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smoke emerge from the stones, forming a face.
Demonic smoke. Great!
“The girl you seek is not here.” The smoke-voice says.
“Where is she?” I growl, frustrated. “Show me.”
“I cannot show what I do not know.” The smoke thins until it disappears entirely, replaced by a suffocating silence.
I really hate demonic smoke. Nothing more than a trickster, you can never really trust it.
“She’s not here,” Cass whispers “I can’t feel her.”
“That’s not possible,” I snap. “Azzaziel was only a second ahead of us. Lori has to be here somewhere. It’s a trick.” I pound the cold stone wall next to me.
Elle…Elle…
Lori’s voice repeats my human name over and over, looping endlessly. For a moment I begin to think she could be my sister.
I shake the wish away, angry. “Blazes!” I yell into the darkness. “We should’ve been faster. We can’t let him hurt her.”
“She is not your assignment.” Zane’s frustration is palpable. “We shouldn’t even be here. Your duty is to—”
“Don’t lecture me about my duty, Zanethios. There is no way I am letting Azzaziel hurt that girl.”
“Then take care of Aydan, as Mikayel ordered you to. The Council will send others to take care of the Dark One.” Zane clenches his jaw.
I’m sick of his anger. His judgments. “And Lori?” I yell. “Who protects her?”
Cass stares at me, a look of shock on her face. Yelling is not exactly Sentinal behavior.
She moves closer and I feel her heart reaching for mine. “Why is she so important to you? What aren’t you telling us?”
I ignore her question, still hoping against hope that Lori and Lorelei are the same person, that my sister lives.
Definitely not Sentinal behavior.
“She called you Elle.” Again Cass pulls forward my emotions.
No . I won’t let her into my heart; not now, not until I can figure this out.
“She saw you. She saw all of us.” Zane’s voice frays my already frazzled nerves. “How is that possible?”
I pace, unable to think clearly. “Zane, what do you know of the Seers?”
Zane looks surprised at the question. “Seers? Azzaziel killed them off centuries ago. Why? What does this have to do with that girl?” Zane shakes his head, trying to find the answers in my thoughts.
I lock eyes with him, feeling every ounce of pain, every moment of frustration as I shove him from my mind.
“Why did Azzaziel go after them?” I ask, still staring at Zane. “The Seers?”
“He needed their souls. According to the rumors, he was trying to make an army of UnHoly, one that could defeat the Sentinals. An army as strong as Azza, but subservient to him. The Seers were the key to his play. Or at least, that is what the rumors said. Drinking the soul of a Seer could give the UnHoly unmatched strength. The Seer’s soul would awaken the Beast in a way that would make the UnHoly immune to the swords of the Sentinals. They would not be able to kill them. Only Mikayel’s sword could prove fatal. Just like with Azzaziel.” Zane’s expression softens as he speaks. “But that was before.”
“What do you mean before ?”
“The Seers are gone, Nes. And Azza has no army.”
“What if he didn’t fail? What if the Seers are still alive and in hiding?” My mind whirls around tonight’s events. The mist swirls at my feet, matching emotions swirling through me.
“Impossible,” Zane says. “The Council would know if he had raised an army. And the Seers are dead. We’ve had no reports of their presence for more than a century.”
I turn away. I don’t care what the Council thinks, the Seers are not dead. Not all of them.
Azza just took one.
“Nes, what aren’t you telling us?” Zane’s tone is laced with impatience, frustration. And worry. “Nes?
“Lori saw us. In angelic form. You know what that means. She must be a Seer. It’s the only explanation.” I inhale the rest of my thoughts, not willing to tell them—tell him—everything. “That’s why we
Demonic smoke. Great!
“The girl you seek is not here.” The smoke-voice says.
“Where is she?” I growl, frustrated. “Show me.”
“I cannot show what I do not know.” The smoke thins until it disappears entirely, replaced by a suffocating silence.
I really hate demonic smoke. Nothing more than a trickster, you can never really trust it.
“She’s not here,” Cass whispers “I can’t feel her.”
“That’s not possible,” I snap. “Azzaziel was only a second ahead of us. Lori has to be here somewhere. It’s a trick.” I pound the cold stone wall next to me.
Elle…Elle…
Lori’s voice repeats my human name over and over, looping endlessly. For a moment I begin to think she could be my sister.
I shake the wish away, angry. “Blazes!” I yell into the darkness. “We should’ve been faster. We can’t let him hurt her.”
“She is not your assignment.” Zane’s frustration is palpable. “We shouldn’t even be here. Your duty is to—”
“Don’t lecture me about my duty, Zanethios. There is no way I am letting Azzaziel hurt that girl.”
“Then take care of Aydan, as Mikayel ordered you to. The Council will send others to take care of the Dark One.” Zane clenches his jaw.
I’m sick of his anger. His judgments. “And Lori?” I yell. “Who protects her?”
Cass stares at me, a look of shock on her face. Yelling is not exactly Sentinal behavior.
She moves closer and I feel her heart reaching for mine. “Why is she so important to you? What aren’t you telling us?”
I ignore her question, still hoping against hope that Lori and Lorelei are the same person, that my sister lives.
Definitely not Sentinal behavior.
“She called you Elle.” Again Cass pulls forward my emotions.
No . I won’t let her into my heart; not now, not until I can figure this out.
“She saw you. She saw all of us.” Zane’s voice frays my already frazzled nerves. “How is that possible?”
I pace, unable to think clearly. “Zane, what do you know of the Seers?”
Zane looks surprised at the question. “Seers? Azzaziel killed them off centuries ago. Why? What does this have to do with that girl?” Zane shakes his head, trying to find the answers in my thoughts.
I lock eyes with him, feeling every ounce of pain, every moment of frustration as I shove him from my mind.
“Why did Azzaziel go after them?” I ask, still staring at Zane. “The Seers?”
“He needed their souls. According to the rumors, he was trying to make an army of UnHoly, one that could defeat the Sentinals. An army as strong as Azza, but subservient to him. The Seers were the key to his play. Or at least, that is what the rumors said. Drinking the soul of a Seer could give the UnHoly unmatched strength. The Seer’s soul would awaken the Beast in a way that would make the UnHoly immune to the swords of the Sentinals. They would not be able to kill them. Only Mikayel’s sword could prove fatal. Just like with Azzaziel.” Zane’s expression softens as he speaks. “But that was before.”
“What do you mean before ?”
“The Seers are gone, Nes. And Azza has no army.”
“What if he didn’t fail? What if the Seers are still alive and in hiding?” My mind whirls around tonight’s events. The mist swirls at my feet, matching emotions swirling through me.
“Impossible,” Zane says. “The Council would know if he had raised an army. And the Seers are dead. We’ve had no reports of their presence for more than a century.”
I turn away. I don’t care what the Council thinks, the Seers are not dead. Not all of them.
Azza just took one.
“Nes, what aren’t you telling us?” Zane’s tone is laced with impatience, frustration. And worry. “Nes?
“Lori saw us. In angelic form. You know what that means. She must be a Seer. It’s the only explanation.” I inhale the rest of my thoughts, not willing to tell them—tell him—everything. “That’s why we
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