Beauty Awakened(The second book in the Angels of the Dark series)A novel by Gena Showalter
First, to my amazing new editor, Emily Ohanjanians, for taking me on and not vomiting when I explained my process.
To Marie, who takes care of me in so many ways!
To my mom and dad, for answering every single one of my book-related calls and never saying, This again? But we went over it yesterdayfor an hour.
To my agent Deidre Knight, for always having my back. Even when I say things like Soheres what I want to do next.
To Jia Gayles, for always being willing to help with promos.
And to Jill Monroe, for too many reasons to list.
God is good. All the time, God is good.
PROLOGUE
SEVEN-YEAR-OLD KOLDO sat as quietly as possible in the corner of the bedroom. His mother was brushing her hair, lovely dark ringlets spun with threads of the purest gold. She perched in front of the vanity, humming softly but excitedly, her smiling, freckled image reflected in an oval mirror. He couldnt help but watch her, fascinated.
Cornelia was one of the most beautiful creatures ever created. Everyone always said so. Her eyes were the palest violet, edged by lashes the same brown-and-gold mix as her hair. Her lips were heart-shaped, and her pale skin glowed as brightly as the sun.
With Koldos inky hair, dark eyes and deeply bronzed skin, he looked nothing like her. The only thing they had in common was their wings, and perhaps that was why he was so proud of the glittering white feathers cushioned by plush, amber down. They were his one redeeming feature.
Her humming suddenly ceased.
Koldo gulped.
Youre staring at me, she snapped, all hint of her smile gone.
He cast his gaze to the floor, as she preferred. Sorry, Momma.
I told you not to call me that. She slammed the brush onto the marble counter. Are you so foolish that youve already forgotten?
No, he replied softly. Everyone lauded her sweetness and gentleness as much as her beauty, and they were right to do so. She was generous with her praise and kind to everyone who approached hereveryone but Koldo. Hed always experienced a very different side of her. No matter what he did or said, she found fault. And yet, still he loved her with all of his heart. Hed only ever wanted to please her.
Hideous little creature, she mumbled as she stood, the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle drifting from her. The purple fabric of her robe danced at her ankles, the jewels sewn into the hem sparkling in the light. Just like your father.
Koldo had never met his father, had only ever heard about the man.
Evil.
Disgusting.
Repulsive.
Im having friends over, she said, flicking her hair over one shoulder. Youre to stay up here. Do you understand?
Yes. Oh, yes. He understood. If anyone caught sight of him, she would be embarrassed by his ugliness. She would rage. He would suffer.
She peered at him for a long while. Finally she growled, I should have drowned you in the bathtub when you were too young to fight back, and stomped from the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
The rejection cut bone deep, and he wasnt sure why. Shed said far worse countless times before.
Just love me, Momma. Please.
Maybe...maybe she couldnt. Not yet. Hope unfurled in his chest, and he raised his chin. Maybe he hadnt done enough to prove himself. Maybe if he did something special for her, she would finally realize he was nothing like his father. Maybe if he cleaned her room...and had a bouquet of fresh flowers waiting for her...and sang a song as she drifted to sleep... Yes! She would hug and kiss him in thanks, the way she often hugged and kissed the servants children.
Excited, Koldo folded the blankets he used for his pallet on the floor and jumped to his feet. He darted through the room, picking up the discarded robes and sandals, then fluffed the pillows strewn around the center rug, where Cornelia liked to relax and read.
He ignored the wall of weaponsthe whip, the daggers and the swordsand straightened the items on the vanity: the brush, the bottles of perfume, the creams for his mothers skin and the pungent-smelling liquid she liked to drink. He polished every necklace, bracelet and ring in her jewelry box.
By the time he finished, the room and everything in it glistened as though brand-new. He grinned, pleased with his efforts. She would appreciate all that hed donehe just knew it.
Now for the flowers.
Cornelia wanted him to stay here, and had he promised to obey her, he would have. But he hadnt promised. Hed told her only that he understood her desires. Besides, this was for her, all for her, and no one would see him. He would make sure of it.
He strode to the balcony, pushed open the double doors. Cool night air wafted over him. The palace was situated in a far realm of the lower heavens, neighbored by thousands of stars twinkling from an infinite expanse of black velvet. The moon was bright and high, a mere sliver curved into two upward points.
The moon was smiling at him.
Encouraged, Koldo stepped to the balconys ledge. There was no railing, allowing his toes to curl over the side. He flared his wings to their full length, the action bringing a cascade of joy. He loved flying through the sky, soaring up and zipping down, rolling through the clouds, chasing birds.
His mother knew nothing of this. You are never to use your wings, shed announced the day theyd begun to sprout from his back. Hed planned to heed the command, he had, but then, one day, shed been screaming about how much she despised him, and hed climbed to the roof so that she wouldnt have to gaze upon his ugly face. His misery had distracted him and hed fallen down, down, dooown.
Just before landing, hed flared the previously unused appendages and managed to slow his momentum. Hed crawled away with a shattered arm and leg, broken ribs, a punctured lung and a fractured ankle. Eventually, hed healedand hed next jumped on purpose. Hed been addicted to the feel of the breeze on his skin, in his hair, and had craved more.
Now, in the present, he dived headfirst. The air slapped at him, and he had to swallow his whoop of satisfaction. The freedom...the slight edge of danger...the rush of warmth and strength... He would never get enough. Just before impact, he straightened and leveled out, his wings catching the current. He landed softly, his feet already in motion.
One step, two, three, annnd he was a mile into the forest. Not because he was fastthough he wasbut because he could do something his mother and the other Sent Ones hed seen could not. He could move from one place to another with only a thought.
Hed discovered the ability a few months ago. At first, hed only been able to whisk a yard, then two, but every day he managed to go a little farther than before. All he had to do was calm his emotions and concentrate.
At last he reached the stretch of wildflowers hed found the last time hed broken the rules and left the palace. He plucked the prettiest from the ground, the petals the perfect shade of lavender, reminding him of his mothers eyes. He brought them to his nose, sniffed. The mouthwatering aroma of coconut clung to him, and his grin returned.
If Cornelia asked where hed gotten the bouquet, well, he would tell her the truth. He refused to lie, even to save himself from a punishment. Not only because other Sent Ones could taste when another being liedunlike himbut also because lies were the language of the demons, and demons were almost as evil as his father.
His mother would appreciate Koldos honesty. Surely.
Hands full of moist green stalks, he sprinted out of the forest and leaped into the atmosphere, going higher and higher, his feathers ruffling in the wind, the muscles in his back straining in the most delightful way. Up and down his wings glided. His heart thundered in his chest as he landed on the balcony and peeked through the doorway. There was no sign of his mother.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he entered the room. He emptied Cornelias favorite vase of old, dried flowers, then added the new and watered the stems. He returned to his place in the corner, folded his legs and waited.
Hours passed.
More hours passed.
By the time the hinges squeaked to signal the door was being opened, his eyelids were heavy, his eyes as dry and scratchy as sandpaper, but hed managed to stay awake and now jolted to eager attention.
A soft fall of footsteps. A pause.
What did you do? his mother gasped. She spun, taking in every inch of the bedroom.
I made it better for you. Love me. Please.
A sharp inhalation of breath before she stomped over, stopping just in front of him and glaring down with fiery hatred. How dare you! I liked my things the way they were.
Disappointment nearly crushed him, so heavily did it settle in his chest. Once again hed failed her. Im sorry.
Where did you get the ambrosia? Even as she spoke, her gaze jerked to the double doors leading to the balcony. You flew, didnt you?
Only a beat of hesitation before he admitted, Yes.
At first, she gave no reaction. Then she squared her shoulders, an action of determination. You think you can disobey me and never suffer any consequences. Is that it?
No. I just
Liar! she shouted. Her palm smacked against his cheek, the force of the impact propelling him into the wall. Youre just like your father, doing what you want, when you want, no matter how anyone else feels about the matter, and Im not going to tolerate this behavior anymore.
Im sorry, he repeated, trembling.
Believe me, you will be. She grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. He didnt struggle, allowing her to toss him onto the bed, on his stomach, and tie his wrists and ankles to the posts.
Another whipping, he thought, not allowing himself to beg for mercy she wouldnt show. He would hurt, but he would heal. He knew that for a fact. Hed earned a thousand other punishments just like this one, but hed always recovered. Physically, at least. Inside, his heart would bleed for years to come.
His mother selected a blade from the wall, ignoring the whip she normally wielded.
She was going to...kill him?
Finally Koldo tugged and twisted, but he wasnt strong enough to fight his way free. Im sorry. Im really sorry. Ill never again clean your room, I promise. Ill never again leave it.
You think thats the problem? Oh, you foolish boy. The truth is, I cant let you loose. Youre tainted by your fathers vile blood. The fire in her eyes had spread to the rest of her features, creating a wild, crazed expression. Ill be doing the world a favor by limiting your ability to travel.
No. No! Dont, Momma. Please, dont. He couldnt lose his wings. He just couldnt. He would rather die. Please.
I told you not to call me by that wretched name! she screeched.
Panic caused little crystals of ice to form in his blood. Ill never do it again, I promise. Just...please, dont do this. Please.
I must.
You can take my legs. Just take my legs!
And make you dependent on me the rest of your life? No. A slow grin lifted the corners of her lips. I should have done this a long time ago.
A second later, she struck.
Koldo screamed and screamed and screamed...until his voice broke and his strength drained. Until he saw his beautiful wings on the floor, the feathers now soaked in his blood.
Until he could only close his eyes and pray for death.
There, now. Hush. Its done, she said almost gently. You lost what you did not deserve.
This was a dream, surely. His mother was not so cruel. No one could be so cruel.
Soft, warm lips pressed into his tearstained cheek, and the jasmine and honeysuckle of her scent overshadowed what remained of the coconut. Ill hate you forever, Koldo, she whispered into his ear. Theres nothing you can do to change that.
No, not a dream. Reality.
His new reality.
His mother was far worse than cruel.
I dont want to change it, he said, his chin quivering. Not anymore.
A tinkling laugh escaped her. Is that anger I hear? Well, well. Youre already more like your father than I knew. Perhaps its time you met him. After a moments pause, she added, Yes, in the morning, Ill take you to your fathers people. Youll realize just how good Ive been to youif you survive.
CHAPTER ONE
In a world of darkness, the smallest light is a beacon.
Present Day
KOLDO STALKED DOWN the ICU ward of the hospital. He and the warrior with him were hidden from human eyes and protected from human touch. The doctors, nurses, visitors and patients misted through them, completely unaware of the invisible world playing out alongside theirs. A spirit world that had given birth to this natural world, the human world.
A spirit world that was the true reality for all creation.
One day, these humans would discover just how exact that statement really was. Their bodies would die, their spirits would riseor descendand they would begin to understand the natural world was fleeting, the spiritual eternal.
Eternal. Just like Koldos irritation seemed to be. He didnt want to be here among the humans, on yet another silly mission, and he really didnt like his companion, Axel. But his new leader, Zacharel, wanted him busy, distracted, for he suspected Koldo teetered on the verge of breaking a heavenly law.
Zacharel wasnt wrong.
After everything Koldo had endured in his fathers camp...after escaping and spending centuries searching for his mother, Koldo had finally found herand locked her inside a cage in one of his many homes.
So, yes. Koldo teetered. But he wouldnt ever cause the woman irrevocable harm. He wouldnt even lower himself to break one of her nails. For now, he simply hoped to teach her the horror of being trapped by circumstance, as she had taught him. As she was still teaching him.
Later, he would... He wasnt sure. He no longer liked to consider the future.
Because of his abhorrence of Cornelia, Koldo had landed in the Army of Disgrace. It was a terrible name for such a choice defensive force, but it was one that fit nonetheless. The members were the worst of the worst, the baddest of the bad...male and female Sent Ones who were in danger of damnation.
For various reasons, all twenty soldiers had ignored prized heavenly laws. They were meant to love, but they hated. They were to help others, but they really only hurt. They were to build up, but they only ever tore down.
Three months ago, the members had been given one year to mend their wicked ways, or they would be stripped of their abilities and kicked into hell.
Koldo would do whatever was necessary to keep that from happeningeven deny himself true vengeance. He refused to lose the only home hed ever known.
Axel grabbed him by the arm, stopping him. Dude! Did you see the meat bags on that girl?
And there was reason number one why Koldo had a problem working with Axel. Could you be any more disgusting? He jerked from the warriors hold, contact with another not something he enjoyed.
Yeah, Axel said with an irreverent grin. I could. But someone, and I wont say your name, K, my man, needs to get his mind out of the gutter. I wasnt talking about her chesticles.
Koldo ran his tongue over his teeth. What, then?
Hello. Her demons. Look.
His gaze slid to the room at his right. The door had been in the process of closing and now clicked shut, blocking the occupant from view. Too late.
Its only too late when youre dead. Come on. You gotta see this. Axel strode forward and ghosted through the entrance.
Koldos hands curled into fists, and he battled the urge to punch a wall. They had a mission, and distractions only extended their time in a place crawling with demons laughing at the pain the humans suffered and whispering into the ears of anyone who would listen.
Cant survive, they said. Theres no hope. And these humans...so many were puppets, with clawed hands tugging at their strings. If they failed to fight back, they would become casualties in a war between good and evil, either in this life or after death. One way or another.
Thats just the way things worked.
The Most High ruled the heavens. He was actually a sacred trinity consisting of the Merciful One, the Anointed One and the Mighty One, and He was the King of kings, His word law. He had appointed several underlings throughout the skies. Germanusor Deity, as some of Koldos kind called him, referring to a title, nothing morewas one of those underlings. A king answerable to the King.
Germanus led the Elite SevenZacharel, Lysander, Andrian, Gabek, Shalilah, Luanne, Svanaand each of those seven led an army of Sent Ones. Zacharel, for instance, led the Army of Disgrace.
Sent Ones looked just like angels, but they werent actually angels. Not in the sense the world knew, at least. Yes, Sent Ones were winged. Yes, they waged war against evil and helped humans, but in actuality, they were the adopted children of the Most High, their lives tethered to His. He was the source of their power, the essence of their very existence.
Like humans, Sent Ones battled the desires of the flesh. They experienced lust, greed, envy, rage, pride, hate, despair. Angels, in actuality, were servants and messengers of the Most High. They experienced none of those things.
Mind on the mission.
Koldo straightened his spine. Zacharel had tasked him and Axel with killing a specific demon here at the hospital. The demon had made the mistake of tormenting a patient who knew about the spiritual world around him, a male who had called upon the aid of the Most High.
The Most High was love personified, willing to help anyone who asked. Sometimes angels were dispatched, sometimes Sent Ones. Sometimes both, depending on the situation and the skills needed. This time, Koldo and Axel had been chosen. They had been nearby, headed to a training session, when Zacharels voice had whispered through their minds, imparting instructions.
Axel peeked his head through the center of the door and said, Dude! Youre missing it!
The person in that room is not our
Grinning, the warrior once again disappeared.
Assignment, Koldo finished to no one but himself. His anger intensified.
Control yourself.
He could move on and fight the demon he was supposed to fight, no problem, but according to Zacharels orders, he wasnt to proceed without his partner.
Grinding his teeth, he marched forward. He slipped through the iron obstruction without any difficulty, stopped and glanced around. The room was small, with multiple machines attached to the motionless blonde female on the bed. A redheaded female sat next to her, chatting easily.
The redhead had no idea there were two demons standing behind her, pretending not to see the Sent Ones in the room.
Two of the guys in my office got to arguing about who could run faster, she said, and soon bets were flying.
Her voice had a whispery quality, as if filled with smoke and dreams, and it settled over Koldo like warm honey. And yet, with the soothing came a tensing. Every muscle in his body knotted up, as if preparing for war. He...wanted to fight such a delicate human? But why? Who was she?
I felt as if I was standing in the middle of a stock exchange or something.
Laughter bubbled from her, such beautiful laughter, pure, with nothing held back. The kind hed never experienced himself.
They decided to race in the parking lot instead of have lunch, and the loser had to eat whatevers in the plastic bowl in the break room fridge. The one thats been in there for over a month and is now black. I heard the cheers as I was pulling out of the lot, but I didnt get to see who won.
Wistful now. Why?
You would have voted for Blaine, Im sure. Hes only five-nine, so he wouldnt tower over you too badly, and he has the cutest blue eyes. Not that his looks have anything to do with his speed, but I know you, and I know you would have wanted him to win regardless. Youve always been a sucker for baby blues.
He could only see the top half of her, but judging by the fragility of her bone structure, she was a tiny thing. Her features were plain, her skin as pale as porcelain, and her eyes as gray as a winter storm. Her mass of strawberry hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the ends curling all the way to her elbow.
There was an air of fatigue surrounding her, and yet, there was a sparkle in those winter eyes.
A sparkle the demons behind her would soon snuff out.
He forced his attention on the pair. One was posted at her left and one was posted at her right, and both had a proprietary hand on her shoulder. They were Koldos size, with dark, pupilless eyes that reminded him of bottomless pits. Lefty had a single horn protruding from the center of his forehead, and crimson scales rather than flesh. Righty had two thick horns rising from his scalp, and dark, matted fur.
There were many different types of demons, and they came in all different shapes and sizes. From the first of their kind, the fallen archangel Lucifer, to the viha, the paura, the násilí, the slecht, the grzech, the pică and the envexa. And sadly, many more. Each sought the destruction of mankindone man at a time, if necessary.
Amid the types of demons, there were ranks. Righty was a top-of-the-line paura, and all about fear. Lefty was a top-of-the-line grzech, and all about sickness.
Demons liked to attach themselves to humans and, through whispers and deceit, infect them with a toxin that caused their anxiety levels to spike, in the case of the paura, and the immune system to weaken, in the case of the grzech. Then, the demons fed off the ensuing panic and upset, weakening the humans further and making them easy targets for destruction.
The girl must have been a veritable buffet.
Just how sick was she?
Lefty gave up trying to ignore Axel and glared at him as he danced around, slapping his face and saying, Im hittin you, Im hittin you, whatre you gonna do about it, huh, huh? in the good-ole-country-boy accent he sometimes liked to use.
Koldo despised demons with every ounce of his being. No matter their type or rank, they were thieves, killers and slayers, just like his fathers people. They left chaos and confusion in their wake. They ruined. And this pair wouldnt leave the girl unless forcedbut even then she could welcome others.
His chest burned as he switched his focus to the girl on the bed. But...his gaze lasered through the wrinkled cover, the thin hospital gown, and even skin and muscle. What he saw astonished him.
To him, the blonde was now as transparent as glass, granting him a glance at the demon that had wormed its way inside her body. A grzech, different from the one plaguing the redhead. This one had tentacles that stretched through the blondes mind and into her heart, draining the life from her.
The Most High often blessed Sent Ones with specific supernatural abilities during difficult situations, things like this X-ray vision, as hed heard others call it. Until now, Koldo had never experienced anything like it. Why here? Why now? Why this girl and not the other?
The questions were overshadowed a second later, when, in the blink of an eye, Koldo learned exactly how this had happened to her, the information seeming to download straight into his brain.
Born at twenty-six weeks, the blonde and her redheaded twin had struggled to survive the heart defects theyd been born with. Multiple surgeries were needed, and both almost died countless timeseach time nullifying any progress made. Throughout the years, their parents had become fond of saying, You have to keep yourself calm or youll have another heart attack.
Innocent words meant to aid the pairor so it seemed.
Words were one of the most powerful forces knownor unknownto man. The Most High had created this world with His words. And humans, who had been fashioned in His image, could direct the entire course of their lives with their words, their mouths as the rudder on a ship, as the bridle on a horse. They produced with their words. They destroyed with their words.
Eventually the blonde had come to believe the slightest rise in her emotions would indeed cause another painful heart attack, and with her belief, fear had sparked to life.
Fearthe beginning of doom, for heavenly law stated that what a person feared would come upon them. In the blondes case, the fear had come upon her in the form of the grzech. Shed caught his notice, and shed been such an easy target.
First, the demon breathed his toxin into her ear, whispering destructive suggestions.
Your heart could stop at any moment.
Oh, the pain...its unbearable. You cant live through that again.
This time, the doctors may not be able to revive you.
Demons knew human eyes and ears were a doorway to the mind, and the mind was a doorway to the spirit. So, when the blonde had entertained the terrible suggestions, constantly rolling them through her mind, the fear had multiplied and become a poisoned truth, causing her defenses to crumble, allowing the demon to slink inside her, create a stronghold and destroy her from the inside out.
She had indeed had another heart attack, and the necessary organ had weakened beyond what human medicine could repair.
Did the Most High want Koldo to help her, even though she wasnt his current mission? Was that what this unveiling was about?
Sighing, the redhead leaned back in her chair, returning Koldos attention to her. Once again, he saw flesh and blood rather than spirit. The Most Highs gift hadnt extended to her.
He didnt have time to wonder why. A waft of cinnamon and vanilla hit him, quickly followed by the sickening scent of sulfur. A scent the girl would not be able to shed, as long as the demons stayed with her.
Its about time for me to go, she said, rubbing at the back of her neck as if the muscles were knotted. Ill let you know who won that race, La La.
Did she have any idea that evil weighed her down and stalked her every move?
Did she know she was full of demon toxin, just like her sister? That, if she didnt fight, she would end up in the same circumstance, the demons worming their way inside her body?
Koldo could kill Lefty and Righty, but again, other demons would sense what easy prey she was and attack her. As unknowledgeable as she clearly was, she would surrender again.
For any kind of long-term success, he would have to teach her to wage war against the toxin. But to do so, he would need her cooperation and time. Cooperation she may not give. Time she may not have. But...maybe she was the one the Most High wanted him to help. Maybe Koldo was to save the redhead from the blondes fate.
Either way, the choice to aid heror notwas Koldos. Germanus and Zacharel might issue orders, but not the Most High. Not even when He revealed a truth. He never overrode free will.
You want in on this, buddy? Axel asked him, continuing to slap at the now-snarling demons behind the redhead. Cause Im about to take things up a notch.
A notch above annoying is merely irritating, he said, inwardly fuming because he already knew he was going to pick the mission. Survival always came first.
Why was he fuming, anyway? He liked the sound of the girls voiceso what? Who was she to him? No one. Why should he care about her and her future?
We have a duty, he added. Lets see to it.
Immediately guilt attempted to rise. No matter who she wasor wasnthe was cold and callous to leave her to such an evil end, wasnt he? His father would have made the same choice. His mother would have He wasnt sure what she would have done. She still seemed to love everyone but Koldo.
Ah, come on, hoss, Axel said. Stop and play, thats my motto.
You come on, he called to Axel. Now! Before he changed his mind.