“Oh, I shall teach you true humble—”

“Turn him!” Dekalon leaned into me, his voice dripping with venom. “Turn him twice.”

Fire engulfed me.

Agony scraped over my mind one degree at a time until I returned from the flames with a growl. “Oh, you foolish mortal. I shall—”

“Keep turning him!”

Blazing, burning, biting flames peeled away barely mended skin, chewing down to flesh still raw and sore. Spin after spin, the torment continued, and death passed me with each one. The air bittered further until, with a nauseating whiff, the mind-numbing stench of ash infiltrated the disfigured leftovers of my nose.

My mind shriveled, collapsing into madness as I gagged and choked on the stench of my charred flesh. I dug my teeth into my tongue until blood seasoned my gums and the organ severed between my clenching bite.

Oh, I would kill him.

I would kill them all!

Many turns later, when my taste of smell had long abandoned me, along with my vision, the wheel stalled once more. Slow footsteps tapped here and there, followed by the high priest’s voice.

“By Helfa, he bit off his tongue. Say something, King of Flesh and Bone. Threaten me while the blood slobbers from the gaps between your teeth.” A chuckle. “Oh… you no longer have much of a tongue for threats. You cannot fathom my hatred for you and the chaos you left in this world after you abandoned us.” His blurred outline appeared in front of me. “People had nobody to pray to; nothing to hope for but endless wandering. Only with the help of Helfa were the temples able to save us from falling into a darkest age.”

I strained my neck, lifting my new eyes to his as I tried curling my reshaped tongue. “Your gosh’a lie.”

His imperious laugh fanned the rage in my blood. “True enough for the people since it got you captured, as the high priests had hoped we would someday. They built a prison strong enough to keep you contained until we burned the last tree, the last dried piece of pig shit.” Lifting the hem of his robes, he squatted before me. “This world only has room for one god.”

“Agreed.”

He scoffed. “You think yourself so superior, yet you’ve failed to escape the soldier’s ambush.”

To save my wife.

I could have overwhelmed them, but not without putting her at risk of getting injured or worse. Pain, torture, cuts… I would suffer a million flames to ensure her safety—I had vowed as much. Ada had vowed to return to my side should we get separated, offering me a source of strength. I would escape this.

Dekalon scrunched up his nose. “An immortal charred black.”

“A temporary predicament,” I said, letting powdered bone rise and settle between the stones where the mortar had crumbled. “Unlike your punishment. That will be eternal. Let your mind think of my words, mortal. I shall offer up corpses to have your soul bound once the time comes.”

His brow lifted. “You speak in riddles.”

“I leave the riddles to my brother.”

Now his brows knitted in all their mortal ignorance, his mind so unassuming about things far greater than he could possibly comprehend. Oh, how blessed my brothers were in being ignored by mortals, for I was the physical embodiment and its ability to suffer pain.

“Your Highness,” the armed mortal beside us urged, gesturing the man with the bellow to feed the flames higher once more, sending plumes of smoke to the arched ceiling. “The fire. We need to turn him.”

“Ah, yes, turn me.”

Up I went, the itch along my skin unbearable, my scalp tingling where my hair grew back. Then I went down, diving into the sweltering heat of the biting flames. The moment I emerged, I focused on the remnants of the dead. Powdered bone, painstakingly brought here over the course of excruciating days, shaped into a first spike—

“Enosh.”

At the sound of my true name, the spike settled in the crack between rock, and dust rilled onto the stone floor. My pulse quickened. What an unexpected surprise.

“It is your name, is it not?” A smirk tugged on Dekalon’s mouth. “The priest who wed you wrote it in the book of bindings, along with your identity. Your wife is beautiful, from what I heard. Adelaide, correct?”

Book of bindings.

My molars ground together until they ached. “Mortals and their damned customs.”

“Wherever might your wife be, Enosh?” When I said nothing, he sighed. “I had a wife once, many years before I stepped onto Helfa’s path. Hilde. No woman in the village made better pie than her. The secret’s in the browned butter, she used to say. She died during childbirth… on a full moon.” He smacked his lips and slowly shook his head. “Seeing her go pale and lifeless was terrible to witness. Worse was how she then got up and scratched at the door, pacing bowlegged with my child stuck between her legs. I daresay heartbreak such as this ought to drive a man insane. Leave him in the fire for a bit.”

Panic stitched through my chest.

Flames wrapped me in agony until my screams died away in my throat. They devoured all thought, all nerves, all senses, reducing my existence to nothing but pain that no immortal should survive. I needed this to stop. I needed to get back to my wife.

When the fire finally retreated, I couldn’t feel my body anymore, couldn’t think past the fury clouding my mind and this all-consuming need for my wife. Wicked, wayward mortals.

A ringing started in my ears or whatever was left of them, which soon took on the sound of words. “—wife might have escaped to the um… what did the scriptures call it? The Pale Court? With its master gone, perhaps we may finally enter. Maybe she’ll even do us the favor and come out at some point.”

No, Ada was no fool. She would stay inside the safety of our home. But what then, once food became scarce and her only servant rotted away while my wife succumbed to age? A strange sensation came over my heart, like an odd beat of caution that didn’t quite fit its usual cadence.

Out. I needed out of here.

“Oh, how your eyes widened for a moment, even as they rolled in their sockets.” Dekalon leaned over, letting his whisper drill into my mind. “Several soldiers reported having seen you… consummate this union. As we both agreed, this world has no room for two gods, especially not one who breeds. Cut it off!”

Cold dread soaked into my muscles, chilling me to the bone until I was ready to beg for the bellow to hike the flames. Stabbing pain shot into my groin, ripping a scream from me that got stuck halfway up my throat, along with my breath. My back bowed and arched as they cut my manhood away. I trembled with such violence, the entire wheel shook.

“We certainly don’t need three gods, should this woman carry the spawn of the devil,” Dekalon snarled. “Priests across the land are spreading my word. Should this woman ever emerge, people are to bring us the wife of the devil and the spawn she carries in her womb.”

I sought the high priest’s eyes, no matter how mine faded in and out of darkness. “Hear me, m-mortal… your head will g-gr-grace my throne. Your bones w-will serve me for eternity, for I am your god.”

“My god is Helfa,” he said. “Watch and see, Enosh. Watch and see how my god will do his divine duty of keeping the world in line.”

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Chapter 22

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Ada

I wrapped my calloused fingers around the thick rope. With each pull on the line of fish cages, ripples hushed across the water’s surface. My breath rose in billows, more fervently with each strenuous tug against a weight that quickened the pulse in my veins.

Finally!

Rose looked up from where she sat on a boulder, a half-gutted trout in one hand and a knife in the other. “Heavy catch, huh?”