true demon form across her floor. He held the demon by the scruff of his neck as he kicked and screamed, demanding release. Xypher was covered in blood. Scratches marred the left side of his face.

But he didn't seem to notice as he walked calmly toward Kat.

As soon as he reached her, he dumped the demon at her feet. The demon tried to rise, but Xypher kicked him back down. “I found this piece of shit trying to eat a woman outside a deli. Thought it might prove a good snitch and I was right.”

He grabbed the demon by the hair and pulled him up so that Kat could see his face. “Now tell the good lady where Kessar put the Tablet of Destiny.”

“It's around his neck. He won't let anyone near it.”

“And Zakar?”

“He's pinned to the side of the master's throne.”

Xypher let the demon fall back to the floor. “Good enough? Now, can I kill it?”

She looked at Xypher's bleeding wounds. “What about you? Are you converting?”

He laughed bitterly. “I'm dead. Can't convert me when I don't have a pulse.”

That made her feel better … in an odd way.

“Can I kill it now?”

Kat hesitated and she didn't even know why. Looking at the demon, helpless on the floor …

It was one thing to kill in a fight but another to kill after the person, or demon in this case, had been defeated. It just seemed wrong somehow.

“What are you? Weak?” Xypher snarled when she didn't respond. “Don't tell me you want me to spare this pathetic animal when it wouldn't show you any such mercy. Believe me, it's better to take the head off a cobra before the cobra strikes you.”

“A cobra can't help what it is. Why should you punish it because it's doing what the gods created it to do?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Are we going to debate philosophy or should I just kiss and make up with the demon now? Let it get a good shot at your throat so it can rip it out?”

Xypher was right. This was no time to be merciful, especially since she'd seen what demons were capable of firsthand. They didn't show mercy or compassion. But that didn't mean she had to be just like them. “Put him down mercifully.”

“Yes, Queenie,” Xypher said, his tone full of venom and sarcasm. “I'll make sure and use a cushioned blade.”

“I could do without your sarcasm.”

“And I could do without your bleeding heart.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. “Just remember, my bleeding heart is what gained you a shot at freedom.”

His face turned to stone. “Queenie, it was a bleeding heart that put me in that position to begin with. The person I was trying to protect when I was taken didn't return the favor. The bitch was only using me. So take my advice: whatever compassion you have, kill it off. You'll thank me for it later.” And with that he vanished.

Kat stood there for a full second as his words rang in her ears. It made her wonder if maybe Xypher wasn't right. Betrayal seemed to be the worst part of humanity.

At least with the gallu, they didn't pretend. They merely were what they were. Demons. You knew where you stood. They didn't pretend to like you and then try to stab you in the back. They came at your throat from the beginning.

She could almost respect them for that. Maybe they were a higher life-form after all. Betrayal wasn't in their nature.

With that thought, another terrifying one went through her mind. Sin knew how to kill her. She'd given him a secret that no one, not even her mother, knew.

Was his kindness toward her only a facade meant to blind her until he betrayed her?

Surely not.…

I took his powers.
He'd been after her mother for centuries to kill her for that. Now he knew Artemis was innocent and Kat was the one who'd done it.