Dario had to turn away.
“Why would he take Theo there?” Wylder asked.
He had to shake out his hands from how tight he had been clenching his fists. He whirled back around as Wylder gasped.
The chamber had been opened revealing Bramley, Theo’s brother, wrapped in chains.
Theo stumbled back, nearly falling on his ass.
* * * * *
Theo
“Hopefully you appreciate this,” Micitian told him.
Theo wasn’t sure what he was looking at. At the end of the hall and surrounded by darkness was a metal coffin orsomething. It looked horrifying, etched with symbols that Theo had no knowledge of their meaning.
Screaming escaped from the coffin thing, making Theo jump.
Micitian cackled. “Isn’t that just the best sound ever?”
No. No, it really wasn’t. “Who…who is in there?”
Micitian lifted a handle hidden in the side of the coffin. “Your biggest enemy, of course. The chamber is only for the best.”
The demon lifted the top of the chamber. Still looked like a coffin to Theo. Or maybe it was actually a chamber of torture.
Inside, wrapped in iron chains, was his brother.
There was no way that Bramley could hurt him from how he was wrapped in chains and with the spikes from the lid of the coffin pulled out leaving him broken and bleeding, Theo couldn’t help wanting to be as far from Bramley as possible.
He stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Isn’t this lovely?” Micitian inquired.
“You’ve had him this whole time?” Theo asked. No wonder no one could find his brother. A demon god was keeping him trapped in hell.
Micitian hummed. “Maybe not the whole time. It took my demons a couple of days to find him cowering in a cave inside the unseelie mountains. Pathetic really. Although you did quite the number on him with your magic. Obviously, you had no control over what you were doing. There is so much I could teach you.”
“I don’t want to learn this.” Theo pointed to where his brother had obviously been tortured.
“He tried to kill you,” Micitian reminded him.
That was true. “There’s still a right and wrong way to do things.”
“Do you think that he would show you mercy? He has been planning this for years. Since before you were even born. He killed your father to take his place at the top of the unseelie court. He became king by killing the one before him.”
None of what the demon said was false.
“And what he did to your mother,” Micitian said. “He haunted her. Chased her from realm to realm until she had no place to hide. Even when she managed to give birth to you he didn’t stop coming for her. Everything that has happened since your birth is all his fault.”
Theo shook his head. “What do you want me to do? Why are you even doing this?”
“I want you to embrace the unseelie blood that pumps through your veins. What are you going to do with him?” Micitian paced forward. “What does your magic tell you?”
The magic inside was angry and fighting to be released. If Theo hadn’t practiced control, he was sure that he’d have already lost it.
“Here he is!” Micitian spread his arms wide. “What are you going to do with him?”
