“Human.” Thanatos’s voice was as dark as his expression. “You said you can learn any demon language.”

“Yeah. Why.”

Thanatos held out a slip of parchment. “Can you read them?”

“What’s this about?” Limos asked, as Arik took the page and studied the strange scribblings.

“I have Regan going over everything I’ve found about your agimortus. She said that this piece of Isfet writing felt angry, but I don’t know what it says. I was hoping your boy here could translate.”

Arik shook his head. “Sorry. I can’t read demon languages. Just speak them.”

“Dammit,” Than snarled. He glanced down at the messy towel and churned up sand, and those damned shadows started swirling around his feet.

Not good. With the Horseman’s focus off the agimortus, it was locking in on Arik and Limos. Think fast… “Why don’t you just ask an Isfet? Or do they not exist anymore?”

“They exist,” Limos said, “but no one but the Isfet know their language. That’s why most of what we think we know about my agimortus is legend and not fact.”

Arik slapped the parchment into Limos’s palm. “Then let’s go find an Isfet,fin why most because you’ve got yourself an interpreter.”

Arik’s soul might still be the rope in a tug-o-war, and Limos might still be engaged to Mr. 666, but if they could secure her agimortus, it would be a huge win for the good guys. And as long as Thanatos could keep his Seal from breaking, having Limos’s Seal safe would mean that everyone could shift their focuses from her to stopping Pestilence.

This could be the much-needed break the R-XR and The Aegis had been looking for. Arik grinned.

Pestilence could suck it.

Limos and Arik waited for Ares and Thanatos at the Temple of Limos, which was the only temple constructed for the Horsemen that wasn’t inside Sheoul. Limos’s temple existed inside a bubble of sorts, where the demon and human realms met and where both humans and demons could walk, but neither could pass into the other’s realm. This bubble was deep inside an ancient Incan cave that Limos doubted had seen a human in hundreds of years.

From the looks of the temple, it hadn’t seen demons either.

She looked around at the dust and crumbling stone altars. “This is really insulting.”

Arik kneeled next to a time-bleached skeleton chained to the wall. “Why are all these skeletons here?”

“They were sacrifices to me.”

Her boots clacked on the floor as she moved to one of the altars, where a bunch of colored stones had been laid out in the pattern of a set of scales. Under her armor, her own scales, the tattoo, remained balanced, which was a relief. It tended to tip to evil when she was in one of the bubbles or inside Sheoul.

Grimacing, Arik stood. “Nice.”

She watched him wander around the temple, studying its marble walls, every inch of which was engraved with symbols or writing. When he stopped in front of a carving of her and her brothers standing before kneeling humans and demons, he traced his finger over her image, and she swore she felt his touch on her skin.

“You and your brothers are close, but what’s supposed to happen if all of your Seals break?”

“I think, after the Apocalypse is over and evil has won, we’re supposed to be at war with each other.” The very idea made her sick.

“I can’t imagine going to war with Runa,” he said, dropping his hand from the carving.

She smiled. “We have that in common.”

Their love for their siblings had made them both go to extremes. She kept harmful secrets from her brothers, and Arik had sold his soul for his sister. Limos was still reeling from that revelation, but in a small way, it was actually good news. It meant that Pestilence didn’t own Arik’s soul—yet. As soon as they were done here, she was going to grill Arik for every drop of information she could get about thd geant this demon. They had to find him before Pestilence did.

Arik moved on to a wall that was covered in huge blocks of lettering. “What does all of this say? Looks like a couple different languages.”

She nodded. “Some is in Latin, but most is in Sheoulic.” She ran her finger over a block of black lettering in the gray stone. “This is the legend of our origins.” She pointed to another section. “That’s a wedding program of sorts.”

A curious, dark anger rolled off his body, but she instinctively knew it wasn’t directed at her. “What’s it say?”

“A bunch of crap from my contract, mostly.” Assuming he knew Sheoulic, she read the words aloud. “The daughter of Lilith shall be married by the blood of an angel no more, and the pearls of virtue shall then be broken by her husband.”

His expression turned both thoughtful and angry, and she swore she heard him growl. Inexplicably, she was a little… turned on… by his reaction to the wedding plans. He twined his fingers in hers and tugged her a little closer, and she let out a happy sigh as Ares and Than entered, a tall, green-skinned Isfet walking between them.

Ares remained at the door as Than led the Isfet inside. “I don’t think he knows why he’s here. We couldn’t really communicate.”

“How’d you get him to come with you?” Arik asked.

Than shrugged. “We kidnapped him.”

Kidnapping was so something Reseph would have done, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You will return him without the Neethul learning of this, right?” The Neethul kept the Isfet as slaves, and they were experts in the art of cruel punishment. No doubt the Isfet would be blamed for his own kidnapping.

“Of course,” Ares said.

Than grinned. “And if any Neethul find out, we’ll make sure they can’t repeat it to anyone else.” Now that was one hundred percent Thanatos. He glanced over at Arik. “Ball’s in your court, human.”

Arik, who had changed into black BDUs and was loaded down with weapons Kynan had brought to Limos’s house before they left, turned his attention to the Isfet. “Greetings,” he said, in perfect Sheoulic. “We would like to ask you some questions.”

The Isfet, who Limos assumed was a male, though she wasn’t sure why, blinked his big, round eyes. “This demon you ask?”

Right. She’d forgotten how bad their Sheoulic was.

Arik sank down on one of the benches, and she got the impression he was trying to look non-threatening. Though with his chest harness and gun belt, she didn’t think it worked. It did add an extra layer of sexy to him, though.

“Can you speak to me in your language?”

The Isfet nodded, his long, spindly fingers curling around his walking staff. “Is I know?”

“Criminy.” Arik scrubbed his hand over his face as he looked at Limos. “No wonder you’ve had a hard time talking to them.”

The demon’s skin changed color like a chameleon’s, turning sparkly silver, and he said something in the Isfet language. Arik frowned, but made a gesture for the demon to continue. After a few minutes, Arik blew out a long breath.

“This language is freaky. I’ve never had to listen this long to learn one. Just when I think I might have it… wait.” Arik spoke a few words Limos didn’t understand. The Isfet jerked, his tiny mouth falling open. Arik spoke again, and with an animated flapping of his arms, the Isfet spoke about a million words a minute.

Arik turned to Limos. “Have you been searching chambers of… ice?”

“Yes.” She moved closer to him. “Some of the rumors we followed up on spoke of ice caves, both in Sheoul and in the human realm.”

Arik took her hand again and pulled her down next to him. “What about the boiling glass?”

Limos sighed. “We assume that could be lava, so we’ve looked in volcanic chambers as well.”

“And towers,” Arik mused. “They speak of towers.”

Arik turned back to the Isfet, and they engaged in another conversation. “Okay,” he said. “The location wasn’t lost to legend. It was lost to translation. You know they can barely understand or speak Sheoulic… they only know a few words, enough to sell their product.”

“Why couldn’t they learn Sheoulic?” Than asked.

Arik shifted to address them all. “It’s like communicating with dogs. They can read our body language, and they can understand a few words, can read the tones of our voices. But they can’t understand conversations, and that can’t be taught. It’s a species thing.”

“So you’re saying that the Isfet are like dogs?”

“Yes. They’re like no other demon. Hell, they might not even be demons.”

Limos glanced over at the Isfet. “What else would they be?”

“No idea.” Arik shrugged, making his shirt stretch tight over his broad shoulders. Yum. “Aliens, maybe?”

“Aliens.” Thanatos’s voice was flat, disbelieving.

“Your skepticism is funny, coming from one of the Four f**king Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

She supposed Arik had a point, but still, in all her time, she’d not come across a single alien. She didn’t think so, anyway. “Okay, so whatever they are, you understand them, now, right?”

“Sort of. He said the cup is in a chamber of… I can’t figure out the right word.”

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“A crystal,” Arik breathed. “That’s it. It makes sense. It’s in a chamber of crystals.”

“Not ice?”

“No. That’s how it was translated into Sheoulic, so that’s how you understood it. And it was flooded with hot water.”

“Boiling glass,” she murmured. “What about the towers?”

He spoke with the Isfet, and then turned to Limos. “Not towers. Columns. Huge columns of crystal inside a big cave. And he said that since I know their language, I’ll know the signs inside. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know where the cave is.”