Envy’s long stride ate up the expansive corridors, growing quicker the longer he went without seeing anyone. Near stairs leading to the upper level, where the nobility who preferred to remain at court stayed in luxurious suites, he paused.
There, in the distance, he heard it. Wailing.
Jaw locked, he aimed for the sound of grief, holding his worry and anger tightly in his fist, allowing no trepidation or dread to show on his face.
After an eternity he stopped before a chamber.
He raked a hand through his hair, despite his vow to look unaffected.
“Fuck.”
This would not be good. For the first time in his immortal existence, the Prince of Envy considered running from his court.
He hoped he wasn’t too late.
The door he stood before belonged to Lord and Lady Casius, two of the higher-ranking nobles, the lady a member of his council, made up of demons he’d known for centuries. Who’d schemed with him, who’d searched for spells with him for decades now, hoping to delay the madness. Who’d found the one spell he could use to lie. Who’d believed Envy would see them all saved, in the end. They never blamed him for what he’d done, even though he deserved it.
If they succumbed…
There were few things in any of the realms that Envy could imagine being worse.
The Lord and Lady Casius had been blessed by the old gods, and before he’d departed for the game had brought three new demons into the world, even knowing the risks. The babes couldn’t be older than six months, even with the time he’d been away.
Envy knocked gently, then pushed the door open, his nails digging into his palms as he entered the room.
It had been destroyed.
“Who are you?” Lady Casius screamed, her gown tattered and torn. “Who is that?”
“Shh,” he soothed, “it’s me, Piper. Prince Envy.”
Tears streamed down her face, terror making her back away.
“I… I don’t know you.”
She wailed again, the sound echoing in the once finely appointed room. Glasses were broken, art ripped from the walls. As if a battle had been fought, blood was splattered across the wallpaper.
“I don’t know him! WHO IS HE?”
Envy followed her pointing hand to the slumped form at her feet, blood pooling out from the lifeless body. She’d attempted to cover him with her bedding. Had torn the sheets from the mattress in a violent frenzy. A moment of clarity must have hit at some point.
He slowly approached, hands up, then knelt, already knowing what he’d find.
Dreading it.
He pulled the sheet back and quickly averted his gaze. Lord Casius had been gone for some time. Envy wasn’t certain how he’d missed the scent of rot when he’d first opened the door. To kill a demon… it wasn’t an easy feat. They were long-lived, perhaps not immortal like Envy and his brothers, but not casually lost, either.
Envy saw some defensive wounds on his friend’s hands, knew if he’d still been in his right mind he wouldn’t have struck his wife, even if she was repeatedly striking him.
Gods-damn. When Envy won the game and restored balance—because he refused to consider the alternative—Piper would never recover. Even if she got her memories back, she’d never forgive herself.
In so many ways, Envy was already too late.
He was struggling to figure out a way to remove his old friend when Piper’s next words pinned him in place.
“Who are they?” she screamed, her tone shrill. “WHO ARE THEY? They kept staring and crying. WHO SENT THEM TO KILL ME?”
“Who are…” Envy had a sudden realization and couldn’t bring himself to look.
But as the prince of this circle, it was his duty.
He would own this sin, allow it to scar his soul. These deaths, these murders… they belonged to him. If he’d never given the chalice to her…
He would solve the riddles, claim his prize, and make this right. No matter the cost to him. No matter who he had to deceive, kill, or toy with in the process.
Envy would win. Or his circle would be no more.
His eyes stung as he forced himself to scan the room.
There, in the corner, where the cribs had been…
Bile seared up his throat; he squeezed his eyes shut, closing off the unspeakable sight. It made no difference. The image was burned there, forever.
Envy allowed himself one moment of grief; then his resolve hardened along with his heart. He needed to set this right before he returned to Camilla. And he had little time left.
“I did it.” Lady Casius fell to her knees, horrible clarity flashing in her eyes.
Envy knew it would soon pass like it always did; the memories would fog once again, and she’d be blissfully unaware of reality.
He needed to get Piper out of this chamber immediately, needed to see about—
A shriek filled the air.
Before he saw the blade, before he could cross the room, Lady Casius had thrust the dagger through her chest, her knees cracking against the marble floor a moment before her skull did.
Envy felt the blow as if in his own heart.
