I took a decided step toward the Prince of Hell to let my father know I had this. I couldn’t risk him attacking the most powerful Demon Lord in the Underworld, unless absolutely necessary.
As I moved forward, I said, “I’m no criminal, and I’ve told you already I want nothing to do with your race. That still stands, but things on this plane have changed considerably. From now on, any imp or demon that crosses my path, or any of my Pack members, will be killed on sight.” I snarled as I moved closer. “Do you hear me? By coming here, you’ve started a war with all of us—the wolves, the vampires, and the witches. We will not be cowed by you. You cannot defeat us all.” To help accentuate my point, my father and all his wolves, including my brother and Danny, fanned behind me. My father gnashed his teeth, snapping his muzzle down hard to show his intent. It was a show of strength and I hope it made the Prince of Hell think twice.
Instead it snickered.
“You only prove my point by challenging me,” it declared. “You are a nuisance and must be stopped at all costs.”
“I’m hardly a nuisance,” I retorted. “You came here seeking a fight, not the other way around. I wasn’t lying when I told you I wanted nothing to do with you or yours. If you had stayed away, our paths would never have crossed again. The Underworld is no place I wish to visit.”
“I could hardly stay away when our sidekicks, as you referred to them when we first met, alerted us to your recent misdeeds. We reacted in kind.” He was talking about imps, who were technically only half demons.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What misdeeds?”
“Your alliance with the witches, our natural enemies, of course.”
“Are you kidding? The only reason the witches are involved at all is because the sorcerers, your new buddies, took a witch hostage,” I stated. “As far as I can see, they lured you into an agreement under false pretenses. They had already started a war with the wolves and the witches.”
“It does not matter.” Its voice shook with anger. “Whatever their actions, it is abundantly clear you have allied yourself with the witches. And in the light of your court date, and your crimes against the Underworld, it’s in strict violation of our laws. It is unacceptable. You will accompany me now, or I will kill everyone where they stand.”
The demons had accused me of killing two imps, their precious pets, the winged devils, and harming Selene by killing her immortality, since she had sold her soul to them already. None of it would hold up in a regular supernatural court, but in the Underworld I wouldn’t stand a chance. I had no idea what my penance would be, but the Prince of Hell had already indicated it would be a long and lengthy servitude in the Underworld.
From what I gathered, demons enjoyed playing with their prey instead of killing them outright.
“You can’t take her anywhere without her consent, demon.” Rourke moved next to me. His clothes were ripped, his face muddied, but he was still formidable. His power was coiled, ready to spring. “You came here hoping she’d die in battle so you wouldn’t have to dirty your hands, but you hadn’t expected more alliances. You made a mistake by tying the sorcerers’ hands. If they hadn’t had to use all their combined power to maintain these circles for you, you may have had a chance. That was poor tactical planning on your part. You were too eager to get your prize and it shows.”
“She will come with me one way or another, beast cat,” it said, its eyes flickering. “Her guilt is absolute in our world. Her crimes are indisputable. She seeks council from witches. I will not let my race be torn apart by a female werewolf.”
Before Rourke could engage it further, I stepped forward, putting myself in front.
“If you could kill me outright, you would’ve done so already,” I said. “And if you could’ve taken me by force, I’d be in the Underworld already. But instead you stand here bantering with us. Why?”
“It shakes with anger,” Ben whispered in my ear. “You are right—there is a complication.”
“I think the court date is bogus,” I challenged, bolstered by my ghostly informant. When it didn’t answer, I continued. “And you can’t kill any of us because we’ve committed no real crimes against you.”
“You indeed have a court date with the High Court of Mephistopheles. It is written in our Book.”
“What’s the date?” I tilted my head, measuring it.
Its irises flashed serpentine, and a lock of its perfectly shellacked hair fell by its ear.
“Its anger boils,” Ben said. “You puzzle it.”
“When the date arrives, it won’t force me to the Underworld, will it?” I said. “I’m too strong, or the infractions are too petty. So now you’re stuck trying to take me hostage or hope that your new teammates take me out for you.”
“It can’t take you hostage,” Rourke murmured. “You have to verbally agree to its terms.”