The Darkest Pleasure

'I do not need another reminder about how fleeting my peace is,' he muttered to drown the depressing thought. He knew how quickly time passed. A year sometimes felt like nothing more than a day. A day sometimes felt like nothing more than a minute.

And yet, both were sometimes infinite to him. Just one of the many contradictions of life as a Lord of the Underworld.

Jump, Pain said. Then, more insistently, Jump! Jump!

'I told you. Just a few seconds more.' Once again Reyes glanced at the ground. Jagged rocks winked in that bleeding moonlight, the clear puddles surrounding them rippling in the wind. Mist rose like ghostly fingers, summoning him closer, wonderfully closer. 'Plunging a blade into your enemy's throat kills him, yes,' he told the demon, 'but then it's over, done, and you have nothing left to anticipate.'

Jump! A snarled command, impatient and needy, a child throwing a tantrum.

'Soon.'

Jumpjumpjump!

Yes, sometimes demons really were like whiny human children. Reyes shoved a hand through his tangled hair, a few strands ripping from his scalp. He knew of only one way to shut his other half up. Obedience. Why he'd even tried to resist and savor the moment, he didn't know.

Jump!

'Maybe this time you'll be sent back to hell,' he muttered. A man could wish, anyway. Finally, he splayed his arms. Closed his eyes. Leaned…'Come down from there,' he heard a voice say from behind him.

Reyes's eyelids popped open at the unwelcome intrusion, and he stiffened. He rebalanced but didn't turn. He knew why Lucien was here, and he was too ashamed to face his friend. While the warrior understood what he dealt with because of his demon, there would be no understanding what he'd done.

'That's the plan, coming down. Leave and I'll see that it gets done.'

'You know what I meant.' There was no hint of laughter in Lucien's voice. 'I need to talk to you.'

The dewy scent of roses suddenly saturated the air, thick and lush and so unexpected in the late-winter night that Reyes would have sworn he'd been transported to a spring meadow. A human would have found the aroma hypnotic, lulling, almost drugging, and would have done anything the warrior asked. Reyes merely found it annoying. After thousands of years together, Lucien should have known the fragrance held no power over him.

'We'll talk tomorrow,' he said tightly.

Jump!

'We'll talk now. Afterward, you may do whatever you please.'

After Reyes admitted his newest crime? No, thanks. Guilt, shame and grief might bring emotional pain, but none would soothe his demon in any way. Only physical suffering offered relief, which was why Reyes had always guarded his emotional well-being so diligently.

Yes, and you've done such a great job at it.

He ran his tongue over his teeth, unsure who had whispered that sarcastic little gem. Himself or Pain. 'I'm in a bad place right now, Lucien.'

'As are the others. As am I.'

'You, at least, have a woman to comfort you.'

'You have friends. You have me.' Lucien, keeper of the demon of Death, was tasked with escorting human souls to the hereafter, whether the hereafter was heaven or the deepest fires of hell. He was stoic, ever calm— most of the time. He'd become their leader, the man every warrior residing in this Budapest fortress turned to for guidance and aid. 'Talk to me.'

Reyes didn't like to deny his friend, but he told himself it was better that Lucien did not learn the terrible thing he'd done.

Even as Reyes thought it, he recognized the lie for what it was: a shameful lack of courage on his part. 'Lucien,' he began, only to stop. Growl.

'The tracking dye has worn off and no one knows where Aeron is,' Lucien said. 'No one knows what he's doing, if he's the one who slaughtered those humans in the States. Maddox said he called you right after Aeron escaped the dungeon. Then Sabin told me you left Rome and the Temple of the Unspoken Ones in a hurry. Want to tell me where you went?'

'No.' Truth. He didn't. 'But you may rest assured Aeron is no longer able to slaughter humans.'

There was a pause, the rose scent intensifying.

'How do you know for sure?' The question possessed a bite.

Reyes shrugged.

'Why don't I tell you what I think happened?' Where Lucien's tone had been sharp before, it was now threaded with expectation. And fear? 'You went after Aeron, hoping to protect the girl.'

The girl. Aeron had kidnapped the girl. Aeron had been ordered by the new gods, the Titans, to murder the girl. Reyes had taken one look at the girl and allowed her to invade his most private thoughts, color his every action and reduce him to a lovesick fool.

With only a glance she had changed his life, and not for the better. And yet, the fact that Lucien refused to say her name pissed Reyes off royally. Reyes desired that girl more than he desired a hammer to the skull. For Pain, that was saying something.

'Well?' Lucien prompted.

'You're right,' Reyes said through tight lips. Why not admit it? he suddenly thought. His emotions were in turmoil and remaining quiet had only roused them further. More than that, his friends could not hate him any more than he hated himself. 'I went after Aeron.'

The admission hung in the air, as heavy as shackles, and he paused.

'You found him.'

'I found him.' Reyes squared his shoulders. 'I also…destroyed him.'

Rocks crumbled under Lucien's boots as he stalked forward. 'You killed him?'

'Worse.' Still, Reyes did not turn. He peered down longingly at the still-waiting ground. 'I buried him.'

The pounding of footsteps ceased abruptly. 'You buried him but did not kill him?' Confusion drifted from Lucien's voice. 'I do not understand.'

'He was about to kill Danika. I could see the torment in his eyes and knew he did not want to do it. I cut him down to slow him and he thanked me, Lucien. Thanked me. He begged me to stop him permanently. He begged me to take his head. But I couldn't do it. I raised my sword, but I just couldn't do it. So I had Kane collect Maddox's chains and bring them to me. Since Maddox no longer needs them, I used them to lock Aeron underground.'

Reyes had once been forced to shackle Maddox to a bed every night, cursed to stab his friend in the stomach six hated times, knowing the warrior would awaken in the morning and Reyes would have to kill him all over again. Some friend I am.

After hundreds of years, Maddox had come to accept the curse. Restraining him, however, had been a necessity. As the keeper of Violence, Maddox tended to attack without warning. Even his friends. And as strong as the warrior was, he would have rent man-made metal in seconds. So they'd commandeered links forged by the gods, links no one, not even an immortal, could open without the proper key.

Like Maddox, Aeron had been—was—helpless against them. In the beginning, Reyes had resisted using them on his friend, not wanting to take even more of the warrior's freedom. Sadly, as with Maddox, employing them had become a necessity.

'Where is Aeron, Reyes?' Underneath the question was a command laced with the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. A man who ensured there were severe consequences for any type of delay.

Reyes wasn't frightened. He simply hated to disappoint this warrior he loved like a brother. 'That, I will not tell you. Aeron doesn't wish to be freed.' And even if he did, I do not think I would free him.

There lay the crux of Reyes's guilt.

Another pause slithered between them, this one strained and expectant. 'I can find him on my own. You