Read Online Dr. Wolf, the Fae Rift Series Book 2- Demon Spiral by Cheree Alsop - Free Book Online
Authors: Cheree Alsop
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sat up slowly and met Aleric’s gaze. “When my father found out about the banshee’s ability to cause a Rift in the divide between our world and the human one, he knew coming here would get us away from the Armistice so that our kind could drink real blood again. He wanted us to be strong, stronger than all the fae.”
“Why?” Aleric forced himself to ask.
Dartan studied the cement floor in front of him. “Because then he wanted to return to Blays, slay the government, and rule Drake City and beyond his way.”
Shock filled Aleric. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
“He felt vampires were the strongest race and taking away the fae blood would only make us weak. He decided it was time for the vampires to show their superiority and rule Blays the way we were always meant to,” Dartan said, his voice bitter. “And using the human world would be the way to do it.”
Aleric was quiet for a moment as he thought through what Dartan told him. He finally broke the silence to ask, “And what do the demons have to do with it?”
“Demons have ways to control humans,” Dartan said.
Horror dawned in Aleric’s chest. “Through the goblins.”
Dartan nodded. “My father made the agreement with Ashdava, the Demon Queen, to allow Archdemons to enter Edge City so that they could make the humans more, how did he put it…more amiable to being vermin for the revenant to feed upon. When the vampires were strong enough, the plan was for our kind to return to Blays and the demons would stay here and rule the humans.”
“And when we sent Lord Targesh back to Governor Hornsbellow…,” Aleric began.
“I let the Governor in on my father’s plans,” Dartan replied in a hollow voice that told of how hard it had been to betray the vampire lord. “Governor Hornsbellow said he would deal with Queen Ashdava himself.”
“Now we know that at least one Archdemon came through,” Aleric said. “Do you think he’s continuing his side of the agreement to control the humans?”
“I do,” Dartan replied. “There would be no reason not to. I didn’t know any goblins made it through, let alone an Archdemon, or I would have told you the rest of Father’s plan. I thought we thwarted it when we sent him back to Blays to be thrown in the troll dungeon at Great Oak.”
The silence fell like a thick cloak around them. Aleric felt it pounding against his ears. Dartan had been forced to betray his father to protect the human world. It wasn’t his fault the Archdemon came through. The question was, which Archdemon were they dealing with and how many goblins did he have at his disposal. Archdemons were known for their flippant use of the Dark fae creatures.
“So he lets you die,” Aleric began.
“Or you kill me,” Dartan replied. At Aleric’s frustrated expression, the vampire held up a hand. “Werewolves are known to phase to protect their lives. If I attacked you to save my own skin,” he glanced up at the gray light of dawn showing through the overhead windows, “Quite literally, I may add, then your instincts will kick in and prevent me from killing you.”
Aleric shook his head. “I’m not going to kill you,” he said.
“What if I asked you to?”
The question caught Aleric off-guard. “What?”
Dartan’s tone was forcibly nonchalant when he said, “Given the choice between the long, painful frying beneath the light of the sun type of death or having my throat torn out, I choose the latter.”
“You don’t get to choose,” Aleric replied.
Dartan gave him a humored look. “It’s my death. I should be able to choose.”
“They’re my fangs,” Aleric shot back. “It’s not your choice.”
The morbidity of their conversation must have struck Dartan’s funny bone because he started laughing.
“Shut up,” Aleric said.
Dartan fell to his back and held his sides, laughing so loud it echoed around the room.
“Stop laughing,” Aleric barked.
Dartan ignored him. Aleric pulled his knees
“Why?” Aleric forced himself to ask.
Dartan studied the cement floor in front of him. “Because then he wanted to return to Blays, slay the government, and rule Drake City and beyond his way.”
Shock filled Aleric. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
“He felt vampires were the strongest race and taking away the fae blood would only make us weak. He decided it was time for the vampires to show their superiority and rule Blays the way we were always meant to,” Dartan said, his voice bitter. “And using the human world would be the way to do it.”
Aleric was quiet for a moment as he thought through what Dartan told him. He finally broke the silence to ask, “And what do the demons have to do with it?”
“Demons have ways to control humans,” Dartan said.
Horror dawned in Aleric’s chest. “Through the goblins.”
Dartan nodded. “My father made the agreement with Ashdava, the Demon Queen, to allow Archdemons to enter Edge City so that they could make the humans more, how did he put it…more amiable to being vermin for the revenant to feed upon. When the vampires were strong enough, the plan was for our kind to return to Blays and the demons would stay here and rule the humans.”
“And when we sent Lord Targesh back to Governor Hornsbellow…,” Aleric began.
“I let the Governor in on my father’s plans,” Dartan replied in a hollow voice that told of how hard it had been to betray the vampire lord. “Governor Hornsbellow said he would deal with Queen Ashdava himself.”
“Now we know that at least one Archdemon came through,” Aleric said. “Do you think he’s continuing his side of the agreement to control the humans?”
“I do,” Dartan replied. “There would be no reason not to. I didn’t know any goblins made it through, let alone an Archdemon, or I would have told you the rest of Father’s plan. I thought we thwarted it when we sent him back to Blays to be thrown in the troll dungeon at Great Oak.”
The silence fell like a thick cloak around them. Aleric felt it pounding against his ears. Dartan had been forced to betray his father to protect the human world. It wasn’t his fault the Archdemon came through. The question was, which Archdemon were they dealing with and how many goblins did he have at his disposal. Archdemons were known for their flippant use of the Dark fae creatures.
“So he lets you die,” Aleric began.
“Or you kill me,” Dartan replied. At Aleric’s frustrated expression, the vampire held up a hand. “Werewolves are known to phase to protect their lives. If I attacked you to save my own skin,” he glanced up at the gray light of dawn showing through the overhead windows, “Quite literally, I may add, then your instincts will kick in and prevent me from killing you.”
Aleric shook his head. “I’m not going to kill you,” he said.
“What if I asked you to?”
The question caught Aleric off-guard. “What?”
Dartan’s tone was forcibly nonchalant when he said, “Given the choice between the long, painful frying beneath the light of the sun type of death or having my throat torn out, I choose the latter.”
“You don’t get to choose,” Aleric replied.
Dartan gave him a humored look. “It’s my death. I should be able to choose.”
“They’re my fangs,” Aleric shot back. “It’s not your choice.”
The morbidity of their conversation must have struck Dartan’s funny bone because he started laughing.
“Shut up,” Aleric said.
Dartan fell to his back and held his sides, laughing so loud it echoed around the room.
“Stop laughing,” Aleric barked.
Dartan ignored him. Aleric pulled his knees
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