What the Hell by Hunter Blain

Author:Hunter Blain [Blain, Hunter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

I’m sorry, but can you repeat all that to me again?” Locke asked as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as I came out of my room fully clothed in my backup gear, complete with celestial belt clasped around my waist. I had quickly told them my plan in passing, hoping they wouldn’t notice the absurdity of it, before stepping away while the room sat silent and putting on a black ensemble that included a cotton shirt, jeans, Doc Martens, and a spare hoodie.

My delivery tactic hadn’t worked and frustration crept into my voice, as I was just as anxious about the plan as everyone else appeared to be. “Okay, here are the damn CliffsNotes: One. Reach out to SAC Baker to see if he has found another nail. B. Use the new nail to track Ulric’s position. And finally, D. Sneak into Ulric’s hidey-hole and retrieve my outerwear.” I may have forgotten to mention the part where I went to Faerie to get some more of Lily’s blood in order to sink down to Sheol and actually save Dawson this time.

“Seems like an awful dangerous mission for some clothes,” Warden Broadway said to me as I plopped back down in my recliner.

“The degree with which you underestimate the importance of the celestial armor is both staggering and impressive,” I relayed to the warden with eyebrows knitted together.

“Aw! Thank you!” Hayley beamed while interlacing the digits from both of her hands and placing the tops of her fingers underneath her chin like she was posing for an aspiring photographer off Craigslist.

I like her, Baleius chimed in. I ignored his comment.

“But seriously,” Hayley added, dropping her hands and staring me right in the face, “when are we going to get on with our mission? You know, the mission Elder Hecate gave us?”

“Soon. Just know that the celestial armor makes me much more powerful and less likely to die while the trench, boots, shirt, and pants double as Fae armor.”

“And the hat?”

“The beanie is of great sentimental value. Plus, it should be with the others, so it’s not like we’d be making extra trips.”

“Unless Ulric is wearing them,” Depweg added while stroking his chin in thought.

“Aw, shit! They are fabulous, and Ulric has a penchant for fashion,” I drawled out while rubbing my eyes. I hadn’t considered that he would wear my Fae armor. The image of Ulric in his custom-made power suit came to mind. “He likes red,” I said to the room as I inspected the picture of Ulric in my mind.

“Red is a power color and a symbol of authority,” Locke added.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, Depweg spoke up, “Could we consider the fact that maybe Ulric might decide to wear the attire simply as a slap in the face toward John?”

The entire room seemed to nod their heads in agreement.

Ulric would consider Fae-made clothing to be inferior to his Hell-given suit and robes, Baleius said helpfully.

“Knowing Ulric,” I began, “he would probably wear the Hell-made armor and clothes like a badge of honor and authority.

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