“We might be able to help you.” Meran’s soft voice seemed to snare the demon. He pivoted and leveled a look at her that hinted of hope and desperation. Like a moth drawn to a deadly flame, she approached. “We helped Rell.”
“How?”
The group was silent. Coaxing information from Icarus with the suggestion of helping him was one thing. Divulging the process was quite another. Siban snorted. “You must think us fools if you believe we would tell you how we transformed her.”
A genuine smile stretched across Icarus’s mouth. “Yes, I would have.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Muscles bulged at his shoulders and biceps. “Still, you can’t expect me to give and not receive something for my cooperation.”
“I suppose it’s your freedom you want?” Siban said.
Icarus lifted his brows in acknowledgment.
“That’s something we can’t offer right now.” Gregory’s fingers slid from the bars. “I had hoped we could come to an understanding. What we need to know is what Vile is planning. Is he attempting to open the Abyss and for what purpose.”
The smile evaporated from the Bane’s face. “Yes.”
His direct answer surprised Siban. The truth of it punched his awareness.
“Vile wants nothing more than to command those imprisoned within.” Icarus hesitated. “An undefeatable army.”
“But the Abyss is merely a prison for those Bane whom the Bringers have vanquished, correct?” Meran asked.
“You would know more of this than I, my lady.” The demon’s tone softened each time he spoke to her. Siban glanced at Rell, gauging her reaction to Icarus’s obvious interest in Meran. “Other than my father’s threats, I have never been privy to where the Abyss is hidden or what it houses.”
Gregory’s shoulders sagged. “Then we know nothing more than we did a few hours ago.”
“I find it hard to believe the son of the Demon King wouldn’t know about the Abyss,” Siban said.
“Then you do not know my father. He reveals only what he wants, gives only when it serves him.”
“Like father, like son, eh?” The retort gave Siban a small measure of victory. At this point it seemed insults were the only punishment he’d be allowed to inflict on the demon.
“Less than you would think,” the demon replied.
“If that is the case, then help us defeat him.” Meran said, approaching. Rell stepped away from the prison. “We can try to heal you. We helped Rell and she says you are like she was.”
A tightness formed in Siban’s chest. What Meran promised would only bode trouble for them. The demon couldn’t be trusted. Unable to listen to the ridiculous promises the three would probably offer, Siban turned and stormed out the door.
Chilled air buffeted his skin, cooling some of the gnawing itch that the Bane’s presence caused. The fact that the other three couldn’t see that Icarus was dangerous and not to be trusted sent a wave of panic through Siban.
He needed an ally, somebody who believed as he did.
Luc.
…
She should have followed Siban when he left. His frustration had nearly swamped her, but trying to convince Icarus to help them, and in return help him, had been too important to abandon. More than anything, she wanted Siban to understand why she needed to help Icarus. The thought of living with the utter desolation that infused a Bane’s soul was unthinkable to her.
And it wasn’t only Icarus she was thinking about. If the Bringers could figure out how to return other demons to their human bodies, they might be able to gain an upper hand over Vile. Her gratitude for being transformed was something she couldn’t put into words. Wouldn’t the other Bane be just as grateful to escape the darkness?
Maybe it was too much to expect Siban to understand. He’d been held prisoner in the Shadow World, even tortured, but he’d never lived with the growing malice that consumed a Bane’s soul. The slow loss of her humanity and compassion had eaten away at her, day in and day out—suffocating her attempts to feel the things that gave life purpose.
Rell pressed her hand against her chest. Her heart beat rapidly under her touch. The memories of those dark days could still grip her, stealing her breath and rational thought. She swallowed hard and exhaled silently.
The door clicked behind Meran and Gregory, leaving her alone with Icarus. Siban would have never allowed it, but with the warded bars and ground, Gregory seemed confident that Icarus could not escape.
“Do you trust me, Icarus?” she said.
He wasted no time with pretending. “No, I do not trust you.”
His statement hurt. For whatever reason, she’d wanted to believe they’d built a connection, no matter how tenuous.
“You look troubled.” He smiled, amusement dancing in his yellow stare. It was a little startling to see genuine emotion on the demon’s face. “Did you think we were friends?”
“Maybe not friends.” She rubbed her arms, trying to erase some of the sting his presence caused. “But I thought there was more between us than just enemies.”
He cocked his head to the side. “I believe that is true. We have a—bond. I don’t trust you because I don’t trust anybody.” He locked his hands behind his back and slowly paced a path along the front of the cell. “To live between two worlds, neither accepted by the Bane any longer and yet loathed by the Bringers is an unsettling predicament.” He stopped and looked at her. “I don’t need to tell you this.”
“No, you don’t. That is why I wish to help you.”
“And you think I should readily believe that the Bringers will welcome me with open arms?” He paused. “Have they welcomed you, Rell? Is there no doubt in your mind that all of them trust you?”
She didn’t reply because she didn’t like the answer. Jade still tiptoed around her, acting as if at any minute she would shatter. And Siban had made it clear that her view on the situation with Icarus was skewed. The other Bringers didn’t know her well enough to trust her. How could they when their first encounter with her had been as a Bane?
“I can see the answer on your face.” His voice softened. “Rell—” She looked at him. “It is far easier to do and believe what I have for a thousand years than it is to change.”
Propelled by his confession, she walked the few steps to the cell and wrapped her hands around the bars. “You would never say that if you were finally free of the darkness.” Tears tingled behind her eyes and her voice dropped to a whisper. “It is glorious.”
When he moved toward her she didn’t retreat. He stopped a few inches away. Slowly, he lifted his talon and caressed her cheek. Though it took great effort, she stayed the urge to pull away. “Why do you care so much?”
“Because…” She covered his hand with hers. “If Vile has tricked you all these centuries, you deserve to know—and be free.”
He dragged his hand away from her. “I cannot be redeemed. The stain on my soul is too black.”
“And if you are returned to your human form, that stain will crumble to ash and blow away along with everything else that is Bane.”
She didn’t tell him that the taint of the Bane was never fully gone, but she wanted to give him hope.
Turning his back on her, Icarus walked to the center of the cell. “I will think about what you have said.”
When he didn’t continue, she released the bar and walked to the door. Before leaving, she said, “I do care about you, Icarus. Not what you can do for us, but for you.”
With that she pushed open the door and quietly closed it behind her. She released her pent-up breath and leaned against the uneven wood of the door, trying to gain her composure. Tomorrow morning, before they left on their journey to the Shadow World, she would speak with Gregory again and tell him about their conversation. It might be enough to guarantee Icarus’s safety until they returned. If they returned.