Black Howl
Page 38I knew I was dying. I’d died once before, although that time was a lot quicker. Ramuell had torn my heart out. That was much better than bleeding slowly on a warehouse floor, I can tell you. There’s something to be said for efficiency.
I was right—Gabriel didn’t respond to Antares. He blasted the demon with a ball of white-hot fire—a power I had never seen wielded by any creature since Ramuell had destroyed the intersection of Clark and Belmont two months before.
Antares produced some kind of talisman that was on a leather bracelet wrapped around his wrist. My half brother has no power of his own, but he is able to wield a wide collection of magical objects left to him by his dead mother.
Gabriel stalked forward and blasted Antares again. This time Antares wasn’t fast enough and the white fire hit him square in the chest. I smelled sulfur, and sizzling flesh, and Antares howled with pain. He bounded toward Gabriel, claws extended to tear Gabriel’s throat out.
The world suddenly tilted sideways and I toppled forward onto my face. I don’t know how long I lay like that, but the next thing I knew J.B. was smacking me in the face.
“Wake up, Maddy! You cannot go to sleep!”
“Jeez, no need to be so rough,” I said slowly. “I just got stabbed, you know.”
He laughed involuntarily and lifted me in his arms like a baby. I raised my head to see what was going on.
The back of the warehouse was completely engulfed in flames. All the Agents and prisoners seemed to have exited the building. Gabriel and Antares faced off in the center of the room like a couple of prizefighters.
Antares sported quite a few burns and bruises. Gabriel looked unharmed but determined.
“I think he’s toying with Antares,” J.B. said.
Gabriel blasted Antares again, and the demon seemed to have decided enough was enough. He turned on the spot, narrowly avoiding Gabriel’s blast, and disappeared into thin air.
“He does that a lot,” I said to J.B.
Gabriel gave such an intense cry of rage that the ground trembled.
“COWARD! WRETCH! WHEREVER YOU FLEE, I WILL FIND YOU. YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.”
“The cry of a nephilim that has been denied its prey,” Lucifer’s voice said behind us.
J.B. spun around so fast that I felt my stomach heave. Lucifer stood just behind us, his wings tucked neatly under a black overcoat. He had a speculative look that I did not like, particularly since his speculations seemed to be focused on Gabriel.
The back wall of the warehouse gave an ominous crack.
“The building will come down around our ears at any moment,” Lucifer said. “You may give me my granddaughter now, Jacob.”
J.B. tightened his hold on me.
“How do I know you’re not Antares in disguise?”
J.B. still seemed reluctant to give me up.
“Your chivalry is admirable,” Lucifer said impatiently. “But you cannot heal her, and I can.”
J.B. passed me to Lucifer. I was immediately enveloped in the comforting smell of cinnamon. My limbs filled with warmth, and I knew Lucifer was healing me. I felt cosseted and cared for, and that irritated me. It annoyed me that Lucifer felt more like a father to me than Azazel. I scowled up at him.
“Are you familiar with the term ‘bad penny’?” I asked as Lucifer carried me outside, J.B. and Gabriel following behind. Gabriel’s anger was coming off him in pulsing waves.
Samiel and Beezle waited for us, looking worried. There was no sign of the Agents or the prisoners, so they must have returned to the Agency. We all gathered in a huddle.
“You can put me down now,” I said to Lucifer, and he obliged with a little flourish.
Beezle flew up and hovered in front of me, inspecting me critically. “You have goo in your hair.”
“It’s spider blood,” I said.
“Is there some reason why you feel compelled to burn down everything around you?” he asked.
“You’re the one who told me most things don’t like fire,” I retorted. “Would you rather the spider had eaten me?”
“Don’t even try to tell me you’re hungry,” I said.
“I was just noticing as we were flying over that there was a Dunkin’ Donuts nearby.”
Lucifer snapped his fingers next to me. A second later he presented a box of Munchkins to my greedy gargoyle.
Beezle rushed forward and happily accepted the box of doughnut holes from the Prince of Darkness. “Awesome! You need to get him to teach you how to do that.”
“Is there some reason you’re here besides scoring points with my gargoyle?” I asked.
Lucifer lost the merry look in his eye that had been there when he’d given Beezle the doughnuts. “Gabriel has used the power of the nephilim.”
Gabriel suddenly went still.
“What?” I said. “What now? What ridiculous bit of kingdom law have we broken? If you are here to tell me that Gabriel is going to get taken away, you can just forget it.”
“The conditions on which Gabriel is allowed to keep his life preclude his using the power of the nephilim,” Lucifer said.