Sins of the Innocent: A Novella (8 page)

Tears stung my eyes. I wasn’t even sure why I was crying. Eli spoke with such truth, selflessness, and without judgment. He loved me even more deeply than the unconditional love of my parents, but he loved all humans that way.

“There’s a boy,” I said.

Eli released my chin, excitement in his eyes. “Do tell.”

“You know who it is.”

“Leviathan. He’s … interesting.”

“There’s a prophecy that speaks of him and me in the old texts and in the book of Hell.” I didn’t dare say the true title of Hell’s texts in Eli’s presence. Heaven considered those pages an abomination.

“Indeed,” Eli said, beginning to pace. He was gearing up to tell a story. “The same prophecy but with very different outcomes.”

“Can you tell me?” I asked.

Eli narrowed his eyes. “Your parents have chosen not to.” He winked at me and smiled. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes,” I said, relieved.

“The prophecy in the scrolls is very specific. You’re responsible for keeping the Balance, Eden. That means you’re neutral. The consequence of failure is death.”

“Neutral? How can I be neutral against Hell? I thought I was fighting the good fight?”

“Demons aren’t the only ones tempted to break the rules. Your grandfather, for example.”

“What?” I choked out.

“Being loyal to no one but the cause creates enemies. You’re already operating on borrowed time. The prophecy in Levi’s Bible foretells of your demise to increase Lucifer’s power.” Eli rolled his eyes. “The theme of the entire universe, it seems, is power.”

I hugged my middle. “How does he benefit from my death if I’m neutral?”

“Lucifer holds a mean grudge, Eden. He tried to overthrow Heaven. He’s still trying. You know this plane is a battlefield. Direct influence would make things much easier for him. Now that you’re in human form, it’s an opportunity to eliminate the thorn in his side.”

“
Now
? Does that mean I haven’t always been?”

Eli closed his eyes, amused. “Focus. The world without Balance would be real Hell on Earth, if you know what I mean. In an interesting turn of events, the son of Lucifer was tasked to ensure your failure on Earth.”

“I know. Hell predicts that he’ll kill me.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Just that I’ll die?”

“Exactly.”

I swallowed. “I’m going to die?”

“No, child,” Eli said, strolling over to me and taking me into his arms. “Nothing truly dies.”

“But he hates me,” I said, my voice muffled in Eli’s shirt.

Eli released me. “The Creator has a temper, for certain. But he doesn’t hate you. You’re like the third friend who won’t take sides while the other two are being awful to each other.”

I blinked, looking at the floor. “I’m even more confused.”

“You’re forbidden to take sides. That leaves you out of his favor and the enemy of Hell. Failing to do your duty means war. Do you know what Earth calls a war between Heaven and Hell?”

I shook my head.

“The Apocalypse. But he, in his infinite wisdom, has placed you here to make a choice. And you’re going to save us all.”

“You just said I was going to fail.”

“You’re not listening. You will not fail, Eden Ryel. You are your father’s daughter. You’ll do what’s right in the end.”

I could feel him pulling away, leaving me, and it was excruciating. “Please don’t. I don’t understand.”

“I’m always here.”

“What about Levi?”

“He has chosen to be your ally. He’s cute, too, which is a bonus.” He grinned.

“The son of Satan is my ally?” I asked, horrified.

“You’re essentially cut from the same cloth, both half-human. Even though you’re stronger than any Arch or demon, you share the same pressures.”

“His goal is to kill me.”

“Look into his eyes, Eden. He’s been watching you for a long time. Has he tried to kill you?”

“He attacked me.”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Like a fourth grade boy bullying his crush on the playground. Remember him, Eden. You might be surprised.”

“
Remember
him?” I asked.

But Eli was gone. My arms folded, I stood alone in the empty space, mulling over Eli’s words.

I drove home at thirty miles over the speed limit, my cheeks wet with tears. It was emotionally draining to be around Eli and then for him to leave, similar to the way Eli felt about crossing planes. To also learn that we weren’t on the same team was devastating. I wasn’t fighting for God after all.

My breath caught
. I’m not even fighting with my family.
I belonged to no one.

The longer I drove, the worse I felt. It was easy not to recognize bad news when Eli had such a flawless delivery, but the awful truth infiltrated me like a sickness. By the time I reached the driveway, bile began to rise in my throat.

Bex’s motorcycle was parked by the front porch where everyone was waiting for me. He’d driven ahead to warn them what I’d done. I wasn’t sure what reaction to expect, but it didn’t really matter. I had too many human emotions clouding everything else.

Dad’s expression matched Mom’s, and even Grandmother looked concerned.

“Eden,” Dad said, holding out his arms.

“I know that I’m neutral,” I said, sucking in a breath. “You can stop pretending. I guess that makes sense. If I’m keeping the Balance, then I would have to be.”

Dad’s arms fell, and Mom covered her mouth. “Is that what Eli said?”

My eyes danced between her and my dad. “She didn’t know?”

Again, Dad gestured for me to come to him. “Come inside, sweetheart. We need to talk.”

I followed him into the foyer and down the back hall into the family room. My entire family took seats on the two large velvet sectionals, surrounded by designer throw pillows and windows covered by thick curtains.

The dark lighting made the upcoming conversation even more ominous. I settled into a middle cushion. Mom sat on one side of me with Bex on the other.

Bex took my hand, seeming sad, as if he was in no hurry for the truth to take something away from me forever.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked. “You knew I was at the warehouse. If you didn’t want me to know, why did you let me go in?”

“At first, I didn’t think he’d come. But since he did … he wanted you to know, and I trust Eli.”

“That’s it? You trust Eli,” I deadpanned.

Bex seemed wounded. We hadn’t been getting along lately, and up until that point, we had been best friends even though I was younger. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, but …”

“I trust you, too,” Bex said, squeezing my hand.

Dad paced for a couple of minutes before covering his mouth and nose with both hands. He sucked in a breath through his fingers and then sat on the opposite sectional, facing me, next to his sister and her husband. Grandmother sat alone in a blue print bergère chair in the corner of the room. She perched her arms on the armrests, like the queen of her castle.

The coffered ceiling was twenty feet high, a large antique chandelier hanging from the center, blasting a thousand colors from the crystal prisms hanging from the gold metal frame.

Each wall was covered in wall paper at least a century old and perfectly preserved, displaying separate floral murals that bolstered the eighteenth-century French motif. It was the one room Grandmother refused to change and where we seemed to gather for serious family discussions.

“What did Eli tell you?” Dad asked.

I shrugged, sitting back against the cushion. “You know what he told me.”

“No,” Mom said, “we don’t.”

“He told me it was a secret,” I said.

“Arch humor,” Bex said. “He knew I was outside, listening. It’s okay, Eden. Tell them.”

“But you”—I looked to my dad—“knew the truth already. He just told me the truth—that the punishment for not keeping the Balance is death. I have very few allies. If I fail, there will be a war, which I’m beginning to think both sides want. The Apocalypse, one final bid for souls. Basically, I’m not as strong as I thought, and it doesn’t look good.”

Mom’s eyes widened, immediately glossing over. She looked up at Dad, her chest caving in, and she tried to keep her devastation inside. “You promised.”

Dad held out his hand. “It’s not always what it seems, sweetheart. You know that.”

Still staring at Dad, Mom reached over to me and held me close to her side, using her free hand to hold my head to her cheek. Her entire body was tense, as if she were bracing for the worst pain imaginable. A tear fell down my cheek, but it wasn’t mine.

“Jared,” she said, “you will keep your promise. You will protect our baby. She didn’t ask for this.”

“Nina,” Dad began.

“She is my daughter. I won’t let them take her from me because of some stupid cosmic game. Do you understand me? I won’t.” Her fingers pressed into my skin, and she sucked in a breath.

Bex spoke, “None of us will, Nina. We’ve all promised to keep her safe.”

Dad stood up and knelt in front of my mom and me, placing one hand on her cheek and the other on my knee. “We’re going to figure this out. We’ve beaten fate before.”

“I’m not afraid, Mom.”

Her teeth clenched, as if she were experiencing the worst kind of torture, the kind only a mother could feel, the kind you couldn’t see. She held it in, refusing to set it free in front of me.

Her expression hardened, and she forced a smile. “Good. You don’t have to be. I might be just a human, but I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I nodded, not wanting to argue with her. She was in enough pain.

“What else did he say?” Dad asked.

“That I’m like Mom,” I said, wiping her wet cheek. She smiled. “And that it’s okay to cry.”

Her bottom lip trembled, but still, she held it in.

“And?” Dad prompted. “Anything else?”

“That Levi has decided to be my ally. That Hell’s Bible foretelling Levi causing my death doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll kill me.”

Dad’s entire face compressed.

“Who?” Ryan asked.

“Levi,” Bex said.

Ryan looked to his wife. “Who’s Levi?”

Claire’s mouth fell open and then snapped shut. She wasn’t afraid. She was amused. “
The
Levi?”

“Leviathan,” Dad seethed.

Claire nodded. “That would explain the drudens. Trying to throw her off the scent maybe.”

Bex nodded to confirm. “I’m still watching him. He has an agenda, but I don’t think it’s to kill her.”

“When you find out, tell me,” I quipped. “I’m curious to know what made him change his allegiance, if it’s even true.”

“Eli would know Levi’s heart,” Bex said. “If he said it, it’s true.”

Dad touched his finger to his lips, lost in thought. “Failure means death. Did Eli elaborate on that?”

“He said I wouldn’t fail.”

“Damn straight you won’t. You’re a Ryel,” Claire said with an encouraging smile.

Mom relaxed.

Grandmother finally spoke from her corner, “Well, finally, some good news.” She pulled back a stray hair and tucked it back into her French bun, patting the rest as she attempted to hide her concern.

“Tell them about the neutrality,” Bex said.

The air in the room changed, humming and restless. Everyone shifted in their seats as they waited—not because of what I might say, but because everyone but Mom could feel the Others concentrating around the house, even more than usual.

“That’s enough for me for one day,” Grandmother said, straightening her blazer as she stood. She touched her chest and then nodded to Mom before leaving the room, her heels clicking down the hall to the other side of the house.

“I’m not on your side or anyone’s side. To keep the Balance, I must be for and against Heaven and Hell.”

Mom looked to Bex. “What does that mean?”

“It means that she is a killer of the Others, as we thought. She is also a killer of Archs.”

“Well,” Mom said, fidgeting with her necklace, “Archs don’t break the rules, so this family has nothing to worry about.”

“Technically,” Bex said, “this family was created because of a broken rule. Kind of an important one.”

“So what?” Mom said, breathing out a laugh. “Is she supposed to kill us?”

Bex frowned. “If it threatened the Balance, yes, or she would be struck down.”

Mom swallowed and glanced at me before looking to Dad for comfort.

Ryan sat forward, his backside just barely on the edge of the sofa. “Exactly what threatens the Balance?”

Dad took in a deep breath. “Humans are not to be influenced.”

Ryan shrugged. “So, wouldn’t that mean the Bible threatens the Balance?”

Dad shook his head. “No. Only actions by the Others or Archs. Direct supernatural interference is forbidden. That is why these things aren’t rampant.”

“These things?” I asked.

Dad’s expression turned somber. “Why prayers aren’t always answered, Eden. Cancer, genocide, war. When help arrives just a few minutes too late. Archs are guardians, not superheroes. They are bound by rules, and this is why people aren’t always saved. It’s the same reason possession doesn’t occur as frequently as a demon would like. It’s all the Balance. There are rules in play, and disobeying means death.” Dad looked at me. “And Eden is now the watchdog.”

“I wasn’t before?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. You haven’t had to be. Something has changed. Maybe Levi’s decision has been a catalyst. I’ll keep researching with Bex. You have a specific purpose.”

Mom stood, her body between my father and me. “This is our daughter you’re referring to, Jared. She’s not a sacrificial lamb. She’s our baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Dad said. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Eli said something else,” I said.

They all turned their heads in my direction.

“He said
now
that I’m in human form. He wouldn’t clarify, but I don’t think this is my first rodeo.”

“So …” Ryan looked to Dad. “She’s lived before?”

Dad frowned. “Or she’s always existed.”

Ryan made a face. “What does that mean?”

Bex squeezed my hand. “That she knew Dad before we did.”

That thought brought a smile to everyone’s face.

“So … now what?” Mom asked, twisting her wedding ring around her finger.

I let go of Bex’s hand and stood up next to her. “We’ll continue, despite what we know, like we’ve always done.” I covered her arms with mine, hugging her tight.