Savitar snapped his fingers. Instantly, Styxx’s hair was an exact copy of Acheron’s. He even had fangs and matching clothes. “I can’t mess with his voice. But they can assume you’ve been screaming insults at them. It would account for the difference.”
Urian ran his gaze up and down Styxx’s body and then Acheron’s. “That is creepy.Reallycreepy.”
“He still doesn’t move like me.”
Styxx scoffed. “People aren’t that observant. As you saw in New Orleans.”
He was right about that. Urian remembered when Styxx had easily passed himself off as Acheron. And that had been to Acheron’s fellow Dark-Hunters, who should have known better.
Savitar inclined his head to Urian and Styxx. “Let’s do this, ladies. And Styxx … for the record, you let anything happen to Tory and I will hand-deliver you to Apollymi for her eternal enjoyment.”
Styxx laughed out loud at the impotent threat, which made both Acheron and Savitar scowl at him. “What’s she going to do, Savitar? Drag me out into an arena butt-ass naked, make me fight elite Atlantean champions until I can barely stand, set her starving dogs or leopards on me, and then have me publicly fucked for her entertainment? Or better yet, gut me on the floor … or how about this … murder my wife and child, and make me live with that for eternity in a dark hole by myself? Sure … threaten me. Go ahead and make me live in total fear and terror.” Flipping Savitar off, he turned to Urian. “Get me out of here.”
Urian scowled at him as he digested details that were a little too specific to not be real. Yeah … holy shit. None of that had been listed in a history book, and it explained a lot about Styxx’s personality.
“You’re really not sane, are you?”
“No, Urian. I’m not. A sane man would have told you to go to hell and meant it.”
Sick to his stomach that he’d even asked him to join them for this when he should have left him alone and at peace, Urian opened the portal to Kalosis.I’ve got your back, brother.Because obviously, no one else ever had.
With a sharp nod to his friend, he made a promise to himself that no one was going to hurt Styxx again. “Walk this way.” Urian stepped into it and vanished.
Without so much as glancing at Savitar or Acheron, Styxx followed.
When they finally stopped falling, they were inside a main room that was filled with Daimons and demons.
Beautiful …
Styxx let out a severely annoyed groan. “Great location, Uri,” he said under his breath. “Think one of them is willing to sell us a summer home here?”
Urian grinned at him. “You can always ask.”
Every demon and Daimon was frozen into place by their sudden appearance in the middle of the hall where Urian had grown up. Ah, it was good to be back.
Styxx cut a sideways glance to Urian. “What are they waiting for?”
Urian winked at him because he knew exactly why they were nervous. Every Daimon here had been told that if Acheron ever stepped foot into their domain, Kalosis would splinter. That Apollymi would be free and the worlds would tear themselves apart.
“Armageddon,” he said drily.
Styxx narrowed his eyes on Stryker.
Stryker glared at his son with an expression that was best defined as pained hatred. “You dare to stand with my enemy?”
“Against you, Solren, I’d stand with Mickey Mouse.”
Stryker curled his lip. “You worthless son of a bitch. You should have never been anything more than a cum stain.”
Urian scoffed. “I could definitely say the same thing about you. It would have saved the world and all of us a lot of misery now, wouldn’t it?”
Styxx and Urian braced themselves to fight as the Daimons started forward, but they were thrown back by some unseen force.
Not sure what had happened, Styxx turned to Stryker and growled. “Enough of the family reunion bullshit. Where is Soteria?”
Out of nowhere, Apollymi appeared a few feet from them.
She indicated a door behind him with an imperious jerk of her chin.
