kill people?”
It was hard to believe we were having this conversation at the table where I ate my cereal every morning. It wasn’t that I’d never considered the possibility of ghosts, especially after my mom died. I wanted to imagine her out there somewhere in a better place. But a vengeance spirit possessing my cat and murdering my mom was on a completely different level. And now we were talking demons.
Lukas watched me from across the table, measuring my reactions. “The demon isn’t sending them after just anyone. He wants them to kill specific people. And you’re one of them.”
It didn’t make any sense. “Why me?”
Jared had been pacing the room like a caged animal since we came inside. He stopped and turned to his brother, a silent question passing between them. Lukas nodded, and Jared took something out of his pocket. A tattered sheet of yellowed parchment, the creases so deep it practically fell apart when he unfolded it.
Jared slid the paper across the table. “Have you ever seen this?”
A hand-drawn symbol filled the center of the page. It reminded me of a music stand with two lines curving upward, each capped with a triangle like the devil’s tail. “No.”
“Are you sure?” Jared’s eyes drilled into me.
Of course I was. A basic image composed of three continuous lines wasn’t a stretch with a memory like mine. Not that I was admitting that to them.
I studied the symbol for their benefit. “I’d remember something like that. Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“It’s a seal.” Lukas took the silver coin he’d been toying with earlier out of his pocket. It looked like a quarter, butthe image was different. His fingers rose and fell in a steady rhythm as the coin rolled over them and back again. “Every demon has a unique seal, like a signature. It’s used to summon and command the demon. This one belongs to Andras.”
Now the demon has a name?
Jared reached for the page, and his hand grazed mine. He yanked it away like he was allergic to human contact, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Ever heard of the Illuminati?” Lukas asked.
The name was familiar. They were one of those conspiracy groups featured on the History Channel all the time. “Like the Knights Templar?”
“They were both secret societies, but the Templars fought
for
the Catholic Church, and the Illuminati wanted to destroy it.”
I paused before asking the next question, testing out the words in my mind. There was no way to make them sound right. “What do they have to do with the demon?”
The one I don’t know if I believe in? The one that’s trying to kill me?
“I’ll give you the short version, but it won’t make sense unless I start at the beginning.”
I stayed quiet, encouraging Lukas to continue.
“In 1776, five guys in Bavaria formed the Illuminati. They wanted to take down the governments and churches so they could create some kind of new world order. Theytargeted the Catholic Church and decided that killing the pope would be a good place to start.”
“So they were insane?”
“Pretty much.” Lukas leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “The church formed a secret society of its own—the Legion of the Black Dove. Five excommunicated priests with orders to destroy the Illuminati.”
I wondered if Lukas had seen too many of those documentaries. “Why were they excommunicated?”
“Different reasons.” He gave me an awkward half-smile. “Let’s just say none of them played by the rules.”
“Five people doesn’t sound like much of a legion.”
Jared stopped pacing. “It’s a reference from the Bible. Jesus met a man who was possessed, and he commanded the demon to tell him its name. The demon said, ‘My name is Legion: for we are many.’ ” Jared’s deep voice grew quieter. “The ex-priests called themselves the Legion to remind them of what they were fighting. And of what they had to become in order to win.”
I didn’t know where they