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was to lead an army. I would like to meet those soldiers.”
    Noir smirked at him. “Do you understand what we’re asking you to do?”
    â€œKill Zeus and bring the Olympians down.”
    Noir’s face was impassive and cold. “You think you can do that?”
    Jericho wasn’t one to be intimidated. While he knew Noir was the more powerful of the two of them, he really didn’t give a shit. “I’m a Titan and I fought with Zeus to imprison my brethren for him. What do you think?”
    â€œI think if you stand by those brave words, you’ll be a worthy ally.”
    â€œYou doubt me?”
    Noir shrugged before he yawned as if the conversation bored him. “I doubt everyone. I have yet to find one person I can’t corrupt and/or own. Everyone is for sale. It’s just a matter of negotiating the right price.”
    â€œThen I probably should have asked for more.”
    Noir laughed. “Yes, you should have. I expected you to be harder to sway, but then I didn’t take into account your immense hatred of Zeus.” He took in a long, savoring breath. “I so love the smell of hatred and revenge. It’s the headiest of concoctions.”
    Jericho disagreed. “I personally feel that way toward blood. No better smell in the universe than when it’s combined with the aroma of those fearing death.”
    Noir sucked his breath in sharply as if he was getting a sexual thrill from Jericho’s description. “Oh, I do like you. True kindred spirits are hard to find.”
    â€œYou forgot who and what birthed me.”
    Noir nodded as he twiddled his thumbs. “I pity those born of the lighter side. They have no understanding of how seductive cruelty is. The music made out of screams and pleas for mercy. Mmmm. Nothing better.”
    Jericho swore he could feel the blade at his side tremble, but whether in approval or fear, he couldn’t tell.
    â€œAsmodeus!” Noir shouted suddenly. “Show yourself.”
    A dark cloud formed at Noir’s side. It slowly solidified into a being that reminded Jericho of a tall elf. His sharp features leaned toward pretty, yet his dark gray eyes showed nothing but cruelty. Dressed all in black, the demon looked sinister and emotionless. “You called me, Master?”
    Noir gave him a cold stare. “I would never call you master, slug.” He jerked his chin to indicate Jericho. “This is our newest ally. I want you to show him to Zeth and the rest of the Olympian dogs who fight for us.”
    Asmodeus bowed low in true sycophantic form. “Anything else, Master? Lick your boots? Wipe your ass?”
    Noir shoved him roughly, but didn’t rise from his seat. “Piss me off, worm, and it’ll be the other way around.”
    Asmodeus’s eyes widened as he straightened. “And on that note, Master, I’ll be taking him to Zeth.” He paused beside Jericho. “Come with me, Minor Master. I’ll show you the way.” The demon headed for the door.
    What an absolutely bizarre creature. Jericho hesitated in his place for a moment longer as Noir continued to stare at nothing.
    â€œIs there anything else?” Noir asked from his half-lidded repose. Even though it looked as if he were oblivious, Jericho had a feeling nothing escaped Noir’s attention.
    â€œJust curious. When you rule the world, what do you plan to do with it?”
    â€œEnjoy it. It’s been too long since we were last revered by the masses. Once you get a new taste of it, you’ll understand. And you’ll remember. We are overlords. It’s mother’s milk to our kind.”
    Noir was right. Jericho couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown him any kind of respect or even common decency. He’d spent years of his past locked in prisons, in dungeons and other hell holes Zeus had dumped him in. No part of him had been left unviolated.
    It was why he wanted to be