Chloe's Guardian (The Nephilim Redemption Series Book 1) (30 page)

CHAPTER
40

“No need to worry. I’m going to eat it all,” Horatius said. Billy watched every spoonful of soup Horatius put into his mouth, not allowing him to pause for even a moment.

They were in the church’s barn. Stacked sheaves of straw served as a backrest for Horatius. Vicar John had given the stable over to them to sleep and recover.

After sleep and hot food, Horatius felt much less near death. But Billy didn’t seem to believe he was any better, the way he hovered and protected him.

“As soon as I finish this, we will go find the priest. Too much time has passed,” Horatius said.

Billy fidgeted making Horatius wonder what he wanted to say that he wasn’t saying.

“What? What is on your wee mind?”

Billy squirmed some more. He scrunched his face, thinking hard before he spoke. Then it all came out in a rush like one long word. “Who is Satarel? And why did he touch your heart? What does that even
mean
? And why do you say you are not like anybody else? Why do you have a curse? And why does it have such power over you that you cannot even walk? Where were you going when I found you? And what do you plan to do once the curse is broken?” He was out of breath when he finished. He waited without blinking his huge eyes.

Horatius started to set his bowl down so he could concentrate on answering Billy. But as soon as he lowered it, Billy put his hands beneath it and lifted it back toward his mouth.

“How can I eat and give you answers at the same time?”

“You have got to get your strength back.”

Horatius considered the spoon and the bowl, then lifted the dish and drained it, catching chunks of potatoes and beef as he did. He chewed and swallowed while Billy watched him with intense eyes.

He tilted the bowl to show Billy it was empty. The tension went out of Billy’s narrow shoulders and the lad relaxed back into the straw, like now that the soup was gone, all would be set right.

Horatius considered a moment what to say. “Satarel—well, he is a demon.” Billy did not flinch. “We were in a pitched battle, and he had gotten the better of me. I was spent and nearly unconscious. He had his sword lifted high, ready to sever my head from my neck—something he has wanted to do for a long time—and just before he did, he reached into my being with his power and touched my—” He wanted to say soul, to make it clear, but he could not tell even a white lie to Billy. “—my innermost self, where my soul would be, if I had one.”

“But everyone has a soul.”

“No, not everyone. Some of us are not completely human. We live half in one world, half in the other. We were not given a soul.”

“Why did he touch your heart?”

“I think he was stripping any virtue out of my being, so that no chance of redemption was left for me.”

“What are you? Some kind of spirit?” Billy had such unafraid, nonjudgmental eyes, Horatius felt like he could confess a whole century’s worth of sin to him.

“Satarel—he's my…father.”

That opened Billy’s eyes. But the look held no condemnation.

“A
demon
? Altogether benumbing! What is that like?”

“It is awful. And don’t think anything else.”

Billy straightened out his face and made it look somber. “It must be. Just terrible.”

Billy twirled a piece of straw between two fingers. The mule snorted in a stall against the wall of the barn. “So what was the battle about? Why would a father want to chop his own son’s head off?”

Horatius leaned back into the pile of straw. Once again, he was telling the story he did not tell. The barn was part of the church’s structure, so technically he was in Sanctuary. Horatius could tell the story without worry of Billy’s thoughts giving him away.

“Once upon a time, long ago when the world was young, there was an angel in the heavens named Semjaza. He was pure and beautiful, like all the angels. He was Guardian of a certain beautiful woman on earth. And in time, he lusted after her.” Horatius paused and wondered how much he should say.

“Dinna worry,” Billy reassured him. “I know about those things. Go on.”

“Of course you do. So, he lusted after her. All he could do was think of her. And talk of her. He talked so much, he inspired others to start thinking wrongly about the women they guarded. Soon, he had over two hundred angels thinking of things other than the pure and good. They became selfish and distracted and interested in their own pleasure. They plotted. They took on the appearance of men, went onto the earth, and pursued the women they had found so beautiful. They married them. And had children with them.”

Billy sat with his legs crossed and his pointy elbows on his knees. His chin rested in his cupped hands. Other than widening his eyes, he did not move.

“
They
—the one mankind calls God—banned Semjaza and his faction from Paradise. None of them would be allowed to return to dwell in the light and goodness. The banished became bitter and angry, and so pursued even greater offenses. They joined Lucifer and all who had already gone with him, working against the Pure, who were Guardians, and did all manner of things to corrupt and destroy the humans the Guardians cared for.

“My father—Satarel—used to be Pure. He dwelled in light with
They
. And then he listened to Semjaza. He took a beautiful human for himself. And together they made me. For eons I did everything my father wanted. Everything
I
wanted.
Anything
I wanted. We were evil. But then I changed. I didn’t want to be bad anymore. And that made my father want to destroy me. More than he wanted to destroy humans.”

“What made you change?”

Horatius had to think a while. “I’m not sure what did. It was something deep inside of me. I watched the humans, those who knew
They
, and I saw a true joy, a contentment I had never known.
They
actually loves and cherishes every single human, even those that don’t know the real
They
. And I wanted to be loved like that, to be cherished. And by one so pure and good. Suddenly, all that pursuit of evil seemed useless and empty. I wanted more. I wanted to be like the humans.”

Billy had moved onto his knees with his feet tucked under him. He sat closer to listen better. He hardly blinked. “And that is why your father cursed you?” he asked in a guarded whisper.

“I believe so. When I decided I wanted redemption—something offered to humans—I had to leave the Brethren of Fallen. I have been trying to earn my way toward goodness. Unfortunately, I am quite poor at it. I might have done more toward my damnation than my salvation.”

“How can you work toward redemption? I thought it impossible.”

“I was helping someone. A girl. Chloe. And her friend, Kaitlyn. I have been assigned to be Chloe’s Guardian. My father is her Watcher, which is the opposite of a Guardian. He chased us down and wanted to destroy all of us. That is why I am here. The girls were who I was trying to follow when you found me. Chloe and Kaitlyn were kidnapped and I need to save them. I need to break this curse so I can help them return home.”

Now Billy was up on his knees with a hand on each of Horatius’ shoulders. “We must hurry then. We must save the lasses afore it is too late!”

Horatius loved Billy’s unquestioning allegiance.

“Any ideas on how to find the priest?” Horatius said.

“I asked around. I think I found him.” Billy sat back on his heels and rested his hands on Horatius’ knees.

“Have you been gallivanting around all alone? What happened? You were scared to death of the city.”

“You said you had every confidence in me. I took that to mean I could do what I had to do. So I did.”

Pride welled up in Horatius. It took him by surprise. “So, what did you find out?”

“First, I asked the vicar here—Vicar John—if he knew of any old priests around named Hugh. He knew of none, but he had heard of a couple of women he thought came after the Purge who lived on the other side of town. He always figured them for nuns in hiding. I went asking at the market, and I found them. They live abovestairs at a butcher’s storefront over on Kinnear Lane—two old sisters who filled me up full with meat pies and goats milk and wanted me to stay with them forever—altogether benumbing!—and they said they once knew a Father Hugh and thought he had come here but did not know what came of him after the Purge. But they sent me to a blacksmith who once had mentioned Father Hugh to them, so they said mayhap he had seen him. So I paid him a visit and he
had
heard of him. He had done some work for him and delivered some tools to him. He told me where. I know where Hugh lives. At least, where he lived six years ago.”

Horatius was impressed. “Good work, lad. But I don’t like that you have been around so much on your own.”

Billy laughed at him and went on as though it didn’t matter that Horatius didn’t like it. “I need to find some coin for us.” Billy jumped up and began pacing, rubbing his chin like he must have once seen some old man do to his whiskers.

Horatius thought about transmuting some straw into coins. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just try a little molecular mutation.

Billy whipped around and stared at him. “What are you thinking? I can hear your wit working. I see a look in your eye. You are up to something.”

Horatius had not expected Billy to read him so well. “I was just…thinking about how to get some money.”

Billy plopped down next to him again. “Best leave this up to me. I have a plan. What if you get worse? Rest. For the lasses’ sake.”

Horatius shifted against the sheaves of straw.
I am rather exhausted.
After sitting up so long the weariness was back. Maybe Billy was right. Maybe it would not be such a good idea to risk getting worse. But how would Billy be able to get money?

“Dinna worry about how I will get it. I said I have a plan.” He rested his hand back on Horatius’ square knee like it belonged there.

“Be careful. You hear?”

“Dinna worry. I will be fine.” Horatius gave him a stern look and waited. “Aye, I will be careful.”

“Now don’t you go and get caught picking pockets or some such foolery.” Horatius could envision Billy out on the street getting picked up by the magistrate and never coming back.

“I would not lower myself to do crime!” He retracted his hand from Horatius’ knee. Horatius had insulted him. He straightened his spine and held his head high, like he would not consider such a deceitful path.

“You are the one who lied to the vicar and told him I was your father and that I’d fallen—”

Billy jumped up. “I did not lie! You
had
fallen. Fallen from grace, which is much worse than if you had fallen off Bethesda.” He stammered before he addressed the other half of the accusation. “And, anyway, you are like a da to me. The closest I remember ever having.” His little cheeks blushed red under his freckles. “So, I did not lie.” He calmed and sat back down as if his outburst had not happened. “My plan is to go to the angels in the church and ask them for the coin we need. I will be back. Dinna do anything foolhardy while you wait. Remember the lasses.”

He skittered out of the barn before Horatius had a chance to collect his reason and tell him what a crazy idea it was to go to the sentinels and ask for money.

He lay back into the straw to rest and conserve his energy. Billy had said Horatius was like a father to him. Whatever he had where others had a soul warmed. He didn’t know being thought of like that—
loved
?
—
could elicit such a reaction. Not in him. But then, no one had ever cared for him like that.

Then he thought of Chloe and Kaitlyn and where they might be. He wondered how badly Panahasi would use them to gain favor with Satarel. Had he been foolish to believe he could ever find them? That he could ever get them back and set right what had gone so wrong? Every moment they were with Panahasi, the odds worsened for the girls' rescue. Panahasi’s poison would cloud their thinking, change their allegiance, and God only knew how he would lead them to destruction. Horatius had barely had any time to prove himself to Chloe, to make her
know
he cared about her. He’d been too busy drinking to prove himself. It wasn’t even until their last moments together that
he
knew how he cared about her. He
had
to find them before it was too late. Oh, what a horrendous disaster he’d brought onto everyone because of his heedless, selfish pursuit.

The soup churned in his gut.
What a mess I’ve made of things ever thinking I could earn redemption.

Billy scampered back into the barn. “All done. I asked the sentinels and we should be getting coin within the hour.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Horatius said. “You can’t just go in and ask for money and it plop down in front of you like a vending machine.”

Billy acted like he knew what a vending machine was. He jammed his fists onto his narrow hips. “I would think of all people, you would have more faith than that.”

He didn’t have the energy to argue.