Dodging arrows, he flew over the battlefield and did his best not to focus on his men who lay dead or dying.
Damn Belial for it.
There was no sense in this latest uprising. Malcontent assholes. Those who had no regard for life.
He’d never understood what drove them to such wanton destruction. Even before he’d discovered what and who he was, he’d been at odds with his stepfather, who’d wanted to lay waste to everything he came into contact with.
For pleasure.
Thorn clenched his teeth. He had his whore-mother to thank for those tender feelings.
When she’d summoned Jaden, his real father’s broker, forth from the bowels of hell, and bargained for the birth of a son to placate her husband, who was going to kill her if she didn’t produce an heir, Jaden had only agreed because he’d known he was consigning Thorn to an eternal battle where his mother’s humanity would be at war with his demonic blood.
For that alone, he wanted to kill the primal god who’d made that match.
Jaden thought he was preserving mankind. But the beast inside Thorn was strong, and it became stronger every day.
He lived in fear of the day when that blood would overtake him, and he might become the very monster his father had sought to breed. A demon with no demonic handicap because of his human blood.
An invincible monster that no one could stop.
Like now as he spotted Belial’s second-in-command.
Thorn dodged the demon closest to him and swooped in to grab Sorath before he even became aware of his presence. He grabbed him from behind and held his throat with his claws.
“Forneus! You bastard!” Sorath clawed at his arm.
“Tell your bitches to back off.”
Sorath motioned the others away from him. “You can kill me, but it won’t stop this.”
“I know. Where’s Belial?”
He laughed until Thorn cut off his ability to make a sound. “Answer or I will kill you.”
He was the one being who had that ability, and death for a demon was a very ugly matter.
Sorath sputtered and groaned before Thorn gave him enough oxygen to breathe. “He’s chasing a daughter of Michael’s.”
Thorn laughed at the absurdity. “If he wanted his ass kicked, he should have stayed here.”
“Nay. He’s found a way to corrupt her. He intends to turn her over to Noir.”
And the balance would be broken.
Forever.
With a Nasaru in his hands, his father would destroy the world. There would be no stopping him. “Where is he?”
Sorath laughed. “I’ll never tell.”
And his army was drawing closer. His time was up. With a growl, Thorn shoved him away and vanished before they captured him.
Shit. A daughter of Michael’s in the hands of Belial…
How was that even possible?
This was the very thing he’d warned them against and they had all laughed at him for it.
