Page 179 of Savior
“You.” I can hear the baleful sneer in his voice. “Hear me now, Keegan.” His lip curls into a snarl. His eyes narrow into a deep scowl as he tells me, “I’m the only Demon you need to worry about… And this party, is just getting started.”
That fucking phrase…
Images of Vanna trying to fight off that would be rapist in the cabin flash before my eyes... I can still hear her desperate cries…
I lunge at him, ignoring the pain. “It was you! You fucking bastard!”
He slashes my side, cutting through what remains of the dress shirt I’m wearing. The stiletto blade is so sharp, it takes a few seconds to even feel the burn.
“Those were your words!” he hisses at me, the scowl in his expression growing in intensity. “Your fucking words, Keegan!”
My words? That doesn’t make any sense… But I don’t care right now. I just got the confirmation this Demonic fuck was behind Vanna nearly being raped in front of me. Nearly having us both killed. To suspect is one thing, but to fuckingknow he had a deliberate hand in all that transpired…
“You played Lucinda, didn’t you? Set her up to take the fall for you?”
“Rage will blind you, Keegan. You’re not thinking straight. If I didn’t want you to eventually know I’ve had a hand in everything that’s happened to you… Everything that is going to happento you… Would I have written and planted that little tag line for you to find?”
“You motherfucker! Why? She’s an innocent!”
He scoffs. “That venomous gash. Lucinda is far from an innocent.”
“Vanna!” I shout at him. “Vanna is an innocent!”
The expression around his eyes tightens. “I’ve done nothing to Vanna.” He insists, as if I accused him of something that actually goes against his moral code.
Not that he has one, after all… “She was nearly raped because of you.”
He suddenly looks stunned, almost as if he’s horrified and takes a step back from me, the cigarette slipping from his fingers to the dirty ground.
“Your fucking Demon, Aaron Hopper, held her down… held a knife to her… choked her…ripped her clothes… You did that!” I try to lunge at him again. “Unchain me! You fucking coward!” I thrash against the chains, trying to get at him, but he’s still standing there, a shocked, tormented expression on his face. “I’m going to kill you, Legion. I’m going to kill all of you! It was your man! You arranged to have her raped!”
Legion suddenly turns to his men and orders them, “Get out. Leave us!” They do so quickly, shutting the rusty door behind them as they exit. Legion turns his glare back to me. “I arranged to have her protected through the entire ordeal!”
“Protected… Is that a sick joke?”
“Aaron Hopper is dead, and of no further consequence.” He mutters.
“No thanks to you.” I spit more of the pooling blood in the corner of my mouth at him. “And to think… she tried to convince me that you were kind to her.” Something behind Legion’s hate filled eyes shifts, for a moment, as if he’s remorseful. “But you’re the worst kind of monster.”
“It takes one, to know one.” He coolly replies.
We glare at each other for a few more moments, before I ask him a question that will tell me if I’m meant to live through this night, or not. “You won’t own up to what you did to Vanna… What about Preacher?”
“Preacher offed himself.”
“I get the distinct, Biblical impression, that you had a hand in it, like you did with Rat… Did you leave the bible open to that passage yourself? My name is Legion for we are many? Or was that Preacher’s way of warning us before you offed him? Assisted Suicide is still a felony, you know.”
Not that he gives a shit, I’m just trying to buy myself a little time to figure a way out of this clusterfuck.
He chuckles once again, though I can hear it’s without humor. “You’re one to talk about felonies… Let’s start with Arson… for example.”
He’s not talking about the night I broke up their little gang bang at the Demons’ Den. He’s talking about actual Arson… The last time I was involved with anything like that, was in Gila Bend, when I blew up that biker bar. That other Den of an even darker sin…
“Aaron Hopper was your guy. A man from Gila Bend. Was that meant to be another cryptic clue from you? Another mindfuck in your psychological warfare?”
He smiles as he lights up another cigarette. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” He says on a cloud of billowing smoke.
“I don’t know you, Damien.”
