It was actually a rather disappointing sight. There were no sacrificial altars, no demonic symbols drawn on the floor, no cloaked acolytes chanting ancient spells. The room was bare, except from the torches, and Selissa wondered if she had finally found a villain without a sense for the dramatic. She was going to miss the monologues, though, seeing as those always cleared up a lot of confusion.
“You, with the wings,” the captain said, nodding to Seymour in case the half-breed angel was unsure who he was addressing. “Our wards will only signal us once the demons enter into a mile radius of our location. We could use someone to scout the area and hopefully give us more of a warning.”
“Bringing us back to the aforementioned wings,” Seymour finished for him, looking up at the sky. “Good thing few demons can fly.”
“Neither can most humans,” Orrell said, shooting the other man a pointed look. “I’m not going to ask what kind of misfired experiment you are if you put those feathery appendages to good use and cover us from the air.”
“They’ll hunt us down, won’t they?” she asked, changing the subject.
“The Horsemen?” Niall said. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Even if they were willing to let this setback slide, they have two more brothers to bring back into this world. But the failed ritual will buy us some time. They’ll have to recover.”
“So will we,” Selissa said dryly.
“I’m trying to remain positive,” Niall said miserably.
Selissa snorted. “I’m trying to remain alive.”
A weight leaned against the door pushed it forward as soon as she turned the handle, but their visitor managed to grab hold of the frame before he fell headfirst into the room. Vaguely, Selissa noted the blood smeared all over the door, but it was the hulking man clinging to the wall that grabbed her attention.
“Hello, princess,” Ardeth said hoarsely, before promptly passing out at her feet.
Blinking dumbly, staring at the empty space the assassin had occupied just seconds before, the only thought that occurred to Selissa was, ‘This is becoming a habit.’
The captain shot another look at his flailing men. “Magister Feryll. Care you explain to me why you’re here, using my men as dominoes, and not at your estate like I was informed?”
“At the time you were informed, I likely was at home,” Feryll said. “But events escalated a bit and we thought it better to relocate.”
“What happened?” Leya asked sharply.
“Death, destruction, abductions, general calamity,” Feryll said casually.
“Don’t forget the demonic summoning rituals,” Selissa reminded him.
“And demonic summoning rituals,” Feryll added.