Page 95 of Legion
The devil’s whore and her protector were now dead.Lucifer’s plan had been foiled.The child would never be born.
And the monkhood would not perish.
“It is done,” he said to his brothers, lifting his chin.
“So it is,” agreed Henry flatly, staring at the flaming vehicles in the lot.
Jonah frowned.“You should be happy.”
“I still do not like that we used bombs.That is not our way.”
“Kushiel was clear that it was theonlyway,” Oslo cut in, ever the peacemaker.
Henry’s brow inched up.“If it was the only way, why didn’t he suggest it at the beginning?And since when would God wish for us to use terrorist methods?”
Duncan’s lips thinned.“It is not our place to question an angel.He is a messenger of God.Yet you persist in doing so.It is no better than blasphemy.”
“I didn’t initially question him,” Henry defended.“But he has ...changed.”His gaze swept over each of the other brethren.“Is there not one of you here who agrees that Kushiel is not always so angel-like anymore?”
Some responded with only a stubborn look.Idris and Van, however, shifted uneasily while Griff and Magnus exchanged a brief glance.
Jonah himself was uncomfortable.Because the truth was that, yes, Kushiel was indeed somewhat different from when he’d first come to them many months ago.
The angel was still intense.Still wore an ethereal glow.Still carried an aura of power.But he no longer emitted peace and serenity.No longer exuded a calm presence that put the brothers at ease and made them feel close to God.
“The way he speaks to us now,” Henry began, “as if we are servants to be ordered about and beneath his contempt—”
“But weareservants,” Maynard interjected.“God’s servants.Kushiel is his voice; issues his commands.”
“Does he really?”Henry drawled, a hint of challenge in his voice.“Or are those commands his own?”
Alban lifted his shoulders.“Does it matter?Both Kushiel and our Lord want the same thing.They want whatwewant.”
“But I will bet that God would not have raged at the rest of us each time our other brothers failed in their attempt to killher,” Henry hedged.
“Well, Kushiel will not rage this time,” Jonah pointed out.“She is dead.The work of our Holy Father has been completed.”
“Has it, though?”Henry asked.
Jonah felt his brow pinch.“Excuse me?”
Henry shrugged.“The translation of the prophecy still seems off to me.”
Idris’s back straightened.“I know the old tongues; my translation was exact.”
“Maybe.But maybe not.I still maintain—”
“A large crowd has gathered in the lot,” Magnus cut in.“We should leave.It is no good for us to hang about.”He flicked his gaze around ...and frowned.“Where is Oslo?”
Jonah looked at where their brother had last stood.The spot was empty.“Oslo!Oslo!”He spun around, calling his name repeatedly, the others doing the same.
No response.
Jonah turned back around.“I don’t see ...”He trailed off on noticing another absence.“Duncan?”
Magnus gripped Jonah’s arm painfully tight, his eyes flickering.“We must leave.Now.Something is not right.”
Jonah’s stomach churned with apprehension.“I agree.But Oslo and Duncan—”
