choice.
“Can’t another of your children feed Lucifer?” Revenant asked, and he swallowed dryly as Satan
rounded on him again.
“Of course,” he growled. “But she’s the oldest of my progeny, and the only one conceived while I
was still an angel. Her blood is ten times more powerful than any of my other sons and daughters. I
need the bitch.” Reaching up, he rubbed one of his horns. “And I’m not even close to being done
punishing her for betraying me.”
He turned back to the werewolf, and with a vicious swipe, he ripped into the male’s belly. Blood
and organs spilled onto the floor. The warg’s screams faded away, but before the poor jackass could
die, Satan partially healed him with a flick of the wrist.
Partially , because you never wanted your torture subject to be pain free.
“Go back to your duty, Revenant. Bypass the Watcher Council and come directly to me if anything
happens with the Horsemen or their Watcher.” He sneered. “They might know more than they’re
saying.”
It was against Watcher rules to break the chain of command—even if Satan himself requested it.
But the fuck if Revenant was going to point that out, so he merely bowed. “Yes, my lord.”
“And Rev,” he said silkily, “don’t let me down, or you’ll take Harvester’s place on the skinning
block.” He gestured to the door with his blood-coated clawed hand. “Send in Blight.”
Rev sucked in a sharp breath. Blight commanded all of Satan’s militaries.
“I’m sending an army after Harvester. When they find her, they will drag her and her rescuers back
by their intestines.” Satan smiled at the barely conscious werewolf. “And you… you will talk. And
then I get a hundred thousand extra souls to enslave in my armies, and Heaven and all its happy
inhabitants will fall into my hands.”
And once Heaven fell, there would be nothing to stop him from taking over the Earth next.
Seven
Tavin’s shout screamed through Reaver’s brain.
He dove outside through the opening in the larva-nettle bush and came face to ass with a giant
stegosaurus-sized beast. The creature was pawing at Tavin as the Sem tried to wedge himself between
two boulders. Calder was twenty yards away, coming at them at a dead run, but Reaver doubted he’d
get here before the thing got to Tavin.
“Hey!” Reaver yelled. The demon wheeled around with a snarl, its gaping maw large enough to
swallow him whole.
Digging deep into his perilously low power reserves, Reaver blasted the thing with liquid fire that
tore into the demon’s chest, splattering blood and gore on the parched earth. The beast screeched, but
didn’t slow down. It swiped at Reaver with bony, clawed hands that dripped with the hair and meat of
whatever creature it had tangled with before it found them.
With the stench of burnt flesh swirling around him, Reaver spun out of its way while
simultaneously hurling a ball of lightning at its head. The lightning veered off course at the last
second, a victim of Reaver’s unpredictable powers, and fizzled into a harmless shower of sparks.
Calder, the claws on his hands and feet extended, leaped into the fray, slashing at the demon’s
hindquarters as Tavin extracted himself from the safety of the boulders.
His power failing miserably, Reaver went old school and hurled a stone into the demon’s jaw.
Roaring, it lunged awkwardly, partially crippled by Calder’s efforts. Reaver hit the ground in a roll to
avoid snapping jaws that would have cut him in half. As he popped to his feet, he summoned a shear-
whip, and in a single, fluid motion, he leaped onto the demon’s spiny back and brought the white-hot
scourge down on the beast’s skull.
The whip cut deeply into its skin, leaving steaming gashes all the way to the bone. The demon
roared and threw itself backward, smashing Reaver into the rocky cliff surrounding the camp. Pain
speared every bone in Reaver’s body, and his thoughts scattered like
“Can’t another of your children feed Lucifer?” Revenant asked, and he swallowed dryly as Satan
rounded on him again.
“Of course,” he growled. “But she’s the oldest of my progeny, and the only one conceived while I
was still an angel. Her blood is ten times more powerful than any of my other sons and daughters. I
need the bitch.” Reaching up, he rubbed one of his horns. “And I’m not even close to being done
punishing her for betraying me.”
He turned back to the werewolf, and with a vicious swipe, he ripped into the male’s belly. Blood
and organs spilled onto the floor. The warg’s screams faded away, but before the poor jackass could
die, Satan partially healed him with a flick of the wrist.
Partially , because you never wanted your torture subject to be pain free.
“Go back to your duty, Revenant. Bypass the Watcher Council and come directly to me if anything
happens with the Horsemen or their Watcher.” He sneered. “They might know more than they’re
saying.”
It was against Watcher rules to break the chain of command—even if Satan himself requested it.
But the fuck if Revenant was going to point that out, so he merely bowed. “Yes, my lord.”
“And Rev,” he said silkily, “don’t let me down, or you’ll take Harvester’s place on the skinning
block.” He gestured to the door with his blood-coated clawed hand. “Send in Blight.”
Rev sucked in a sharp breath. Blight commanded all of Satan’s militaries.
“I’m sending an army after Harvester. When they find her, they will drag her and her rescuers back
by their intestines.” Satan smiled at the barely conscious werewolf. “And you… you will talk. And
then I get a hundred thousand extra souls to enslave in my armies, and Heaven and all its happy
inhabitants will fall into my hands.”
And once Heaven fell, there would be nothing to stop him from taking over the Earth next.
Seven
Tavin’s shout screamed through Reaver’s brain.
He dove outside through the opening in the larva-nettle bush and came face to ass with a giant
stegosaurus-sized beast. The creature was pawing at Tavin as the Sem tried to wedge himself between
two boulders. Calder was twenty yards away, coming at them at a dead run, but Reaver doubted he’d
get here before the thing got to Tavin.
“Hey!” Reaver yelled. The demon wheeled around with a snarl, its gaping maw large enough to
swallow him whole.
Digging deep into his perilously low power reserves, Reaver blasted the thing with liquid fire that
tore into the demon’s chest, splattering blood and gore on the parched earth. The beast screeched, but
didn’t slow down. It swiped at Reaver with bony, clawed hands that dripped with the hair and meat of
whatever creature it had tangled with before it found them.
With the stench of burnt flesh swirling around him, Reaver spun out of its way while
simultaneously hurling a ball of lightning at its head. The lightning veered off course at the last
second, a victim of Reaver’s unpredictable powers, and fizzled into a harmless shower of sparks.
Calder, the claws on his hands and feet extended, leaped into the fray, slashing at the demon’s
hindquarters as Tavin extracted himself from the safety of the boulders.
His power failing miserably, Reaver went old school and hurled a stone into the demon’s jaw.
Roaring, it lunged awkwardly, partially crippled by Calder’s efforts. Reaver hit the ground in a roll to
avoid snapping jaws that would have cut him in half. As he popped to his feet, he summoned a shear-
whip, and in a single, fluid motion, he leaped onto the demon’s spiny back and brought the white-hot
scourge down on the beast’s skull.
The whip cut deeply into its skin, leaving steaming gashes all the way to the bone. The demon
roared and threw itself backward, smashing Reaver into the rocky cliff surrounding the camp. Pain
speared every bone in Reaver’s body, and his thoughts scattered like
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