Satanic Fortitude
Doomed Cases Book 4
Joanna Mazurkiewicz
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Newsletter
Copyright © 2017 by Joanna Mazurkiewicz
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Chapter 1
“You’ve now arrived where Purgatory begins. See over there the wall encircling it. See there the portal where the wall is breached.” ― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“What’s going to happen to me now?” I asked, looking around the empty and dark land that demons called Purgatory. We weren’t far away from the main part of hell and still I had no idea what to expect. I saw the shapes of rocky hills and the calm black lake stretched right in front of us.
The Watcher that walked next to me didn’t respond and my stomach tightened with unease. This was a bad sign. I had no idea what was going to happen once we passed through to the main part of hell.
I left my friends behind, and then Ricky and Emma were taken away. I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to them.
I looked down at my hands and thought about my little girl. We’d only just been reunited with each other, and now I was gone, probably forever. Morpheus was ahead. He didn’t turn around or even acknowledge that he heard me. He was sent up to lead me right to Lucifer, the most powerful demon in hell. The dark lord had asked for my soul, but I didn’t feel in any way privileged. I wasn’t ready to die yet or become someone’s slave. This wasn’t fair. I wanted to go back to my friends, to my job in Doomed Cases.
“We need to leave Purgatory first. It’s not the safest place in the underworld,” the Watcher on my right said unexpectedly. Morpheus was silent, and I didn’t expect that from him.
I sighed loudly and thought about Arthur. He was dead, but no one on earth knew about it yet. Only Paul, Zach and Zara had witnessed it. The royal family would demand answers and I had no idea how anyone could explain to them what really happened.
The dreaded pain settled in my stomach and I wanted to be left alone to grieve for him at least for a few minutes. There were so many other things that I didn’t have a chance to tell him. Now it was too late.
Tears pushed their way into my eyes, but I refused to break right now in front of witnesses. I was going to hell, so there was no point feeling down. What’s done was done. I saved my daughter and my friends. They were going to be fine and Matilda would take care of my precious child.
We circled around the island, leaving the dark tower behind us. The calm water stretched from one side to the other; I couldn’t see anything beyond that. Everyone was waiting and I sensed the magic drifting around, moving slowly like an invisible cloud in the sky. After a moment of silence Morpheus waved his hand and a passage started to appear right under the surface.
The water began bubbling and then a long narrow stone floor was created, rising slowly. The Watchers seemed tense, glancing around as if they were expecting something to happen. The sky or what resembled the navy space above me was scattered with stars. I was trying to figure out what kind of place Purgatory was; maybe humans were kept here before they were transported back to hell. I had so many questions, but this wasn’t the best time to start asking them.
“Come, stay close and be silent,” Morpheus said and then the Watcher nudged me to go forward. I did what I was told, although I didn’t understand why everyone was so tense all of a sudden. A thick mist appeared, slowly drifting around my feet. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I wasn’t scared anymore. I had accepted my fate. Hell was finally opening its gates to me.
Arthur’s soul wouldn’t have gone directly to Lucifer. The truth was that I had no idea who decided what happened to humans after they died. I believed that Lucifer played his part in life after death.
The Prince had come to the end of his life and he did that by saving our daughter. My heart bled for him. It was strange to think that I was never going to see him again. It was all my fault that Alexis killed him. He must have followed me and the rest of the group from Ricky’s place. He was furious with me, angry that I had been lying to him for so many years.
I couldn’t even think about Alexis right now, but she finally got what she wanted. Her soul had been healed. I failed, but Morpheus didn’t see it that way. He didn’t seem to care that she was still a threat.
The mist was getting thicker and soon I could barely see Morpheus’s silhouette right in front of me.
Maxine… Maxine…
I stopped and looked around, certain that I heard someone calling me.
“Did you hear that, Morpheus? Someone just said my name,” I said, loudly. The Watchers behind me didn’t answer and Morpheus didn’t react, or he pretended that he didn’t hear me. A split second later I heard a splash, like something big was dropped into the water. All the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rose, and I could have sworn that I sensed someone nearby.
I didn’t dare to move. Waiting, I turned, but now there was no one behind me. The Watchers couldn’t have just vanished; this was hell. Besides, Morpheus was an upper-level demon. Even Rodriguez was forced to listen to him, so something wasn’t adding up here.
“Morpheus? What’s going on? Answer me!” I shouted, sensing that I was left completely alone on this dodgy path. Sudden dread crawled up my spine and fear filled the pit of my stomach. The mist was so thick that now I couldn’t see anything around me.
I consider running, but then a hand or something else wrapped its claws around my leg and I was pulled down, splashing into the ice-cold water. I didn’t even have a chance to react. The darkness shaded my vision, and my lungs failed to take in any oxygen. I wasn’t even in hell yet, and this whole trip already sucked.
Drops of water were falling down on my face. I breathed in and out, trying to steady my racing heart. Thoughts and random memories clogged my mind. I smiled, telling myself that all this was just a really twisted nightmare. Arthur wasn’t really dead and I’d never gone to Purgatory. My imagination liked messing around with my head too often.
I opened my eyes and a few more drops of water landed on my face. I looked up at the ceiling, quickly realising that my hands and legs were chained to the wall behind me.
Panic rose with every beat of my heart, swallowing me down as I tried to pull my hands free. Heavy metal chains were secured around my wrists and feet. This suddenly felt like my worst nightmare—only worse because it was real.
The place around me looked like a cell made entirely of grey bricks. There was a small window on the top, but it was too high up to see anything from where I sat. The water was dripping down on me from the ceiling, and my damp clothes stuck to my body. Apart from a headache, I didn’t feel any pain. Maybe whoev
er dragged me in here was hoping to keep me alive for a bit longer. I had no clue if I was in hell or back on earth.
The chains seemed old school and when I tried to use my energy to break free nothing happened. But I felt my energy running through my system, heating up my blood. At least that was a big relief. The cell reminded me a lot of the place where Bianca had tortured that poor mongrel to get information about Alexis. I was suddenly very glad that I killed that bitch, well, at least I hoped she was dead.
What the hell happened to Morpheus and his Watchers? He was leading me to Lucifer.
No one was meant to interfere with Satan’s order.
None of this made any sense, and I had no idea how long I had been chained up in here. My stomach growled, reminding me that half of my DNA was still human and I needed food to survive. I didn’t even remember the last time I ate something. My head felt a little foggy, and I really needed to get some answers.
I must have drifted off eventually, sitting in the same position for ages and staring back at the locked door.
It had to be hours later when the metal door to my small cell opened up and a demon sneaked through it. He was tall, slightly bony with a square face and mousy long hair. He carried a metal bowl with something that smelled like food. My mouth instantly watered.
He glanced at me, but his expression remained neutral. Then he placed the bowl right in front of me. I recognised that he was part of Mammon’s faction.
“Hey, you, tell me, where am I?” I asked, trying to get myself in a more comfortable position, but my movements were limited. My demonic energy was blocked by a charm that someone must have cast on me when I was unconscious.
“Aren’t you that important demon that everyone is talking about?” the demon answered with the question.
I frowned.
“My name is Maxine and I’m a mongrel. I don’t believe that’s important at all. Tell me, why am I here and what is this place?” I asked, telling myself to stay fucking calm.
His eyes flickered with confusion and then he scratched his jaw, glancing around. This wasn’t hell, it couldn’t have been. Morpheus was probably still messing with me. I needed to get back to London somehow, to Summer.
“You’re in the Circle of Greed. Mammon is in control of the castle and all the gates. I’m the postman and I bring food for the prisoners. My name is Julian,” he said and then moved into my personal space. Suddenly his face was only inches away from mine and his eyes were gleaming with light. He smelled of herbs and sweat. His demonic magic circulated around, breaking through my wards and connecting with mine.
The circle of Greed? What the hell did that mean?
My heart stopped for a moment and then I couldn’t breathe properly. Something must have happened in Purgatory if I ended up directly in here. Morpheus’s plan must have fallen apart or maybe he got rid of me intentionally. I had no idea what to think anymore.
“You know how to get out of here, right?” he whispered and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. “I’ve been trying to find the safe pass to earth for years.”
I licked my lips, trying to play dumb. I knew that he could help me. He seemed very sure of the fact that I knew the way out of this strange place.
“Man, I’m a prisoner, so what makes you think I know how to get out of here? By the way, this is my first visit in hell,” I said, wondering what Mammon wanted from me.
“You were on earth and you can always find the way back. Take me with you, please. I have gold, lots of it, and I bet that could change your life in the world upstairs,” he was saying, spraying me with spit.
“Unchain me,” I demanded, knowing that I needed to eat something fast; otherwise I would have no energy to run or fight.
Julian rose back on his feet. He glanced around the room nervously. He wore a black shirt and black pants with long pointed shoes. The postman? Mammon lived in a castle in hell?
That whole concept sounded bonkers.
He finally leaned away from me and waved his hand a few times around my left hand. Sparks of electricity shot out of his fingertips and then the chain fell off my right hand.
The demon handed me a metal bowl. The porridge smelled good, so I scooped some up in my hand and shoved it into my mouth. It tasted better than I expected. My other hand was still chained up and Julian kept watching me until I was done and my stomach was at least half full.
“How is it out there on earth? How do humans treat demons?” he asked again, invading my personal space.
“Why are you here? Can you help me to get out of here?” I asked.
Julian shook his head and wiped his face with his hand. “Mammon wants to sell you. You’re valuable to him. No one can get out now because of the election. The gates have been locked away. The safe passage to earth is in Lucifer’s circle, but no one has ever managed to come back from there alive. No one is able to get out until the dark lord lifts the curfew.”
“Curfew? So how long does this take? How long is it going to be before the election is over?” I asked, already planning my escape.
“Not sure. There is no time limit, maybe days, maybe weeks,” he explained. “But you would be able to leave. You’re from upstairs and your magic can get both of us out, far away from here.”
“Unchain me and I will try. You need to help me and then maybe I can get us out,” I said, moving my eyes to my other hand. Julian shook his head and made an odd squeaky sound, then jumped away from me. He stuck his ear to the brick and widened his eyes.
“The Watchers are coming. There is no time,” he hissed and then opened the heavy door to get out.
“Wait!” I shouted in panic. “You have to help me. Remember the earth and humans. I can get us out!”
He shook his head again nervously and then picked up something from the floor and threw it to me. It was a thick rusty nail. I had no idea what I could do with it. Seconds later he slipped through the door.
I pulled the chains and gritted my teeth hard in frustration. This was bad. I was alone again and who knew what the Watchers were planning to do with me? Using my foot I rolled the nail to my free hand and grabbed it. There was something wrong with Julian, but that was beside the point.
I didn’t understand why I would be any use to Mammon. I was supposed to be with Lucifer, and now I was chained up to a wall, without food or water. Julian didn’t shut the door. I heard the heavy steps outside first, then heard someone talking.
“Julian, what are you doing in the chamber?” said some other voice. “I hope you haven’t been feeding the mongrel girl. We had to starve her for a little.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to feed her. The cook asked me to bring a bowl of porridge to her,” Julian was mumbling, sounding like a scared little lamb. I squeezed the nail in my hand, licking my dry lips.
“Cook shouldn’t be sticking his big nose into Mammon’s business. The girl belongs to him and he is going to rip her chest out, then send her heart as a present to Berith,” the raspy voice said. “You can watch if you want. I bet you have never seen a mongrel squeaking. I might play with her a little beforehand. She’s half human and apparently they are warm-blooded.”
Dread moved down my spine and nausea rolled over my stomach. I wanted this arsehole to at least try to get close to me. Then he would see what I was capable of. Seconds rolled by and after I thought the voice had walked away the Watcher walked inside my cell.
He was built like a beast and he was bare chested with enormous black wings attached to his back. He grinned at me revealing a set of gold teeth. The tension in the cell soared, and I clenched my fists.
“Mongrel whore, it’s time for a little playtime. Mammon wants your heart as a gift to Berith.”
Chapter 2
“The walls that once encircled abbey grounds are turned to dens and lairs. Monastic cowls are bursting sacks stuffed full with rotten flour.” ― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
I glared at the Watcher and put on a brave
face. I had to show him that I wasn’t afraid of him and I was ready to defend myself. I noticed that Julian was peering down at me from behind the door. Goose pimples scattered along my arms and unexpectedly fear sunk its icy claws into my stomach. The Watcher had no idea that my other hand was free, and yet that didn’t make me feel any better about this whole situation.
I knew that it was pointless relying on my magic right now. The charm inside my cell was blocking part of my demonic DNA. I couldn’t even tap into my source. My abilities were useless in the chamber.
“It’s a shame that you’re skinny, but you will satisfy me before I cut your chest open and remove your heart,” the muscular Watcher said and his eyes moved over my breasts.
I was already picturing what I would do to him if he dared to touch me.
“Over my dead body, slimy fuck,” I snarled and then spit on the ground.
He laughed and walked up to me. His chest was shining with sweat and his wings were miserably admirable. In that brief moment when he was staring down at me I knew that my life was coming to the end. I thought of Zachary, Paul, Ricky and Emma. I was going to miss them.
“Feel free to beg me for your life or squeal.”
The Watcher had whiskey-coloured eyes and a perfectly straight nose. He grabbed me by my throat and squeezed, lifting me above the ground. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my sockets as the oxygen was cut out of my lungs. Too many things had gone wrong in the past and now I couldn’t even fight back. Fate twisted my future, leaving me to die in hell.
A split second later I remembered that there was something in my free hand. I lifted my free hand and stabbed the rusty nail directly into the Watcher’s neck with every last bit of energy that was left inside me. I had no idea how I didn’t miss it.
Besides, this was hell, so anything was possible. Demons could still die or get hurt in here, at least I hoped that was the case.