Desire Unchained

The Nightlash stuffed his gruesome trophy back into the bag, and Shade nearly collapsed with grief.

“She screamed your name, you know,” the fake-Wraith said. “Cursed it, really.” Smiling, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, as though taking in the sound of her screams, the smell of her agony.

This was a creature who fed off misery, and Shade didn’t play that game. He’d had a lot of experience with demons like him, and as much as Shade wanted to tear the bastard apart, he knew he had to play smart right now.

And after he got what he wanted, he would make sure that this sonofabitch paid a million times over for what he’d done to Skulk.





Runa felt the icy-burn of hatred seeping from Shade’s pores as he held himself motionless, his weight balanced on his injured foot as though her bite amounted to nothing more than a scratch.

“Get on with whatever you came to do.” His voice, strong and deep, cracked like a whip.

The other male hissed and lunged, halting just out of Shade’s reach. “I’ve always hated you. Nearly as much as your pathetic little brother.”

Shade bared his teeth. “That might mean something to me if I knew who you are.”

For a moment, their captor stood there, a vein in his temple pulsing. He’d said he was Shade’s brother, but Shade didn’t seem to be buying it. Still, it was weird how much he resembled Shade, except for the blue eyes and blond hair. When he tore off his robe, revealing a sculpted, athletic body, she noticed other differences, mainly that Shade was broader in the shoulders, but slightly shorter—which, at around six-three, wasn’t short. The markings on his right arm were the same, but where Shade sported an unseeing eye on his neck, this other demon had an hourglass.

Suddenly, the muscle-bound demon shimmered and morphed into some sort of humanoid creature, withered and hunched over, its cracked skin wrinkled in some places and stretched tight and shiny in others. Whatever it was, it looked as if it had been dunked in a deep fryer and cooked extra-crispy.

“I can’t hold on to an adopted form for long,” he said. “A couple of hours, at most. I have all the limitations of a Seminus after s’genesis.” His gaze caught Shade’s and held it, the newly brown eyes glinting with more than a touch of insanity.

The blood drained from Shade’s face so fast she thought he might drop.

“Yes,” the thing rasped. “You know who I am now, don’t you?”

“No.” Shade stumbled sideways, catching the wall with his shoulder. He’d gone deathly pale, his skin glyphs pulsing starkly against the ashen tone of his skin. “You can’t be …”

Scarred lips twisted into a grotesque smile. “Look at me. We heal quickly and well, but look what fire does to us.”

“Fire,” Shade whispered. “Fire destroyed the Brimstone.” He shook his head, his dark hair whipping into his eyes. “But you were killed. The place was burned to the ground. I felt you die.”

“I died for a time,” the burned thing said, “so the bond we brothers shared was broken that day, but you know it’s me.”

“Shade?” Runa’s voice broke into the tense air hanging in the cell. “What’s going on? Who is he?”

“He’s my dead brother,” Shade bit out. “It’s Roag.”





Four





Roag was alive.

Shade tried to process the information, but he didn’t get very far. Nothing was making sense. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

Roag waved his shriveled arm. “This? The demon parts harvesting? You’ll find out soon enough.”

“How long?” Gods, Shade had visions of Roag running an operation for decades, right under their noses.

“Couple of years. I’m the new kid on the block, but my operation has all but put the others out of business.”

“But why did you let us think you were dead?”

“Why?” With a roar, Roag swung the club. Shade ducked, but his chain restricted his movement, and he caught a glancing blow on the cheek. “You have the gall to ask me that? You tried to kill me.”

Blood dripped down Shade’s face in a stinging rivulet. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Brimstone, you dumb shit. You, Wraith, and Eidolon arranged for me to die. The only thing I don’t know is who made the final decision that I was too insane to live.”

Actually, Shade had decided that decades ago. It had been 1952, and all four of them had just spent thirty-six hours sharing a Bedim demon harem. Sated, exhausted, and still feeling a sexual high, they’d discussed what life would be like after s’genesis. Unlike E and Shade, Wraith and Roag had been looking forward to it. But Roag not only looked forward to it, he truly hadn’t cared how he’d come out of it. Sane or not, it made no difference to him.

Eidolon had been surprised by Roag’s attitude, but not Shade. He’d always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

“It wasn’t us. For some reason, no matter how batshit crazy you went, E looked the other way.”

“I’m not insane,” Roag snarled.