Rogue Rider (Lords of Deliverance) (23 page)

Ares came to his feet, dumping the hellhound on the ground. “That can’t be. He was destroyed. We saw it.”

“How can you be sure?” Than asked Kynan, and Reaver didn’t miss how he’d angled himself closer to the cradle, as if expecting Pestilence to pop out of thin air and grab his son.

Arik kept his arm around Limos. “We were hunting a Soulshredder in Colorado. We found what we believed to be the epicenter of the attacks, a woman living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Then we discovered that a stranger appeared around the time the attacks started, a male named Reseph. We saw his picture. It’s him.”

Kynan nodded. “We believe he’s staying with the woman.”

Limos swallowed sickly. “Staying, or holding her hostage? Is he Pestilence, or is he Reseph?”

“We don’t know,” Arik said, “but the fact that there’s a Soulshredder killing people around him doesn’t look good for him being Reseph.”

“Soulshredders were Pestilence’s favorite demon to use to terrorize humans,” Limos breathed. “Oh, God. If he’s Pestilence—”

“He’s Reseph,” Reaver muttered, and all eyes turned on him.

“You knew about this?” Ares asked, his voice going low. “You knew he was alive and walking around with humans and you didn’t tell us? How long have you known?”

Reaver hated that Reseph’s existence had been revealed this way, but he had no one to blame but himself. “I’ve known since the day Thanatos stabbed him in the heart with Deliverance. I’m the one who got him out of Sheoul-gra.”

Stunned faces stared back at him. Finally, Arik broke the silence. “I hope to fuck you have a good explanation for this, because angel or not, I want to kick your ass right now.”

“You’re out of line, human,” Reaver said, maybe a little too defensively. “I don’t do anything without a good
reason.” He just hoped his reason was good enough. “I went to Sheoul-gra to make sure Reseph’s soul was secure. He still has a part to play when the Final Days come. The
Daemonica
’s prophecy may have failed, but there’s still one more to play out.”

“We know that,” Thanatos ground out. “Get to the part where you turned him loose.”

“Patience,” Reaver snapped. “I’m not one of your servants.” He calmly rolled up his sleeves, giving himself a chance to find the right words. “I went to Sheoul-gra. But I didn’t expect to find Reseph the way he was. He wasn’t… a soul. He was himself.”

“Himself?” Ares asked. “As who? Pestilence or Reseph?”

“Reseph. But he was broken.”

Limos pulled away from Arik. “What do you mean, broken?”

“He was Reseph. But he remembered everything he did as Pestilence.”

“Oh, God,” Limos whispered. “How awful.”

Kynan cursed. “I don’t understand what the deal is. So he has to take responsibility for murdering millions of people. Why is this a problem?”

“I’m wondering the same thing, myself,” Arik said. “So what if he remembers what he did?”

“You didn’t know Reseph,” Limos said. “Neither of you did. You only knew him as an evil monster. But before his Seal broke, he was fun, happy, and he never intentionally hurt anyone. If he knows all of the things that happened at his hand, it’ll kill him.”

“And that’s what he was doing,” Reaver said. “He was harming himself. I’ve never seen such self-torture in my
life.” Well, what he could remember of his life, anyway. “His mind was fractured.”

“I don’t care.” Arik snapped. “The fucker deserves every drop of misery he experiences.”

“
Pestilence
does,” Reaver said. “
Reseph
doesn’t. But that’s not why I did what I did.”

“What, exactly,” Ares ground out, “did you do?”

“I erased his memory and dropped him in the human world.”

“Why?”

“To give him time to heal. We need him whole when the Biblical Apocalypse starts. Even if it doesn’t happen for another thousand years, we need all the time we can get to heal him. He needs to reintegrate his good side, because Pestilence is still in there. His power is diminished and he can’t bring about the end of days anymore, but he could still wreak havoc on Earth and in Sheoul.”

Regan shoved to her feet. “Put him back in Sheoul-gra.”

Reaver closed his eyes. “Regan, I understand your concern for Logan—”

“Respectfully, Reaver, I don’t think you do,” Regan said. “Pestilence wants Logan dead. He tried to kill us both, so I don’t think you get it. You don’t have kids, so you can’t possibly understand.”

Thanatos slung his arm over her shoulder and tugged her against him. “I’m with Regan. I want him taken back.”

“So you want your brother, who you loved for thousands of years, to suffer unimaginable pain?”

Ares, who rarely let emotions interfere with his battle-wise thinking, didn’t make an exception now. “The pain is regrettable, but it’s what’s best for everyone.”

“I drove a blade through his heart,” Thanatos said flatly. “He’s dead to me.” Than scowled, his brow slamming down over his yellow eyes. “And wait, why didn’t Deliverance destroy him?”

Reaver braced himself for this next part. “Deliverance wasn’t the blade you needed to kill Pestilence.”

The sudden silence in the room was broken only by Than’s low growl. “Reaver…”

The souls of those Thanatos had killed, the ones who got sucked into his armor, began to billow around his feet as Than’s anger mounted. Regan lay a comforting hand on his arm, and though the souls eased off the frenzied swirling, the fact that they were still there wasn’t good.

“What’s going on?” The bright orange flower in Limos’s ebony hair wilted, as though it sensed her mood. “What are you not telling us?”

“Remember how Pestilence was trying to find Wormwood?”

Kynan nodded. “He tore apart Aegis headquarters and killed dozens for the dagger.”

“Well, he got it. He knew Wormwood was the dagger that would kill him.” Reaver looked Than in the eye. “You’d been searching for a way to repair Reseph’s Seal, but what you didn’t know was that Deliverance was the answer. You had it all along.”

“
A blade his Deliverance
,” Than murmured. “Okay, so that part of my prophecy was about saving Reseph. But
The Doom Star cometh if the cry fails
? We thought the Doom Star was Halley’s Comet.”

Reaver shook his head. “The Doom Star was Wormwood. Gethel and Pestilence figured it out.”

“So if we’d failed to stab Pestilence with Deliverance
at the moment of Logan’s first cry, we could have killed Pestilence at any time with Wormwood?”

“Exactly.”

Thanatos’s furious curse made the hellhounds in the room leap to their feet and look for a threat. “I could have killed him. I could have ended this and you didn’t tell me? All this time we were living with a false sense of security? My son could still be in danger and you thought it was best to not tell us?”

The accusing glares of everyone in the room shriveled Reaver’s heart. There were very few people Reaver cared about disappointing, and those here happened to be the few. “I didn’t know about Wormwood until just before Logan’s birth. I only had a few moments to make a choice about giving it to you, and I chose Reseph’s life. He isn’t a threat to you. His memory is gone.”

“Damn you, Reaver,” Thanatos croaked, the rare emotion in his voice shredding Reaver’s insides. He hated to see any of these warriors hurt, and knowing he was at least in part responsible only made it worse. “Damn you.”

Ares swore in disgust. “Take him back to Sheoul-gra.”

Reaver understood Ares’s anger, but dammit, Reaver had made a decision, and he had to stand by what he believed was best. “A, you don’t order your Watcher, or any angel, around. B, we need him whole. He won’t heal if I send him back.”

Limos cast a worried glance at Arik. “What does this mean for Arik’s soul? We thought that with Pestilence dead, it had reverted to Arik. Can Reseph give it back?”

“No.” It had been a long time since Reaver had willingly taken a drink of anything stronger than wine, but right now he could use a gallon-sized shot of tequila.
“Only Pestilence can release his soul, and if he takes over again, he could release it into Sheoul out of spite.”

“Meaning?” That from Arik, who looked a little green around the gills.

“Meaning that when you do die, you’re doomed to Sheoul.”

“Oh, good,” Arik said. “Because I didn’t get enough torture the first time around.”

“This is so fucked up,” Thanatos snarled. “We have to move on this. We can’t just sit around and wait for Reseph to get better in a thousand years.”

Arik cleared his throat. “Um… you need to do something.” He was staring at his cell phone. “I just got a message from Decker. He’s got a spy inside The Aegis, and it looks like they’re onto us. They’re sending a team to Bardsley.”

“Fuck.” Limos hurled a juiced lime into the garbage so hard it bounced back out. “That can only end badly.”

Arik shoved the phone in his BDU pants pocket. “We’ve got to get Reseph before they do.”

“Typical day with the Horsemen.” Kynan scrubbed his hands over his face. “Things with you guys only go from bad to worse.”

“No,” Reaver said softly. “I don’t think we’ve begun to see worse yet. Not even close.”

“What does that mean?” Limos asked.

Closing his eyes, Reaver braced himself. When he lifted his lids, hard eyes stared back at him. “Gethel knows he’s free. She’s got Soulshredders hunting for him.”

“And if she finds him…” Arik prompted.

“If she finds him, she can bring out Pestilence,” Reaver said. “And if you think he was angry before, imagine how pissed off he’s going to be this time around.”

“Jillian Cardiff. It’s about time you got out of that lonely cabin.”

She looked up and nearly groaned at the sight of the dark-haired man standing next to her chair. Figured that out of all the country music bars in Bardsley, she and Reseph would come to the one Trey Yates and his thugs were haunting tonight.

“Good to see you, Trey. It’s been a while.” Not long enough. He’d dated Stacey for a couple of months and then dumped her for a newly single cougar on the prowl. “Still seeing Charlene?”

The live band got the dance floor moving with a Garth Brooks song as Trey chugged his beer. “Nah. She was wanting a new daddy for her brats.”

Well, yeah. A blind man could have seen
that
coming. “How’s the ranching business?” she asked, but only to be polite. Mostly, she kept her eye on Reseph, who had
gone up to the bar for a couple of beers. Seemed like there was a sudden rush of women who just happened to need fresh drinks as well. “Last I heard, you were venturing into bison.”

He burped. Didn’t excuse himself. “Didn’t work out. I’m back to sheep.”

No doubt sheep were easier for him to bully. He’d been a total ass in high school, and according to Stacey, not a lot had changed. Why Stace had dated him for as long as she had, Jillian had no idea. Then again, he’d apparently put on a good front and the best of appearances for a while. It wasn’t until shortly before he dumped her that his true colors began to show.

Trey jerked his chin toward the stage. “What do you think of the band?”

“They’re okay. Why?”

His grin was so damned smug that she wanted to smack him. Funny how, when Reseph got cocky, it worked. On Trey it only looked sad and pathetic.

“I hang out with them,” Trey said. “Belt out a song now and then. You should stick around, and maybe I’ll sing something just for you.”

Same old braggart he’d always been. Some things never changed. “I doubt we’ll be here long, but thanks.”

Trey never had taken rejection well, and his mouth twisted as he tipped his bottle toward Reseph. “I hear he’s new in town. Has some sort of mental problems. Why would you shack up with someone like that?”

She gave him a tight smile. “That’s none of your business.”

His belligerent snort told her what he thought of her answer. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” came the deep, rumbling voice from behind her, and Jesus, how had he moved away from the bar so fast? “I’m hers.” Reseph’s tone, his words, made her all shivery inside.

Trey made a point of sizing up Reseph, dragging his gaze from his face to his feet and back again. “I’m Trey. And you are…?”

“Intolerant of jackasses who fuck with my female.”

Trey had been in the middle of guzzling his beer, and now he slowly lowered the bottle from his mouth. “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to, Amnesia Boy.”

Oh, shit. Jillian shoved to her feet and stepped between the two men. Trey looked ready to throw a punch, but Reseph merely looked amused.

“Enough,” she said. “Trey, go back to your buddies.”

Trey jabbed a finger at Reseph. “You better watch yourself, asshole. Small town like this, word gets around, and we know how to cull the herd.” He glanced at Jillian. “Teach your stray some manners.”

What. An. Ass. Pissed, Jillian started after Trey, but Reseph pulled her back.

“He’s not worth it,” Reseph said. “Let me guess; his family has money or some shit?”

“Exactly.” She shot Trey one last glare before turning back to Reseph. “His family owns half the town. He has a sheep ranch just north of town, but he’d be flailing if not for his family money and all their connections.”