The Demonica Compendium

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Author: Larissa Ione
it was more than exhaustion and a sexual hangover. He was feeling the effects of their broth er's pain ten times stronger than Eidolon was. A couple of times at the pub he'd even collapsed on the ground, writh ing in agony. Roag didn't seem to be affected at all.
    The Harrowgate opened up into a run-down factory district. Low, gray clouds obscured the sky, and smoke billowing from tall stacks turned the autumn air heavy with gloom, as if the very city felt their sibling's misery.
    Eidolon definitely felt it. Now that they were close, his skin tightened to the point of pain, and a throbbing ache settled low in his gut.
    Shade went taut, his head swiveling as he zeroed in on their brother. A heartbeat later, he shot down the street. "This way."
    They moved quickly through a bustling section of town, where street vendors hawked cheap food to the fac tory workers, and when they passed a prostitute hawking her particular brand of wares, Roag stopped.
    "I'll catch up," he said, his Irish accent thick with lust.
    Damn him. Eidolon knew arguing wouldn't do any good, and Shade was already out of sight. With a juicy curse, he jogged ahead. The cavity in Eidolon's chest where brotherly sensation centered grew warmer as they approached a more sparsely populated area. The heat exploded into an inferno when Shade darted through the side door of a building whose faded sign indicated it had been both a textile mill and a brewery.
    Inside, the windows had been covered with tarps and wood, and eight vampires stood around a broken, naked body hanging from the ceiling. Various tools lay scattered like bones on the floor—hammers, blades, pliers. But what froze Eidolon's blood in his veins was the blowtorch one of the male vamps was holding.
    The stench of burning flesh permeated the air.
    Rage nearly turned Eidolon inside out. "You sick bas tards," he snarled, and the vampires spun around.
    The vampire with the blowtorch moved toward them with the slinky grace of a snake, and the others followed. "Who are you?"
    "We're his brothers." Shade seized an overturned chair and smashed it again st the wall. Wood shrapnel show ered them all. Shade snagged one thick shard out of the air and gestured at the bloody demon with his makeshift stake. "And we're only going to ask you once to clear out."
    The vampire laughed. "You're risking your necks to rescue Wraith! Why?"
    Eidolon had never had a problem with vampires... un til now. "Did you miss the brother thing?" He swept up a broken chair leg and tested its weight in his palm. It took e very ounce of restraint he had not to plunge the pointy end into the vampire's heart right then and there.
    "Do not interfere." The lone female vamp eased up next to the big male. "This is a vampire matter—"
    "He's not a vampire," Eidolon bit out, because by now, he'd had it with these assholes.
    "As much as I hate to say it," the male with the blow torch said, "the whelp is a vampire. Leave us. This is your last warning."
    Frowning, Eidolon studied the body swinging from the ceiling. His dermoire was visible under the layers of caked and fresh blood, so this was definitely their brother, and he was definitely a demon. Eidolon had no idea what this madman was talking about, but really, it didn't mat ter. They had come prepared for a battle, and in addition to his chair-leg stake, Eidolon had an arsenal of weapons stashed beneath his long wool coat.
    No doubt these vamps had decades, if not centuries, of experience on Eidolon and Shade, but they weren't com pletely helpless. Shade could scramble anyone's insides with a touch, and Eidolon's Justice Dealer background had given him a unique perspective on pain and injury.
    Wraith's low, drawn-o ut moan drifted through the fac tory like a ghost. Eidolon moved forward. These bastards were going to die.
    Four vampires were dust. Two had run, and two were now hog-tied and propped against the factory wall. One of them was the asshole who had threatened them, but sit ting there,
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