Serpent's Storm Part 15

"Rules are made to be broken."

"I won't kill anyone," Daniel growled. "Thalia promised me that Callie would go free. Killing her was never part of the deal."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow.

"You gave your word, Daniel. You can't back out now. Besides," she purred, "I'm sure Calliope would love to know what you and her sister were up to in Purgatory this afternoon . . ."

If the b.i.t.c.h thought she was gonna drive a wedge between Daniel and me, she was wrong. I knew exactly what my sister had promised him.

"Shut your mouth, b.i.t.c.h," I said, sick of hearing her smarmy voice. "Let's just get this over with."

I made a grab for the other sword, trying to lift it from where it lay on the table, but like its sword brother, it appeared to be superglued to the marble.

"Not again," I said, ignoring Evangeline's gleeful smirk as I worked to pry the weapon from the tabletop.

"I think they're magically drawn to a single combatant," Daniel offered. "Look at the weapons and then take the one that calls to you."

"Ugh." I groaned. "This is why I hate magic."

But I did as Daniel said, releasing my grip from the sword and stepping away from the table. I waited impatiently for one of the weapons to call out to me, and when my gaze finally settled on the mace, I plucked the heavy instrument of destruction from the tabletop and lifted it into the air, testing its weight. As far as weapons go, it was a pretty fine looking-and deadly-piece with a f.l.a.n.g.ed morning star-shaped head and a long, thin handle of hammered iron that fit perfectly in my grip. I swung the mace over my head a few times to get a feel for the weapon, then I let it fall to my side.

"You look good, Cal," Daniel quipped as I hefted the mace back over my shoulder. I had to admit I did feel pretty bada.s.s just holding the lethal-looking weapon.

"I don't think this is gonna work out the way you thought," I said suddenly, turning my gaze on Evangeline and swinging the mace menacingly in her direction.

"I know what you're thinking, Calliope Reaper-Jones," Evangeline said, taking a wary step backward. "And it's not going to happen."

"Really?" I said, using both hands to lift the mace over my head. "You don't think so?"

With all my strength, I slammed the morning star mace into the tabletop, the marble splintering as the weight of the weapon struck it full force. I heard a barely perceptible crack crack, and the table split into two neat pieces of veined white marble as it buckled under the strength of my swing. All of the other weapons tumbled to the ground at Evangeline's feet, but since she wasn't one of the challengers, they were useless to her.

"Don't touch me!" she shrieked, holding her hands up to protect her face, her back pressed against the marble bal.u.s.trade that looked over the sea.

I lifted the mace over my head, my arms straining underneath its weight, but before I could slam it into the b.i.t.c.h's head, I felt Daniel's arms around me, pulling me away from my prey.

"That's enough," Daniel whispered in my ear, my armor-plated heels sending up sparks as he dragged me backward across the floor. I was too shocked by Daniel's sneak attack to put up much of a fight, but I did manage to elbow him in what would've been his very vulnerable gut if he hadn't been wearing protective armor.

"Let me go!" I cried, flailing.

"It won't help anything, Cal," he whispered in my ear. "They'll just send someone else to take her place."

"So?" I replied, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

When that didn't work, I slammed the heel of my armor-clad foot down, hard, on Daniel's instep. I knew the blow would be glancing at best because of the armor, but that wasn't my main thrust of attack, so I didn't care. It was merely a diversion so I could keep Daniel off guard for the big-ticket maneuver.

"What the-" he blurted out in surprise.

I whirled around and slammed the b.u.t.t end of my mace into his upper chest as hard as I could, knocking him off his feet and onto his a.s.s. The beauty of Daniel wearing all the heavy body armor was that he had about as much mobility as a turtle when he lay spread-eagled on his back. Swinging his arms and legs wildly, he tried to right himself, but I was pretty sure it was gonna take more than the modified Macarena rehash he he was doing to get himself back on his feet. was doing to get himself back on his feet.

I took my moment of freedom, racing back across the marble floor, my eyes locked on Evangeline. She was crouched like a cowed dog behind one end of the broken table, as if that would somehow protect her from my wrath.

"Please don't hurt me!" she cried, covering her beehive with her arms. "I'm not immortal!"

I stopped in my tracks, morning star mace raised in my right hand as I let her words sink in. If what she said was true, then I didn't even have to b.l.o.o.d.y my mace in order to end her pip-squeak existence. All I had to do was wish her dead and she would be . . . dead dead.

There was something very appealing about that proposition.

I crouched down in front of the broken slab of marble, glancing back to see if Daniel had been able to right himself yet-nope, he was still on the ground, floundering-then I leaned in close, the grille covering my lips inches from Evangeline's ear.

"I wish . . ." I began, my mouth curling in a mischievous smile as Evangeline's whole body began to shudder, fear emanating from her pores like honeyed ambrosia.

"I wish you would tell my sister that I'm gonna go to Heaven and have a little chat with G.o.d and then then I'm gonna go down to Purgatory and kick her big, flabby a.s.s from here into eternity." I'm gonna go down to Purgatory and kick her big, flabby a.s.s from here into eternity."

I swiveled back on my armored heels as if I were going to leave, but then I went back in for more.

"I don't wish you death-no, that would be too easy," I sneered, watching as the tension eased from her shoulders and she lifted her head to look up at me.

"What I wish for you you, bi-atch," I continued, "is that every hair on your body should die and never, ever, ever, ever ever grow back." grow back."

Evangeline gasped, covering her mouth in horror.

"You wouldn't dare," she said, reaching for her beehive.

"Weren't you listening?" I said, disdain dripping from my tongue. "I just dared, honey."

There was a terrible cry of anguish as Evangeline slid her shaking hands into the crown of her beehive, only to have them reemerge with her hairdo wrapped around her fingers. only to have them reemerge with her hairdo wrapped around her fingers.

seventeen.

They say the best way to cripple a lady is to take a potshot at her vanity-and this this lady had a G.o.dd.a.m.ned beehive on her head. There had to be a heck of a lot of vanity going on if she really thought anyone (outside of Amy Winehouse-and she was on fashion probation) could pull off that hairdo and still be relevant in the twenty-first century. As far as I was concerned, she deserved every ounce of pain and suffering she'd received at my hands-and would continue to receive from the Afterlife at large as she went about her hairless way. lady had a G.o.dd.a.m.ned beehive on her head. There had to be a heck of a lot of vanity going on if she really thought anyone (outside of Amy Winehouse-and she was on fashion probation) could pull off that hairdo and still be relevant in the twenty-first century. As far as I was concerned, she deserved every ounce of pain and suffering she'd received at my hands-and would continue to receive from the Afterlife at large as she went about her hairless way.

She was in my sister Thalia's thrall, and because of that I considered her a party to the murder of my dad and Jarvis. Whether she did the actual killing or not, I hated her for her partic.i.p.ation in these heinous crimes. Believe me, I would've done more than just depilate her if I could've, but Daniel had been right to stay my hand. Killing Evangeline would've done nothing but bring down a rain of c.r.a.p from my sister, the Devil, and the Ender of Death. Much better to keep the proctor we knew: especially now that she was a cowering, sniveling mess.

"Get up," I said, ignoring Evangeline's high-pitched screams of dismay as she ran her fingers across her hairless brow. It felt incredibly nice to be the responsible party for turning my sister's henchman into a Baldy McBalderton.

"I told you to get up!" I said as I shook the morning star in her face, threatening her with more than just magic-induced alopecia if she didn't do what I wanted.

"Callie?"

I felt Daniel's hand on my armored shoulder. I guess he'd managed to right himself after all.

"Are you okay?"

"I've got everything under control," I replied, turning my head to give him a quick wink, even though I didn't really want to take my eyes off Evangeline.

He returned the gesture-and I was glad to see he wasn't mad at me for stomping on his toes and forcing him to do the upside-down turtle dance. I hadn't wanted to hurt or humiliate him; I'd just wanted to give Evangeline a piece of my mind.

"We can't go through with this," I said to Daniel, still waving the mace in Evangeline's face. She took the hint and stood up. "I don't want to fight you and you don't want to fight me. We're not fighters. We're . . . I don't know, lovers or partners or whatever."

I paused, not sure where I was going with my little speech.

"I just-"

But I didn't get a chance to finish my thought because Evangeline took the opportunity to shove me as hard as she could, knocking me sideways as she pushed past me and sprinted across the pavilion. Luckily Daniel was able to catch me before I hit the ground, but Evangeline had managed her escape beautifully. When she was far enough away from us to feel safe, she turned back around, her bald pate glistening like a sunburst, and shook her fist at me.

"Get them!" she screamed, gesturing wildly, her face beet red as she glared back at us. I didn't know whom she was talking to, but my ignorance was soon remedied by the arrival of a troop of Bugbears who magically materialized beside her.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, I would've been glad to see the hulking security guards from h.e.l.l, but these Bugbears were under Evangeline's command, and from the determined look in their brown eyes, they meant business. With their reptilian, prehensile tails, four sets of eyes (two of which were situated on either side of their heads), and humanoid-looking-but backward-bending-legs, they were monsters in the most standard definition of the word. Yet if you took a second glance (after you were done freaking out), you would see that they actually possessed very cute velveteen noses, plush teddy bear ears, and kindly brown eyes that flashed with a violet sheen in the sunlight.

As they descended on us, I realized what an idiot I had been: The flashes of violet light I'd seen in the darkness had belonged to them.

"They don't look very happy to see us," Daniel murmured under his breath.

"You were the Devil's protege once upon a time," I said back at him, thrusting my mace forward and a.s.suming what I hoped was a threatening stance. "Won't they listen to you?"

Daniel only grimaced.

"This is exactly why I wanted to go to Heaven, Callie. These guys have families down in h.e.l.l, and I'm sure your sister and the Devil are using that fact to make the Bugbears do their bidding."

"I'm sorry," I said meekly.

"It's my fault, Cal," he said, trying to take the sting out of his last comment. "I could've gone on my own at any point. It was my call."

I still felt horrible-and exceedingly guilty. Daniel wasn't just a do-gooder trying to get an audience with G.o.d to stroke his own ego. He'd had very very specific reasons why it was imperative to help the denizens of h.e.l.l-like keeping the Bugbears out of Thalia's hands-and I'd done nothing but act like a selfish a.s.s at every turn, making things impossible for him. Once again, I'd been acting like everything revolved around me, and there was no excuse for it. As G.o.d was my witness (literally), I was going to go to Heaven and make things right. specific reasons why it was imperative to help the denizens of h.e.l.l-like keeping the Bugbears out of Thalia's hands-and I'd done nothing but act like a selfish a.s.s at every turn, making things impossible for him. Once again, I'd been acting like everything revolved around me, and there was no excuse for it. As G.o.d was my witness (literally), I was going to go to Heaven and make things right.

"Look, you were right," I said, grabbing Daniel's gloved hand. "We should've gone to Heaven weeks ago when you wanted to-"

"Callie," Daniel said, interrupting me, but I shook my head.

"No, listen to me. I was an a.s.s and I'm really sorry-"

Daniel nodded.

"But I really think we should cut our losses and make a run for it. We can go to Heaven right now and get help . . ."

I trailed off. I could see Daniel's eyes behind the faceplate of his helmet, and what I saw in them made my heart break into a million little pieces of pulpy pink muscle.

"I can't go with you, Cal," he said sadly.

"Why not?" I pleaded.

"Because someone has to deal with the Bugbears and Evangeline so you can get out of here . . ."

As we'd been talking, Evangeline had goaded the Bugbears forward with an insistent snarl. I knew I was supposed to do something, to make some kind of calculated offense so we could both escape the quickly escalating situation, but my mind was not built for military strategy. And the Bugbears weren't your run-of-the-mill enemy. You couldn't just fell them with traditional weapons.

"Daniel, we could could just wish them dead-" I started to say, but he shook his head aggressively. just wish them dead-" I started to say, but he shook his head aggressively.

"No, that's not how we play this, Cal," he said. "You and I aren't the Devil and your sister. We don't kill indiscriminately."

"Because we're the good guys," I said, nodding.

"Exactly," he said, his eyes smiling at me. "Now whatever happens, just run as fast as you can."

Then, before I understood what was happening, Daniel had shoved me backward and I was flying. The mace dropped from between my fingers as I sailed through the air. I felt untethered, like I was floating outside of my body, watching the situation from above as everything took on a bizarre surreality. Airborne, my body was propelled in a graceless arc toward the phalanx of Bugbears, the power of Daniel's push hurtling me through their unsuspecting ranks like a bowling ball taking out a row of tenpins-which was kind of cool until the weight of my armor dragged me back to earth. I landed hard on my side, my helmeted head smacking into the marble floor of the pavilion with a gut-churning crunch crunch. I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't think; the impact had knocked the air out of my lungs and the sense out of my head. Behind my helmet, my head pounded with the beginnings of a violence-induced headache.

"Run, Callie!" Daniel screamed as he raised his sword from his hip, pointing it at one of the Bugbears.

Daniel was once again sacrificing himself in order to save me-and if I didn't get my a.s.s out of Atlantis p.r.o.nto, it was all going to be for nothing. I drew a ragged breath and rolled away from the shining daylight of Atlantis, rattling like a tin can as I went, until I felt the cooler, damper New York night waiting at my back.

I picked myself up and took off, the heavy armor slowing me down and making it harder to run. As I stepped out of Atlantis and back into reality-or what I hoped was reality-I judged the line of the sea to be only a few yards away. Headache thrumming in time with my carotid artery, I forced myself forward, hoping when I hit the water the armor would magically disappear-or else I'd sink down to the bottom of the sea like a stone and wouldn't be able to help anyone. Behind me, I heard the whoosh whoosh of Daniel's sword and I could only hope he was holding his own. Since he was the Devil and Thalia's champion, I didn't think Evangeline would allow the Bugbears to hurt him, but still I prayed he'd be able to escape. of Daniel's sword and I could only hope he was holding his own. Since he was the Devil and Thalia's champion, I didn't think Evangeline would allow the Bugbears to hurt him, but still I prayed he'd be able to escape.

Almost there, I thought, relief flooding my body. I was so close to the water's edge now that I could taste the salt in the air. I reached out, using every ounce of energy I possessed to drive myself toward the sea-and freedom-but before I could make good my escape, my body was engulfed in a searing violet light so hot I thought my skin was going to melt off right there on the beach. Shock at the pain I was feeling echoed through my body and I pitched forward, my knees jackhammering into the ground with enough force to crack my jaw together, embedding my teeth into the meaty pulp of my tongue. Blood pooled in my mouth, salty and viscous like mola.s.ses, but I was already in so much pain, it barely registered. I thought, relief flooding my body. I was so close to the water's edge now that I could taste the salt in the air. I reached out, using every ounce of energy I possessed to drive myself toward the sea-and freedom-but before I could make good my escape, my body was engulfed in a searing violet light so hot I thought my skin was going to melt off right there on the beach. Shock at the pain I was feeling echoed through my body and I pitched forward, my knees jackhammering into the ground with enough force to crack my jaw together, embedding my teeth into the meaty pulp of my tongue. Blood pooled in my mouth, salty and viscous like mola.s.ses, but I was already in so much pain, it barely registered.

The pain gradually lessened as I lay there panting in the sand, but now I found myself trapped like a bug in amber, the violet light pinning me into place where I lay. I had hoped that the armor would afford me some some protection from the Bugbears' wrath, but as soon as the violet light had tractor-beamed me, the armor had disappeared as un.o.btrusively as it had come. protection from the Bugbears' wrath, but as soon as the violet light had tractor-beamed me, the armor had disappeared as un.o.btrusively as it had come.

Great. Just great, I thought as I found myself back in my ratty old clothes. I thought as I found myself back in my ratty old clothes.

As much as I'd disliked being encased in a golden exoskeleton, not having the armor for protection left me extremely vulnerable. Panicked, my hands shot out of their own accord, fingers clawing the wet dirt and sand as I tried to breach the last few remaining inches that separated me from the cool seawater. Yet no matter what I did, the violet light prevented me from reaching my goal.

I heard Daniel scream in agony somewhere behind me, and another wave of violet light shot through the air, joining the first one and pinning me even more firmly to the ground. The pain was once again ratcheted up to the highest level, and dark splotches appeared in my peripheral vision, condensing my vision down to a tiny pinp.r.i.c.k, then blinding me entirely, my singed eyeb.a.l.l.s broiling away inside my eye sockets like eyeball filet mignon. I screamed, my lungs exploding as fire coursed through every cell of my body, cooking me from the inside out. My brain was having trouble cognizing, but with what little clarity I had left, my mind begged me to escape.

Then, as abruptly as the pain had begun, it stopped. I let out a ragged breath and opened my eyelids. I expected my eyeb.a.l.l.s to gush out into a puddle in the sand, but instead, they stayed where they belonged, in their sockets completely unscathed.

"I told you releasing me from Frank's spell was a good idea."

I lifted my head in response to the tinkling voice in my ear. Starr, her human upper body wreathed in seaweed and half-beached in the sand, grinned at me like a lunatic, her left hand held aloft while she crafted a water-based protection spell that spun around us like salty cotton candy, deflecting the violet light that was being emitted from the two Bugbears on the beach behind us.

"Yes," I said, bone-tired from the Bugbear attack. "You have every right to say: 'I told you so.'"

"Ha, ha, ha!" she laughed, enjoying the irony of our reversed roles. I had saved her and now she was returning the favor.

"Let's am-scray!" she trilled suddenly, throwing her head back and cooing like a bird. She slid her right arm around my tender rib cage and, with the strength of a baby sumo wrestler, dragged me into the frothing sea.

The water was like a balm on my still sizzling skin, glorious and soothing as silk, and I luxuriated in the feel of it, my limbs enjoying the weightlessness of the salt.w.a.ter.

I could loll around in the water all night, I decided, giddy with my newfound freedom. I decided, giddy with my newfound freedom.

Sure, I was being dragged farther into the deep by a Siren I barely knew and I was "Death challenger incommunicado" back up on land, but screw it, I didn't want to die and I didn't want Daniel to die, either. So the safest place for me, at least for the moment, was down here with Starr, the nutty Siren. Besides, I was fast becoming an ocean junkie. I'd never known how great the sea was before I'd been forced into making nice with it. Now, if I managed to get out of this fiasco with my body intact, I was gonna get friendly with the water and spend a lot more time swimming around in sea serpent mode.

The minute I'd thought the words "sea serpent" my body stretched to attention and I began to change. The process was hyper-sped up this time, and before I knew it, my skin was crackling as it transmogrified from pale peach flesh into sparkling, molten orange scales. The water wrapped around my new body like a baby's blanket, keeping me warm and cozy as I finished the transformation. My cells sang in happiness as the damage that had been inflicted by the Bugbears was repaired by the change.

I'd seen the Bugbears in action down at the North Gate of h.e.l.l, using their violet light to subdue demons and other creatures who tried to escape the bounds of h.e.l.l-and their own fates. I knew how powerful the creatures were, and I knew that allowing the Devil to keep them under his control during the battle between h.e.l.l and Purgatory was a serious mistake. I needed to get to Heaven, talk to G.o.d, and put a stop to the Devil and my sister's machinations, ASAP.