Sinner by Shayne Silvers

Author:Shayne Silvers [Silvers, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Argento Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Cain and Fabrizio stared up at the hundreds of doors hanging suspended by chains before us, still holding hands. I wished I would have at least brought Roland’s phone down this far to snap a picture.

“You can stop holding my hand, now,” Fabrizio muttered.

“You sure?” Cain asked doubtfully. “I can still feel them probing me,” he said, shivering at the way he had described the sensation of the wards as we walked through the stone passageway on our way to this cavern. Luckily, Roland had previously added me to the VIP list, so I had access to this area without any hand-holding.

“The wards cover the halls, not this place. We didn’t want to place them too close, just in case they reacted with…whatever these are,” he said, gesturing at the doors.

Cain very slowly unclasped his fingers, holding his breath. When nothing happened, he let out a sigh of relief. I chuckled, staring up at the doors, recalling the first time I had been here.

The stone cavern was huge, climbing high above our heads. They resembled doors from all time periods, eras, and styles; some made of wood, stone, marble, glass, and even metal. As I scanned them, none particularly stood out because of how varied they were. Well, except for the beaded curtain one. That looked sinister. I spotted a charred, blackened door. Fabrizio noticed my fixation and gave me a nod of confirmation. So. That was the one they had sent the video camera through.

“Roland told me a different story about that door. Something about a welcoming committee waiting on the other side.”

Fabrizio’s lips tightened. “That is the official story, yes,” he admitted guiltily. I grunted, once again reminded that the Vatican was not to be trusted.

Dozens of the doors spun lazily from their chains at different speeds while others remained entirely static.

No torches lined the walls, but the room was illuminated somehow—kind of like how some nights weren’t as dark as others, even though the moon wasn’t entirely visible. Just a pale glow reflecting off the chains, doors, and stone walls. Cain murmured something unintelligible, shaking his head. “That’s a lot of options to choose from…” he said dubiously.

He wasn’t wrong. I picked out a few doors wrapped in glowing, golden chains and locks that prevented them from opening, recalling Roland’s explanation—likely another lie fed to him by his lords and masters.

Huge runes were carved into the floor, and I once again studied them, recognizing them as Enochian script—the language of the Angels. I didn’t see any that looked like my name or some other obvious clue as to what I needed to do next. No welcome home mat or anything.

I turned to Fabrizio. “I assume everything else Roland told me was a lie—about these leading to repositories all over the world. Even other realms.”

Fabrizio hung his head. “Since it was impossible to move them in any way, we locked up the Doors that appeared on their own,” he said, pointing to those wrapped in chains. “Then

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