I put the useless note away, commandeered a pot of ink, pen, and some parchment, retrieved the grimoire on beginning magic, and headed back to my chamber, more frustrated and lost than I’d felt before. Tomorrow, I had to hope, would bring some clarity, even if it came in the form of watching how the demons interacted and learning how they moved through court.
Given my working-class standing, I had not associated with wealthy circles back home, so tomorrow would be a test of how well I could blend in. My path to vengeance would be a slow burn, not a raging inferno. By the time I invaded House Pride, I would be well versed in proper deception.
When the demon responsible for Vittoria’s death finally felt the flames of my fury, I’d hopefully have burned his House of Sin to ash.
EIGHT
Drying blood or an aged merlot, reduced in a saucepan and drizzled over a cut of peppercorn-encrusted meat. I twisted from side to side in the gilded floor-length mirror. I couldn’t decide which description better captured the unique color of the gown I now wore. Nonna would call it a blood-drenched omen and offer up prayers to the goddesses.
I quite liked it.
I’d obviously never attended a royal demon dinner party before, and the note that arrived early this morning in Wrath’s elegant slashes indicated I should wear something fierce and formal. This gown was both. A stiff corset bodice plunged into a deep V between my breasts, showing off my bronzed skin. Fine black snakeskin was embroidered onto the daring top, while the skirts remained that solid shade of dark wine. Demon finery in all its gothic glory.
Since this gown was also strapless, my shimmering tattoo was on full display. I decided to forgo gloves to show it off. I wore no jewels except for the ring Wrath had gifted me. It would make an interesting topic of discussion, no doubt.
And would hopefully serve its purpose well.
I missed the silver cornicello I’d worn my whole life, but had to accept my amulet was gone for good. I moved into the bathing chamber and toyed with my unbound hair. Yesterday Fauna’s style had been loose and wild and lovely, so I fashioned mine in a similar manner to avoid any missteps in attire. Long dark waves cascaded down my back, and the shorter pieces framing my face fell forward as I pretended to converse with diners on either side of me.
Which wouldn’t do. I didn’t want to hide behind anything this evening. The lords and ladies of Hell would gaze upon me without any barriers.
No matter how afraid or nervous I was, I refused to look it.
In a vanity drawer, I discovered little bird skull clips and pulled the top portion of my hair back. I placed the bones prettily about my crown like a diadem of death and added flowers between the macabre. There. Now I looked like a princess of Hell, if not its future queen.
Although, with the bones in my hair and the familiar glint of barely leashed anger shining in my eyes, I supposed I could also pass for the goddess of death and fury.
I walked back into my bedchamber and halted halfway through it. Placed on the glass table—next to the bottle of wine left over from Anir’s visit the night before—was another skull.
“Blood and bones.” Almost literally.
I drew in a deep breath and moved close enough for it to deliver its message. Almost immediately, it spoke in that same, Vittoria-like voice that made goose bumps rise across my body. “Seven stars, seven sins. As above, so below.”
“Goddess above. What does that even mean?”
I didn’t expect a response and wasn’t too disappointed when none came. I heaved a sigh. I hated riddles. Confusing, worthless things. I pulled out the inkpot, pen, and parchment I’d taken from Wrath’s library and scribbled notes.
If one of Wrath’s brothers was taking the time to send messages via possessed skulls, it definitely meant something. Unless one of the seven princes was simply toying with me out of boredom. Which I doubted but wouldn’t rule out. Perhaps they were petty enough to do it.
Enchanted skulls
Skull one: Angelus mortis lives. Fury. Almost free. Maiden, Mother, Crone. Past, present, future, find.
Skull two: Seven stars, seven sins. As above, so below.
The seven sins were the easiest to decipher; clearly it meant the princes of Hell. As above, so below was part of the prophecy—which was less clear. No one seemed entirely sure what it meant. Nonna said it related to Vittoria and me, that we were supposed to bring peace to both realms through great sacrifice. But even she didn’t have all of the answers. At least that was what she claimed. Who knew the truth anymore? The rest… the rest would take some research.
I started a new line in my notes, determined to have each theory clearly defined so I could cross it off or add to it over time. Having something written always helped me to truly see.
Plus, it was what detectives in novels did, and they always solved their mystery by the end of the book. I was no expert, but I’d try my best. I jotted down as much information as I could recall about the prophecy next.
Prophecy
As above, so below
? When twin witches are born, they must wear the Horn of Hades. (Vittoria and I.)
? Twins signal the end of the devil’s curse.
? Some witches think it means the use of both light magic and dark magic.
? Others think a prince of Hell will fall in love with a witch.
? One twin will rule in Hell, the other Heaven. (Both forced to sacrifice.)
My breath caught as I reread the second point. Twins signal the end of the devil’s curse.
“Holy goddess above. It can’t be…”
How did we all miss that earlier? My mind raced with thoughts of Claudia’s scrying session once again. About how “he” roamed free and the impossibility of it. She didn’t mean the angel of death. She’d been warning us about the devil. If my twin and I ended his curse, it was likely our birth that broke the magic binding him, not an action we’d taken.
Which meant he hadn’t been chained in Hell like we’d believed.