Hell to Pay: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (Razing Hell Book 2) by Cate Corvin

Author:Cate Corvin [Corvin, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vivia Press
Published: 2020-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

16

Melisande

I blinked and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

The first thing I saw was a rivulet of pure liquid gold, sparkling as the smith poured it from the crucible into a mold.

His body was coiled all around the interior of the hut, brushing up against tables laden with polished armor, over trunks packed with glimmering jewelry, and my breath caught at the sight of a sword hung on the wall, with a rippling blade of blue steel.

It was flawless. My fingers itched to take it down and test its weight.

“What are you here for, then?” The smith lowered the crucible.

I met his eyes, gazing at the ruby that looked like a bloody orb stuffed in his skull, and lost my voice.

Azazel ducked under the tarp, pressing his hand to the small of my back. “We’re here about a sword.”

The smith just laughed, a gurgling chuckle. “I have all kinds of swords. I have swords from Old Earth, swords from across worlds, swords made of gems and feathers and wood. But all my swords will kill someone, take your pick.”

“We’re here for a specific sword,” I said firmly, not backing up even as the smith’s centipede-like upper body drew closer. “Would you be able to make a sword that was the perfect inverse of the Sword of Light?”

The smith paused, and his tongue crept out and ran over his upper lip.

I felt movement at my back and moved aside to make room for Lucifer and Tascius, which put me uncomfortably close to the centipede demon, but if I could handle seeing giant eyeballs in the floors, I could handle being close to him.

“An inverse to the Sword of Light,” he repeated slowly, his good eye flicking over the new additions to his tiny hut. “You mean Gabriel’s sword?”

I resisted the urge to ask, how many Swords of Light are there? “Yes. I want a sword that is its polar opposite.”

The smith leaned back, and I dared to breathe a little deeper.

“Oh, but he would be furious,” the smith whispered to himself. “So angry. It’d be delightful to watch. But the means…”

“What would you need in payment?” I asked evenly.

The smith looked at me like he’d forgotten I was there. “What you need to worry about is where to get the raw material.”

I must’ve looked confused, because the smith’s face broke into a wide, slow grin. “Ebonite, little angel. You’ll need ebonite for a sword like this.”

“Why would finding ebonite be an issue?” Belial had a dagger made of it. Surely there were more blades that could be used.

“Because you need raw, unformed ebonite.” The smith rummaged in a box and held up a tiny, pitted chunk of dark metal. “Ebonite that has already been forged with a purpose in mind is useless. It has metal-memories. You take a helmet of ebonite forged to protect the wearer and melt it down, all you have left is metal that will always protect its wearer. You could make a shield, make armor… but it would be useless as a sword.

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