End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days #3)(44)

‘Where are they now?’ I suspect they’re still in the Pit, but who knows? I think what I saw in Beliel’s memory was from a long time ago.

They both glance at Beliel. He’s swatting at the hellions who are squabbling near his shoulder. They fly away from him to hang on to the bars and stare at us.

No, not at us.

At my sword.

The Pit hellions want to go home. However bad it was there, it had to have been better than being caged, waiting to be killed.

Home.

‘What if we could go into the Pit and get the Watchers?’ I ask.

It’s an insane thought, one I wouldn’t consider if the entire human race didn’t depend on it. If Raffe could dethrone Uriel, then no more war, right?

The guys glance at each other as if wondering whether I’ve lost my mind. ‘No one voluntarily goes into the Pit,’ says Raffe, scowling at me.

‘And once you’re in, you don’t get out without being let out by the Pit lords,’ says Josiah. ‘That’s the problem with the Pit. Otherwise, newly Fallen angels would be rescued left and right.’

‘Besides,’ says Raffe, looking at Beliel. ‘The Watchers aren’t what they used to be.’

‘What if we could get the Watchers you remember?’ I ask. I nod toward Beliel. ‘The Watchers he remembers?’

Raffe looks back at me, and I see a spark of interest.





34


We half drag, half fly Beliel’s cage off the torn grass toward an outer building that’s out of sight of the main hotel.

‘Do we have any reason to believe it’ll work both ways?’ asks Josiah.

‘I was hoping you guys would know,’ I say.

‘There are ancient stories of hellions jumping out through very powerful swords,’ says Raffe. ‘But there’s never been a reason to jump into the Pit.’

‘You mean to tell me that I discovered a talent of your beloved swords that even you guys didn’t know about?’ I pull as hard as I can on the cage bars.

‘You seem to bring out new and unimagined dimensions from both me and Kooky Bear.’

‘Pooky Bear.’

‘Right.’

I step over a hole that someone must have crawled out of.

‘Come on. Say it, Raffe.’ I give him a half smile. ‘I love it when you say Pooky Bear. It’s just so perfect when it comes out of your mouth.’

‘She might kill you in your sleep one of these days just so she can get rid of that name.’

‘Can’t she have a new name now that she can be with you again?’

‘You were her last solo wielder, so she’s stuck with the name until she gets a new solo wielder.’

I keep expecting him to ask for his sword now that he has his angel wings back, but he hasn’t. I wonder if he’s still annoyed with her for showing me his private moments. I can feel Pooky Bear’s yearning to be held by him, but I don’t say anything. This is one fight I should stay out of.

We set the cage down behind the outer building. It’s quiet and deserted here.

Josiah shakes his head but is no longer arguing against the idea. He’s right. We all agree that it’s a terrible plan. But when Raffe asked him to come up with a less terrible idea, he didn’t have one.

Now that it’s time, my hands tremble as I pull out the sword.

My mind searches frantically for a better plan, but I can’t think of one. We could run away now that Raffe has his wings. But he’s on trial as much as I am. They won’t just let us fly out of here.

If Raffe loses this trial, I die. I’m not sure what will happen to him, but it’s clear what will happen to me. But if Raffe could win this trial by contest and take control of the angels, he’ll take them away. And it’ll all end.

Is it worth the risk of losing Raffe to the Pit and having him trapped there?

I bite my lip, not willing to answer that question. I’ll probably pace a ten-foot-deep trench in front of this cage while waiting for him to come back.

‘Do it,’ says Raffe. His wings are closed tightly along his back, and he stands rigid, ready for the worst.

Before I can get sappy, I nod to Josiah. He unlocks the cage door, and it swings open with a creak. The two hellions from the Pit back as far away from Josiah as they can.

Hopefully, they know how to use the sword to get back to their world. We just need to catch one for Raffe to ride on.

Beliel also backs away to the far end of the cage, looking like a shriveled zombie. ‘What are you doing?’ He watches us suspiciously.

‘Come on, creepy hellions. You want to go home, don’t you?’ I croon, sticking my sword into the cage.

The Pit hellions creep slowly toward me. They watch the sword greedily, sniffing as if trying to sense a trap.

As soon as Raffe moves toward them, though, they bolt back into the farthest corners of the cage, hissing. I don’t know how to make the creatures travel through the sword if they don’t want to.

‘They’re afraid of you.’ I put out my free arm in front of him. ‘Get behind me.’

I step into the cage. I raise my voice and make myself sound like I’m talking to puppies. ‘Come on, ugly squat-faced things. You want to go home, don’t you? Mmm, home.’

They creep cautiously toward me, watching Raffe carefully.