Torn (Demon Kissed #3) (11 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Voices spoke around me, but the words were muffled. It sounded like they were speaking underwater. When I finally made out what they were saying, I opened my eyes. A frizzy-haired old nun hovered over me, dabbing my head with a damp cloth.

“You don’t do anything small, do you?” Al asked. She patted my head again, and I realized that I was covered in sweat. Moving slowly I felt the bandages on my arms. Scanning the room, I looked for Collin, but he wasn’t there. Al answered before I could ask, “He’s fine. You’re the one who took the brunt of it. We bandaged you up. Collin went to go get something to heal those wounds, since I don’t have a healer here right now.”

Sadness stirred through the pain. Shannon was their healer. My voice rasped as I spoke, “Something went wrong.” I tried to sit up. Al gently helped me. “The pain was much…more.” My hand gently touched my chest where the agony from the sapphire serum was the greatest. It was then I realized that I was wearing a sweat shirt. Someone changed me while I was passed out. I looked at her wrinkled face. “You saw?” If she was the one who dressed my wounds and put this shirt on me, she would have seen the scar—and the streak of blue poison still imbedded in my skin.

She nodded solemnly. “Is that what I think it is?”

I nodded and explained what happened. “I thought it would end the prophecy. I thought stabbing
myself
with the Guardian’s fang would fix everything. Turns out, I thought wrong. I couldn’t have been more wrong.” I hesitated. “Is anyone else here?”

Al shook her head. “These days everyone is running off trying to stop the prophecy from occurring. I’m just an old Seyer, sitting here, waiting to see what happens next. So you caught me alone. Tell me girl. I see someone patched you up, mostly.” She sat on the couch next to me.

I told her what happened, leaving nothing out. I told her about the Lorren, my plans to die there, and the boy who was living inside the deadly maze. “It turns out that boy’s name is Lorren. He made the Lorren. And he’s not a boy, Al. He’s an angel.”

Al’s skin turned ghostly white as her eyes widened. It took her a minute to close her gaping jaw and recompose herself. “Then we’re in much worse shape than I thought.” She shook her head and stood, walking away from me slowly. Her black dress swished the floor around her swollen ankles. “The angels would only show up for two reasons.
 
One reason is because the demons are winning the war and the angels have been forced to make more Martis faster than normal.
 
The other reason—the reason that seems more likely—is because the Martis aren’t fulfilling their purpose any more. As a group, we’ve strayed from the old ways, Ivy.” Al shook her head as a worry creased her brow. “Things aren’t the way they once were. Martis once had glorious power. We did more than govern our own, heal, and see visions of what might be. We were holy—a group of people set apart from the rest of the world. The Martis were loyal, kind, and used the power granted by the angels to protect humanity and slay the Valefar. But, as time passed something changed and our angelic power receded, until we were left with next to nothing. ” She wrung her hands as she spoke and turned back to me. “We have no place among angels anymore. Not with the Tribunal executing those who stand up and try to do what’s right. I’d hoped our kind would change and recognize how far they’d strayed, but that night they condemned Eric… ” She shook her head, unable to finish.

One thing that was remarkable about Al was that she always knew what to do, and it was always the right thing to do. But now, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn’t know. She didn’t know what was coming or what to do next.

Her voice was grave as she looked at me, “Seeing an angel so close to home can’t be a good thing. Angels don’t mess in our world. If they’re coming back, then things are much worse than I feared.”

I wanted to comfort her, but I knew she wouldn’t have it. Facts were facts, she’d told me. When life was hard it just meant we had to work harder too. The nun sat next to me, as I looked to her and said, “But Al, the Martis are as screwed up as the Valefar. They haven’t been fulfilling their purpose for a while. It’s not like this just happened. Why would the angels come back now? What’s so pivotal at this point in time that they’d interfere, especially if they usually have a hands-off policy?”

“Because it’s time,” Al said looking impossibly old and worn out. Her shoulders slumped as she stared off into space, not focusing on anything while she spoke. “Because you’re here, and the prophecy is ready to play out.” My mouth shot open, ready to contest her, but she put her wrinkled hand on my shoulder in a soothing touch that silenced me. Her silver eyes gazed at me as she smiled weakly. “The prophecy will happen, Ivy. You must know that by now. There’s no question anymore. Whatever paths we may have tried to put you on didn’t work. You’ll become the Demon Queen. You’ll reign in the Underworld. It’s your fate. And it’s time. That’s why the angels are here, child. It’s time.”

A fury of emotions whipped through me. I wanted to deny it—the entire thing. I didn’t want to be the Prophecy One, but I was. My stomach slid into my toes, as I asked, “You don’t believe in me anymore?” I looked at my feet, too afraid to hear her words. She’d lost faith in me. It felt like there was no air.

Al grabbed my arm and said, “Of course I believe in you,” she snapped back to life, and the worried expression slid off her face and was replaced with determination. “I know you’ll do what’s right. I know you, girl. You have a big heart, but sometimes things happen and there ain’t
no
reason. It just happens. It’s the kind of thing that makes sense later if we’re lucky.

“There’s another war coming, Ivy. The angels and demons will fight. And you’ll be the victor—there’s no doubt about that. Remember who you are girl. It’s what will make you into who you need to be.”

Barely able to speak, I replied, “But it’s already all laid out. I know who I’ll be. If that prophecy comes true, I’ll become the vile evil monster that Shannon told me about.” My throat tightened as I spoke, “I’ll be trapped in Hell.” I slumped forward, resting my face in my hands.

“No, girl.
That’s the part that’s up for grabs.” I looked up at her confused. “There are staples in the prophecy—things that don’t change—but there are still parts that are up to you, even if you win the war—even if you become the Demon Queen.”

Swallowing hard, I could barely process what she’d said. There was so much happening, so many things that I tried to avoid, but now they were all crashing together and forcing me to become the one thing I dreaded most—Demon Queen. I didn’t know what that meant. How could I possibly be ruler of the Underworld and be a good person? Life doesn’t work like that. The wicked are punished and get sent to Hell. My entire life, I tried to be good enough to go to Heaven—but now there was no chance. My destiny was the Underworld—that horrible dark cold place where evil reigns. Swallowing hard I looked over at Al.

She patted my back. “Drop your preconceptions of good and evil. Most of life is lived somewhere in the middle, Ivy. Martis were supposed to be truly good like the angels who made them, but look at Julia. Look what she’s done. And Valefar are supposed to be inherently evil like the demons that made them, but look at Collin. There are strange days ahead of us. An old Martis, a Valefar, and the Prophecy One will work together. I’ve seen it. It’s the strangest vision I’ve ever had.” Her eyes dropped before she looked at me. “You can do this.”

“You saw me? You saw the vision of what happens to me?” I asked.

She nodded. “I have. I’m proud of you, although I can’t tell you why.” She had a sad smile on her face. “Just know that I’ll be proud of you.”

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. My life was being slowly destroyed by angels and demons, and their servants. There was no ideal of normal anymore. Al was one of the only people I could trust. Her words gave me an anchor of hope that I would cling to as everything fell apart.

I didn’t want to talk about the prophecy anymore. I didn’t want to ask her how I would destroy the world or what would happen to everything. Instead, I skipped to the practical question that had been lingering in my mind, “So this Lorren guy; is he trouble?”

Al shrugged. “I don’t know. If he wanted to do something with you, he could have. Obviously he thinks killing you is bad, and that is exactly what the Martis have set out to do. No doubt that no one realizes you gave part of your soul to someone else - someone who’s been possessed by Kreturus—although, I didn’t detect anything different about him. Is he possessed now?”

“I don’t know,” I answered through gritted teeth. The pain from my wounds was still intense, but the need to tell Al what happened before Collin returned made me talk through it. “I tried to find out, but I can’t tell—I can’t tell from the bond or from touching him. I tried a kiss too, and there’s no way for me to know.” I hesitated to ask the question that was burning in my mind. I’d thought of it a thousand times since Lorren mentioned that Collin could still give me a demon kiss. “Do you think he’d do it? Do you think Collin would demon kiss me? Lorren seemed to think it was foolish for me to be around him. But, I thought that Collin could have taken my soul several times already, if that was what he wanted. But he hasn’t. Al, I don’t know what to do.” I slumped forward wanting to hold my bandages tightly to make the pain stop. Cascades of curls fell over my shoulders, when I leaned forward.

 
Al swatted my hands away from my bandages. “You’ll make it worse. Don’t touch.” She sighed, fussing at my bandages. “Ivy, there are moments in life that define us. They happen and it’s in that moment that we know who we really are. Those times aren’t the ones where you get hours to decide or even seconds to prepare—they happen in a snap—and just like that,” she snapped, “you made your choice. And so far, I can’t say that I’ve seen you choose wrong.”

“Neither have I,” Collin stood tall and handsome in the doorway. He walked over to us and kneeled in front me. He touched my cheek gently. “I have something to help heal your effonation wounds. It’ll burn, but what else is new?” He smiled at me. In his fist was a tiny black stone. “It’s coal. I can mix it with milk, and when it’s poured over brimstone, and then onto your skin, it’ll heal. Althea, is there somewhere I can mix this up?” Al directed him to the kitchen, and Al and I were alone again.

She asked quickly, “Does he know? The poison in your chest…does he know it’s there and what it’s doing to you?”

I shook my head. “I can’t tell him. Lorren said the only way to fix it is to take my soul back, and I can’t do that. It might kill him. Or…make him like Eric.” A terrible hollowness moved through my stomach. I wanted to vomit. I didn’t tell Al all the details of Eric’s death, just that someone else killed him and I thought I could save him like I saved Collin, but that it didn’t work. He turned Valefar and was totally crazy. Since I didn’t know if Collin noticed, I asked her quietly, “Does he know? Did he see the scar?”

Al shook her head, “No, but you need to tell him. You try too hard to hide everything and fix it on your own, but this is one mistake that can’t be undone without him. And eventually, he will find out—whether you tell him or not.” She hastily changed the topic when Collin walked back through the door. Al was right. I had to tell him, but there were so many ways that conversation could go wrong.

Collin took a piece of brimstone from his pocket and tossed it in the pitcher of black sludge. After
unwrapping
my bandages, he poured the thick coal and milk slushy over my wounds. My flesh sizzled and hissed as the liquid came into contact with my body. I writhed, unable to brace myself for the pain. Slowly, and painfully, skin regrew. When he was done, it looked as if it never happened. Now, that was some of that Valefar magic that didn’t look all that bad. He healed me with, but he wouldn’t tell me about it. Maybe making tar-colored slushies wasn’t considered a Valefar power?

Rubbing my arms gently, I said, “Thank you. I had no idea how to fix that.” I smiled up at Collin.