A Death of Music by A.A. Chamberlynn

Author:A.A. Chamberlynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.A. Chamberlynn
Published: 2020-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Felicity

Silence fell. “You don’t know where all of the seals are?” Felicity finally asked. Her voice echoed around the room.

“Correct,” Sassafras said. “But, if it makes you feel any better, even if you do stop the seventh seal from being broken and end the Apocalypse, Heaven is still going to hunt you down. They’re not the most forgiving, ironically enough.”

“That doesn’t make us feel any better at all!” Dynah snapped.

“Just the truth.” Sassafras shrugged. “Would you rather I lie? Demons are quite good at that.”

“Heaven can come for us if they wish,” Willow said, standing and beginning to pace behind the row of chairs. “They’re mistaken if they think we’re going to go quietly.”

Penelope raised her hands in a gesture of placation. “Just tell us where the two seals are. We’ll figure out the last one later.”

“Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?” Sassafras asked, raising her brows. “You could just do what they made you to do, and then you might survive this whole ordeal.”

Felicity could sense the thoughts of the others, could feel the emotions washing through them all. It was such a strong and natural connection, like her own breath and blood and heartbeat, that she couldn’t imagine it ever being undone. Unmade.

“There is no going back for us,” she said, speaking for them all. “We’ve lived our lives thus far trapped by others. We won’t be trapped now by Heaven, or anyone else. We do this on our terms, or we go down fighting.”

Next to her, Dynah reached out and wound her fingers through Felicity’s. Flashes of the night before rose in Felicity’s mind: expanses of Dynah’s moon pale skin, her hair like a river of flame, her confident posture as she lay in the furs.

“Martyrs, then. Well, don’t say I didn’t offer you a chance.” Sassafras sighed. “I’m not telling you all of this out of the goodness of my demon heart, by the way. Those of us who live here on Earth rather like the souls staying right where they are. Easily accessible.”

She smiled like a shark and Felicity shivered.

“So, if you can stop the Apocalypse, that benefits us. Otherwise, we have no interest in getting into a battle with the angels or the rest of them.”

“You keep referring to these others. Who exactly are you talking about?” Penelope asked.

“Just as your Navajo kin do not worship the angels of Christianity, neither do many people around the world. There are thousands of other religions and belief systems. And they fight for souls, too. Some are fading, as humanity advances and evolves. The further people get from the dark caves at the dawn of time, the further they move from the magical and mystical. From believing.

“An agreement was struck eons ago. The Riders would be created in Heaven, as part of the Christian myth, but the Apocalypse and the reaping of souls would not belong to Heaven alone. After all, if the Apocalypse truly spreads across the earth, it will move through many lands that do not follow the ways of Christ.

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