Acheron (Dark-Hunter #15)(74)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

"I know. I can sense your moods."

Ash narrowed his gaze threateningly.

"It was a gift," Styxx said sarcastically, "from Artemis when she threw me into Tartarus and gave me your memories. I’m only here to ask you one favor."

Ash felt his skin flash to blue as anger pierced him fervently. "You would dare ask a favor of me?"

Styxx stepped back and nodded before he went down on one knee. "I ask as your brother and as a supplicant to a god."

Ash would have laughed had he not been so angry. What game was Styxx playing with him now? "As a supplicant, what sacrifice do you offer for this favor?"

"My heart."

Ash scowled. "I don’t understand."

Styxx looked up with a sincere gaze that scalded him. "I offered you my loyalty and it wasn’t enough. So in this, I offer my heart to you. If I lie or betray you, you can rip it out over and over again. Chain me next to Prometheus on his rock."

If he ever betrayed him again, he would. "And what favor do you ask?"

Styxx’s eyes were haunted before he whispered. "Let me go. I can’t live here anymore, isolated from people. Alone. Banished. I just want the chance to live a life that neither of us ever had a chance to live."

Any other time, Ash would have laughed in his face. But today he was weak with understanding and sympathy for the very thing he wanted himself. What had been done to them hadn’t been fair. Styxx’s life shouldn’t have been tied to his and because of Acheron, Styxx had lost his family, his life and his home.

Maybe a fresh start would do them both good. "Fine, brother. You’ll have everything you need to start over."

Throwing his hand out, he flashed Styxx to New York where the prince would blend in best with the population. It was also an area where he would hopefully never lay eyes on his brother again.

Besides, Styxx was right. He could kill him at any time. Let the man have a life if he could find it. Honestly, he wished him luck.

Most of all he wished Styxx a peace that seemed to forever elude them both.

"Simi?" He’d been holding her on his body, against her will.

She pulled off his arm and manifested beside him. Yawning, she glared at him in aggravation. "Akri done left his Simi on his arm for far too long. She done got tired and cranky. Why you treat the Simi like that, akri?"

He cupped her cheek in his hand before he kissed her forehead. "I’m sorry, baby. It’s why I brought you here. You should stay for a bit with your sister and Alexion."

She frowned up at him. "But what about you, akri? You’ve been so sad, but you wouldn’t let the Simi come off you . . ."

"I know. I have things I have to deal with and I don’t want you hurt. You stay here, Simykee."

She beamed at the endearment he hadn’t used since she was a baby demon. "Only if akri promises he will call for his Simi if he needs her."

"I promise."

She held her finger up to him. "Good, cause the Simi knows akri can’t break his word."

He smiled and pulled out his black American Express card for her. "Go shop."

She squeed before she ran to the TV and turned it on.

Wanting to be alone, Ash walked through the palace even though he could teleport. There were some times when walking and just being normal meant more to him than all of his god powers combined.

Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. There were some things that didn’t need to be done. It was why none of the beings he’d consulted with would tell him shit about his future. Why he didn’t heal Tory. There were some lessons, even hard ones, that everyone had to learn. Even the gods.

But right now, he didn’t want to learn anything else. He wanted solace and comfort and there was no one for him to turn to to get it. So he entered his bedroom and picked up his guitar from its floor stand. He had a couple of dozen guitars spread throughout the palace here and the various apartments that he kept all over the world, but this one . . .

This was his baby. A Fender James Burton Telecaster with a maple neck and black body covered with red paisley flames, it had the fullest sound he’d ever heard. Sure he had more expensive guitars, but to him nothing played sweeter or smoother than this one.

Simi had even carved a message for him into the back of it. Allagapi akri, Simi. Charonte for "Simi loves her akri."

Ash smiled every time he saw that and his heart swelled with love for her. She could make him smile no matter how upset or sad he was, but she couldn’t comfort him today.

He sat down on the bed and just started strumming. Before he knew it, he was playing Pink Floyd’s "Wish You Were Here." It was a song that had haunted him since the first time he’d heard it. It was like the writer had known exactly what was in his heart. It was all about the decisions that changed a life and how perceptions could change any and all situations and feelings.

The problem was right now his feelings were so twisted and conflicting that he didn’t even know how to begin to sort through them. Torn between what he should do and what he wanted to do.

Torn between three women who were at odds with each other and with him. His mother who wanted to destroy the world, Artemis who wanted to kill Tory, and Tory who wanted to expose him to save her father’s reputation.

Unable to stand it, he got up and tossed the guitar on his bed.

"I am a god."

But what good did it really do him? He was still ensnared by Artemis, controlled by her. He was no less afraid now than he’d been as a human. In fact he was more so because now his powers were absolute. With one whispered word, he could end the world. His decisions didn’t affect just his life, they could affect everyone’s.

Look what he’d done to Nick. Had Ash still been human, he’d have only beat Nick up for sleeping with Simi. As a god, he’d not only caused Nick to kill himself, but in order to bring that commanded fate into being, Nick’s mother had been murdered as well as the sister of his friends Tabitha and Amanda.

He hated these powers. Most of all, he hated the responsibility. "I just want to be alone . . ."

A knock on his door intruded on his thoughts.

Ash let out a tired breath as he dreaded what was happening now. "Yeah?"

The door opened to show Urian standing there, looking at him with a guarded expression. "You’re really not right, are you?"

Ash narrowed his gaze. "I hope you mean that the way I’m going to take it. Otherwise, in the mood I’m in, you might get your ass kicked."

Urian laughed. "Yeah I do." He entered the room and shut the door. "Look, I heard you when you came in. Not what you said, but what was underneath it. I know it’s in my best interest to stay out of it. However, you saved my life once, even though I didn’t want you to at the time, and I feel like maybe I should return the favor."

Ash frowned at him as those words pricked at the times in his life when he’d been brought back from death against his will. "I shouldn’t have interfered with that, Urian, and I’m sorry for the pain you live with because of it."

Urian’s eyes were full of bittersweet torment. "You know, it’s all right. If I’d died, Phoebe would have followed me to the grave anyway." Phoebe had been Urian’s wife. They’d met when Stryker had sent Urian after her to kill her. Instead he’d fallen in love with her and turned her into a Daimon like him so that they could be together. That forbidden love had cost him his life and Stryker had killed Phoebe in a fit of anger.

Urian cleared his throat. "Unlike me, she wasn’t capable of taking a human life, even if the human deserved to die. The only way she could have continued living would have been to feed from another Daimon and that she wouldn’t have done either. So you didn’t really change her fate by saving me. My father was going to kill her regardless."

But if Urian had stayed dead, he wouldn’t have witnessed Phoebe’s death and he wouldn’t live with the constant pain of it.

"Besides, if I’d died, my niece and nephews wouldn’t have someone to threaten their dad when he’s overprotective of them." Urian smiled sadly. "I’m the only uncle they have. Kids need an uncle, you know?"

Not from Ash’s point of view, but that was a different wound. "So why the sudden girlspeak, Urian? Neither one of us is really into discussing our feelings . . . and no offense, I like the fact we don’t."

Urian’s gaze burned him with its passion. "I do too most times and I’m truly grateful you don’t pry, but as a man who defied everything he once valued in this world and one who sacrificed the love of a father he worshiped . . . even though it ended badly, the days I had with Phoebe were worth every wound I’ve suffered."

He moved closer to Ash. "I know what it’s like to be torn between a love so pure it burns you deep down in a place you didn’t know someone could touch you and between your oath and duties. Between the love of a father you’ve always known and one you know you can depend on forever versus a love that’s new and untested. But you know what I learned? It’s a lot easier to live without my father’s love than it is to live without Phoebe’s. I just thought you ought to know that."

Ash didn’t speak as Urian left him alone. But he did feel the fissure of power in the air behind him. It was a sensation he knew well.

Jaden.

"That just makes you want to vomit doesn’t it?"

Ash arched a brow at the caustic words.

Jaden folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall so that his long brown coat fell open. "Lovey-dovey bullshit. Now let me tell you about what happens when you betray everything you hold dear and the bitch doesn’t return the favor. Oh wait, you know that lesson already. The problem is you take the leap and you don’t know until it’s too late to pull back if you’re going to land on a foam-covered mattress or jagged rocks where you lie impaled, slowly bleeding and wishing you’d just die already."

Ash scoffed at the vivid imagery. "You are such a bitter shit."

Jaden shrugged. "My bitterness comes with good company which is normally you."

It was true. They both knew betrayal and they both knew ultimate suffering and the scars it left on the soul and heart. "Why are you here?"

Jaden rolled his eyes. "Your demon is calling me to barter with for a new bag. Thought her daddy might want to take her shopping before she makes me an offer I can’t refuse and I make you one really unhappy god-not that I’d care, but since we’ve been known to help each other out from time to time . . ."

"I appreciate the warning."

"Yeah well, it’s what happens when we spoil the things we love. They don’t always understand the boundaries and their ridiculous wants can get us killed if we’re not careful."

Ash inclined his head in understanding. Though to be honest, he didn’t know what had caused Jaden to become the demon broker. If there was ever a being who was less communicative about his past than Ash, it was Jaden. And in all these centuries, Ash had never met a creature yet who knew exactly how Jaden had come to be what he was.

Jaden offered him a sinister smirk. "Bed the woman until neither of you can walk, and get her out of your system. Remember, no matter what they are or where they come from, all women have one simple birth defect. BPD."

"BPD?"

"Bitch Personality Disorder."

Ash laughed bitterly. "Are you sure they didn’t misspell your name on your birth certificate? I’ll bet if you check, your real name is Jaded."

Instead of answering, Jaden grimaced as he rubbed at his neck as if it were burning. "You know what? I’ll trade you my demons for your Dark-Hunters any day. You haven’t seen crybabies until you deal with a freakin’ demon who is pissed he sold his soul or something else and things didn’t turn out just the way he or she envisioned it." He curled his lips. "Demons without backbones should be shot. I’ll catch you on-line Saturday." Jaden vanished.

Ash shook his head. He didn’t envy the man his role as go between. As bad as the gods were, he’d hate to have to deal with the primary source and while immortals were annoying, they didn’t carry the kind of power a demon did and as a rule, they weren’t quite so . . . impulsive.

Not that any of this mattered to him at present. The only thing really on his mind was Tory and the bastards out to kill her.

They were still out there. Damn it, he’d gotten so tangled in other matters that he forgot about the fact that the Atlantikoinonia was still gunning for her. He had to get back to the hospital and protect her.

He started to flash out, then remembered he needed to speak with Simi first. She lay on the floor alone, cell phone in hand, ready to shop. "Sim?"

She didn’t look at him. "Not now, akri. Kirk’s Folly is about to come on."

He turned the TV off with his powers, making her shriek in protest. "Don’t bother Jaden again."

She looked up at him and pouted. "But Xirena say he can get the Simi anything she wants. All the Simi has to do is tell him what she will exchange for it so it won’t cost akri money so I offered him my boots, but he say no, Simi. I don’t like no, Simi."

Ash rubbed his head. "Don’t listen to Xirena, Sim. Listen to your akri. Just put it on my card like always and don’t barter with Jaden for anything. Ever."

She gave him a childlike smile. "Fine. Can we have TV now?"