“But- It’s not-” Noah’s voice sported the same healthy disbelief his handsome features carried, and he looked at the man beside him. “Patrick, it’s not possible.”
Patrick chuckled and stepped forward. Serenity tensed and he smiled at her. “Don’t worry, Skin Writer, I’m not going to hurt you. You won’t have to use that toothpick in your fist.”
Her hand closed around it tighter, and he chuckled, before starting to circle her.
Serenity turned her head, watching him—wary.
“The Horde has done well to find her this young. She’ll be a good asset to the ranks, if she can be whipped into shape and not remain so raw.” Patrick continued to circle, and Serenity looked at Noah, jaw clenching. He had warned the man could be abrasive. “But this changes things. So much power, shouldn’t be in someone so young and inexperienced.”
Serenity paced, Noah tapped away on his phone and Patrick watched her. “So, let me get this straight, I’m not only a Skin Writer, for the Horde… but a Skin Writer for the Legion? How the hell does that work?”“We don’t know. They are predominantly of the Horde. There’s only ever been one recorded case of a Skin Writer being of the Legion.” Patrick mused.“Hayyel.” Noah muttered, not looking up from his phone and Serenity glared at him. What was so important that he had to be on the device constantly? “God, she was a bitch. I was so damned glad when the Horde found her and ended her miserable life and those two fucking cowards who took her to the Legion.”Serenity pushed the thought of the Horde killing their own and thought to what this meant. Of how it would change things… if it changed things, like Patrick had said.“But I’ve heard of Nephilim,” Serenity sa
The cab ride back to the apartment had been silent. Noah hadn’t uttered a single word to her. There was a lot of information she had to process, on top of what she had already learned and it didn’t seem like the right time to try and strike up a conversation with someone who wasn’t in the mood to talk about it either.But now, sitting back in the apartment, surrounded by books which couldn't shed any light on it either, she couldn’t help it. “I thought you were supposed to know everything about me?”Noah looked up from his phone and blinked, narrowing his eyes at her. “That’s not how it worked. We were told to look out for you. We did, but from a distance. If you needed us, like in the alley with Iraziel, we’d be there. Everything we knew about you, outside that, was purely from watching you.”“Yeah, because that’s a comfort.” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest and she stared a
“She’s not going to make it, Thorne. She can’t control her powers enough!”Strong arms, the smell of brimstone and leather and a deep hum…Serenity gasped away, her hand going to her chest, and she dragged in a ragged breath.“Holy shit…”She’d never suffered from nightmares. Not once in her life. But that was terrifying. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she gripped the side of the mattress and looked at the carpet. She picked out every fiber, the tiny specs of dirt, the shadows which dipped in between the piling. Anything to take her mind away from the nightmare.For close to five minutes, she sat there, calming herself.When she finally felt able enough, Serenity looked up and noticed the toothpick on the nightstand. The pale golden stick was no longer than her finger and wickedly sharp at the ends. Her hand reached out, taking it gently and sh
Someone was trying to cleave her head in two. Serenity groaned and opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light coming from the open door.“Take it easy. Here.” Noah’s voice was soft, and he touched her hand, putting pills into her palm. “These will help.”She gingerly took them, the glass of water he offered and sat up, swallowing the aspirin. Laying back again, she watched as Noah lifted himself and took the glass out to the kitchen.Serenity frowned and rolled to the side, climbing from the bed slowly, and walked to the door. Noah stood at the kitchen bench, but didn’t turn around, as he asked, “Coffee?”“Yeah, thanks.” She walked across the floor to the sofas, taking the blanket off the back of one of them and snuggled down into the plush furniture, wrapping the fabric around her. She watched the demon as he made her a coffee and turned back to her.“Well, whatever you did, sent
Serenity was a bundle of nerves.It’d been an hour since Noah had texted Thorne. An hour of sitting, waiting. “Jeez, where is he?”“Thorne doesn’t like using public transport. He’d be walking.”“From where? London?”Noah snorted and stubbed out his cigarette, coming back inside. “He would have been looking for a new factory, and possibly a new apartment. This one’s been compromised.”“Uh, duh.”Noah ignored her and walked to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to make more coffee. “Plus, we need to find somewhere with a never-ending supply of coffee.”“Or you could not drink it all.” Serenity smirked and Noah turned back to her, flipping her off. “Well, I wish he’d hurry up.”“Getting nervous?”“Sort of. I mean-well…”Noah chuckled and pulled his phone out of hi
“So, the angels are down one Manipulator.” Noah was shuffling through the papers in front of him, while Thorne stood near the window, forever looking out it to the city beyond.While he watched the city, she watched him.Brooding.Serenity thought Noah had been bad. Thorne was worse. While he physically didn’t speak, even when he answered in sign language, something was dark about him.“Are you listening to me?”Serenity looked at Noah and nodded, before shaking her head. “Sort of.”“For fuck’s sake.” Noah looked at Thorne. “Did you notice anything on your way back?”Thorne turned and shrugged, his hands lifting. “It’s eerie out there. I haven’t seen an angel for over six hours. Before…” Thorne looked at Serenity. “Her… there were at least a dozen in the district.”“Fuck. The
Thorne spun on his heel in seconds, his eyes wide and Noah spat out a spray of his drink and stared at her. “What?”“I mean, it’s okay if you are. I don’t mind. In this day and age, two guys being together is nothing new and it’s kind of adorable to think two demons might be—”“Just stop.” Noah held up his hand and she looked at Thorne who was shaking his head and silently chuckling to himself. She looked at the blond again and Noah leaned forward. “Thorne and I are not together. We never have been and never will be. I happen to think all women are goddesses, should be treated as such and shown the wildest passion imaginable.”Serenity’s face heated and she lowered her gaze for a moment.“Thorne and I have known each other for over one and a half centuries. We are as close to being brothers as we can get and that is it. There is nothing romantic or sexual going on
“If it makes you feel any better, Thorne and I don’t have parents anymore either. No demons or angels do. We’re… possessed.”“Possessed?”“Yeah.” Noah put the cap on his water and dumped it beside him, before picking himself up and going to the bookshelf again. Pulling out a different tome, he came back and sat beside her. The heat from his thigh against hers had her stomach fluttering, but she shut it down and watched as he opened the book. “The soul… no, that’s not quite the right word… uh… the essence of a demon is housed in a crystal.”Noah flipped a couple pages and showed her a picture. There was a pile of crystals heaped on the floor of a room and a body strapped to a table in the middle. He flipped over another page and showed her the picture.“One of those shards, houses a demon’s essence. It is then surgically grafted onto the
Noah peered at the wand and shook his head. “I can feel the taint from the angel bone, from here.”“Too bad. It’s mine.” Serenity replied, picking it up and she turned it over in her hands again. She liked the feel of it. The coolness of the bone combined with the warmth of the wood.“I just don’t like the fact it’s got angel in it. It’s like it can—”“What? Influence me? Allow the angels to find me? I doubt that’s how it works, Noah.”The door of the factory opened, and Serenity’s gaze shifted to Thorne. The demon’s gaze shifted to the wand in her hand and his eyebrows furrowed together as he signed. “Keep that shit away from me.”“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Serenity shoved the wand under the edge of her hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “There, you can’t see it.”“I can still f
This was it. Serenity was about to pick out the one instrument that apparently, according to Noah, would be the most important of her young life; and for some stupid reason... she was nervous as hell.“Your wand or stick or whatever you chose to write on your skin, is an extension of you. Some Skin Writers choose one for the rest of their lives, some pick and choose until they find something they like. What you choose today, may not be what you use tomorrow.”Patrick picked up the battered black leather case and placed it heavily on the table. Noah came to Serenity’s side and waited for the man to open it.“There’s a variety of tools you can use for writing.” Patrick opened the case and turned it, showing the contents. “You can use wood, or iron, or glass, or—”Serenity picked up the shiny golden stick and turned it over in her hands.“Gold…”“Is it real gold thou
None of them had spoken for almost three hours.Noah had finally come back, after running off, his tail between his legs and he still hadn’t looked at Serenity. They were sitting on the sofas, quietly sipping at coffee. The headache which had woken her, still pounded behind her right eye, causing Serenity to feel sick.“Do we have some Advil or something?” She finally asked, rubbing her temple.Thorne climbed to his feet, going to the kitchen, and returned with pills, depositing them into her hand. She swallowed them and sat back again, her gaze finally moving to Noah.The blonde still had his head bowed, the now cold cup of coffee in between his hands.“Are we going to talk about it?”Noah’s eyes closed and he licked his lips, sending a spike of desire and a flash of memory through Serenity. He finally lifted his head and looked at her. “I don’t particularly want to.”“Tough,” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want answe
“For fuck’s sake…” Noah pushed open the stall of the toilet and looked down at the woman. The syringe hung out of her arm, her veins blackened, lifelessness to her eyes and he turned, going to the next stall. “Of all the fucking places to give birth…”He kicked open another stall and spotted the woman, her eyes blood-shot, the man crouched between her legs, as the baby let out its first bawling cry.Never in his centuries of being a demon, had Noah heard anything so raw. The power of that baby girl’s cry seeped into his bones and he slowed, crouching down next to her father. “You can’t look after her. You know that.”The man, his eyes bloodshot with whatever he’d just shot up, nodded, and held her out to him. “Take her. We don’t want her.”Noah slipped off his jacket and held it out, as her father deposited t
Serenity gasped awake, her heart hammering, a sheen of sweat coating her and she reached for the bottle of water, downing half of it in one breath. “Holy shit…”The memories had been so intense. So real and so very painful.She could still feel the pain Thorne had been in when Archon had tortured him. Or the emotional pain Noah was in, when he had literally been begging for permission to go and get his friend.The door opened and she looked up at the demons standing in the doorway. Thorne’s hands raised. “Are you okay?”“I-I’m not sure…” she managed and took another drink from the water bottle. “I-I didn’t think they’d be so raw and intense.”Noah came to her side, sitting on the end of the bed and she pulled her knees to her chest. “And that’s only a little bit of our memories. For the little bit of blood, you consumed. Imagine more. We&rsquo
“Take it slow, the first time back can be a killer.” The waterskin lifted to Noah’s lips, and he sipped at the cool fluid. Coughing, he laid back against the cot and looked at the man standing above him. “How long?”“Two years.”The man grimaced. “Ouch. You’ve done well to get this far, without being killed. But it was touch and go there for a few minutes. I had to get you off the battlefield before you woke up. It wouldn’t have gone down too well with the soldiers.”He turned and went to the table to the side, picking up a small plate and bought it back to him. “We’ll be safe here for a while.”Noah sat up and took the plate, suddenly ravenous and downed the cooked hare in a matter of minutes.“At least your appetite is okay. You’ll need your strength.”“For what?” Noah a
Serenity could still hear sizzling flesh and the cry of pain when Noah had been branded. It had been worse for Thorne. He didn’t have the chance to call out. His grunt had hurt more than anything and she had almost turned the brand on Claudette, just to have her know what they were going through. But she knew the six-hundred and sixty-six Hunters behind her would have had something to say about her attacking their leader.With bile rising in her throat, Serenity turned to Claudette and glared at her. “There, it’s done.”She dropped the brand to the ground, the clang of metal loud in the room as she watched Noah climbing back to his feet, after sinking to his knees with pain.The brand was red raw, bleeding and she turned away, looking at Thorne. He’d already gone through so much pain, but she’d just added more. “Are you okay?”His face had paled, but he nodded. “Fine.”She tur
“Branded? Hey, hang on a damned second.” Serenity planted her hands on her hips and Claudette turned as the hall fell deathly silent. “No-one said anything about branding or giving blood. This is sounding like more trickery and bullshit and we had enough of that with Owen.”“Owen wasn’t even a witch. He was a useless angel familiar with a good acting routine. He asked for your blood, so the Legion could have something of yours to scry with and find you easier,” Claudette offered, her tone becoming cold. “This is not like Owen at all. If you want to be tethered to the Horde, you will have to be tethered to them. If you are hurt, they will know your pain. If you die, they will die.”Serenity wanted out. She didn’t like the idea of possibly causing the death of two people she’d come to care for, because she didn’t know what she was doing, and might be killed herself.“Th
“I’m not so sure about this…” Serenity’s arms itched in the linen gown she’d been dressed in. Thorne and Noah flanked her, still in their own clothing, looking comfortable, while she itched like crazy. “Why don’t you two have shitty gowns to wear?”Neither of them spoke, and Serenity huffed.“This is bullshit.”The three of them followed Claudette and the guard which had guided them earlier, back up the steps of the catacombs, through the Ministry and to a large hall. Stepping inside, she felt the pair of demons bristle at the sheer number of people in the hall.“Claudette…” Noah warned, and the woman smiled, showing brilliant white teeth.“Come Noah, surely you would remember the need of witnesses? Six-hundred and sixty-six, if I’m not mistaken?”Serenity looked around the hall.Six-hundred and sixty-six hunters… “Noah