The Pentagram Child(168)

“Call Dickhead.” I commanded to my phone knowing it would be picked up after the first ring.

“You found the door?” I rolled my eyes at his absurd question and didn’t dignify it with the wasted breath on an answer.

“To gain entrance it is ‘Persian heat’ in Latin. There is a door at the end of the passageway and level to the top iron hinge is a protruding stone, press it and a direct tunnel will lead you down to the Temple.”

“I think we still have the small matter of banishment to contend with old friend.” I reminded him with satisfaction.

“The tunnel’s end brings you out…” He hesitated and then cursed before continuing,

“By the Gods I can’t believe I am trusting you with this…” He said now cursing himself with the decision he knew he had no choice in making.

“Tick, tick Dom, time is getting on for our little bird and I doubt your Viking will be able to handle this Viper alone.” I reminded him in a cool voice I was only maintaining through one clenched fist. Really I wanted to roar out at him in my own rage and frustration at knowing someone had her in their grasp.

“Fuck! Okay it brings you out into the main treasury and there you will find an old friend. I think you will remember what you did last time, so do the same here and it will open a direct route to the Temple. If they are in there, then you might be able to get her out and away from danger before dealing with him.” The tone of his voice told me all I needed to know about Dom trying not only to keep control of his Demon side but also the panicking side of his Angel.

I never understood just how conflicting it was living with the two forces converged inside you. It was like trying to keep two tyrant dictators from going to war with their armies ready at the border.

“I would have thought you would have been here by now.” I knew a low growl would be the first thing I would hear before he answered me and I didn’t bother to supress the grin that would arise at every opportunity taken to rile my old friend and enemy.

“NOW LISTEN TO…” Dom’s voice was cut off as his calmer brother must have intervened given the King’s mounting rage.

“We encountered a new development and therefore had to make a stop at Dublin to visit…”

“Belphegor.” I said interrupting the most powerful Angel I knew.

“Yes.” Vincent said and even he couldn’t keep the same disgust from his voice as I had let coat the name.

“And what did that vile cretin have to offer?” I asked frowning up at the building and letting my irritation grow that I wasn’t yet inside breaking one Nephilim’s fucking neck.

“He told us of Eveleen’s sons.”

“And let me guess, Alex Cain by any chance.” I said voicing what now seemed like a blindingly obvious discovery, one that angered me to my core at not unearthing it sooner. The compulsion at the time when seeing him next to my Keira girl was to follow through with one swift and brutal act that would have solved all our current problems. But foolishly Dom thought it best to investigate the asshole first. Well I bet my ordered Veneno that he was beating himself up for that idiotic decision.

If it had been me there would have been no hesitation in reminding him of some of the more effective ways of torture. Ah but those were the old days. Like the Brazen Bull for example. The size of real bull made of bronze and hollow ready for the victim to be placed inside and once there they were then cooked slowly from the fire blazing beneath them. Oh yes, then even a Nephilim would beg and sing out his secrets in cries of pain.

I was so deep into my bloody torturing days that I hadn’t realised Vincent was still on the phone until he started speaking again,

“As we know Belphegor was the one recruited to find the Eve descendants and inform…”

“Yes I know.” I said interrupting him impatiently as I could easily piece together the rest of the family affair without wasting time.

“So you know what this means?”

“Yes, I know what this fucking means.” I said letting my irritation known.

“We will be landing in about an hour’s time…” I heard Dom retake the phone and the last thing he told me was the one thing I had vowed to do till my death,

“Protect her at all costs.”

“Always.” Was my curt reply before I hung up the phone. I then placed it back in my pocket and cracked my fists as a way to relieve the mounting tension before turning back to face the door.

“Persae Calorem” I repeated the Latin for Persian Heat and didn’t have to wait long before the door opened. I folded back my wings drawing them into my body before walking down the narrow passageway. Trust Dom to have a place like this, for I knew it wasn’t just for reasons of another entrance into his home. No, this was purely for spying. I grinned in satisfaction knowing that his paranoia no doubt increased after our little encounter…oh who was I bullshitting, I could have torn the asshole apart that day!