Esher (Guardians of Hades Series Book 3)
Felicity Heaton
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water, Esher was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.
Felicity Heaton
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water, Esher was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.
Together
with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from
daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land,
striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Tormented by his past,
Esher burns with hatred towards mortals and bears a grudge against Hades for
forcing him into their world, condemning him to a life of battling to keep a
fragile hold on his darker side—a side that wants to kill every human in the
name of revenge.
Until he
finds himself stepping in to save a female—a beautiful mortal filled with light
and laughter who draws him to her as fiercely as the pull of the moon, stirring
conflict in his heart and rousing dangerous needs long forgotten.
Aiko
knows from the moment she sets eyes on the black-haired warrior that he is no
ordinary man, just as she’s no ordinary woman. Blessed with a gift, she can see
through his stormy façade to the powerful god beneath, and the pain and
darkness that beats inside him—pain she grows determined to heal as she falls deeper
under his spell and into his world.
When the
daemon bent on turning Esher against his brothers makes her move, will Esher
find the strength to overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of
revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, transforming him into
a god intent on destroying the world?
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Esher drew his hand away from his right
side and frowned at the blood coating his palm. It caught the light of the
narrow signs that jutted out from each building, running their entire height to
mark what was on each floor, and reflected white, red and yellow back at him.
The wound would heal rapidly, not like the
wraith wound, but he would have to conserve his strength until it had knitted
back together, which meant he couldn’t teleport home. Stepping, as he and his
brothers called it, would drain him, and it was only just gone one in the
morning, meaning there were still another four or five hours of darkness in
which another daemon could attempt to find the gate.
Or a Hellspawn, one of the accepted species
in his father’s eyes and one allowed to enter the Underworld via the gates,
could call on him to open it.
So, he would have to do the unthinkable.
Public transport.
He ground his molars and reached into the
breast pocket of his shirt, tugged the tiny headphones out and jammed them into
his ears. Instantly, the soothing melody of Bach filled him, swamping the song
of the rain and the grating noise of Tokyo.
Esher took a few deep breaths, giving the
beautiful classical piece time to do its work, and then trudged forwards, past
the two dead daemons. He didn’t look at the dead mortal as he passed the male,
kept moving onwards on auto-pilot, slowly constructing a wall of calm inside
himself, a barrier that would shut the world out and allow him to venture down
into the train station and tolerate the presence of the mortals as they
surrounded him.
Crowded him.
As the strings rose, he spotted the
airplane-wing canopy that stretched above the central entrance of Tokyo
station, extending from the glass skyscraper to its right. Clouds swirled
around the top of the towering structure, glowing yellow from the city lights.
The rain continued to pour, soothing Esher as much as the music, but as he
approached the entrance and the number of mortals rose, hurrying to catch the
last trains, his grip on calm began to weaken.
He could do this.
He balled his right hand into a fist, and
grimaced as the cut across his forearm stung as his muscles flexed beneath it,
a flash of fire that tested him. He breathed deep, letting the flare of
irritation fade without affecting his mood.
He was calm. In control.
Calm. Control.
Esher breathed through it, steeled himself
and moved forwards, avoiding the busier paths into the building.
It was only a short trip. Barely fifteen
minutes. He could do this.
A mortal female passed close to him and he
tensed, his breath seizing in his throat as he leaned to avoid her even though
she was more than ten feet away.
Breathe.
Calm. Control.
Keras would fucking kill him if he lost his
shit and caused a bloodbath. His oldest brother had lectured him more than once
about playing nice around the weak little mortals. By the gods, he tried. He
could almost tolerate them now. He had even managed to speak with some when he
was feeling strong, able to cope with breathing the same air as them.
But he wasn’t feeling strong.
The coppery odour of blood clouded his
senses, tugging at his memories, and it was hard to keep them shut out, to hold
the wall of calm in place.
He shoved the bloodied fingers of his right
hand through the longer lengths of his black hair, pushing the damp strands out
of his face, and scrubbed at the shorter sides.
He could do this.
He took another step towards the building,
a pressing sense of urgency building inside him and driving him to move as he
picked up the warning over the public-address system. It was last train time.
Now or never.
He froze as a male passed him, flicking a
glance his way that turned into a double-take before he pivoted on his heel and
hurried away from the station.
Esher touched his face, drew his hand away
and looked at his fingers. Black smeared their pads. Daemon blood.
He huffed, grabbed the handkerchief he
always kept in the back pocket of his dark blue jeans and wiped the blood away,
scrubbing his neck and face, and then his hand to clear it of both daemon and
his own blood.
It took barely a second for the blood to
roll back down to his fingers. He buttoned his coat to hide the crimson stain
on his shirt, tugged the sleeve back and wrapped the handkerchief around his
forearm, covering the wound there. It would have to do.
The last of the mortals ran into the
building ahead of him.
Esher strode towards it, his left hand
closing over his right side again as the wound below his ribs burned. He
pressed hard against it, stopping the flow of blood down his side, and trudged
forwards, moving as quickly as he could manage.
The lights inside the station stung his
eyes and he lowered his head, letting the hand-length ribbons of his black hair
fall forwards over his brow to shield them. He kept his head bent as he hurried
past the closed shops towards the Yamanote Line. It would stop at Yoyogi Park
and he could walk from there. The streets in that neighbourhood would be quiet.
Unlike the immense room around him.
Someone almost ran into him as they rushed
towards the ticket barriers, and he bared his teeth at their back. Keras would
have to forgive him if someone bumped him, because he wasn’t sure he had the
strength to stop himself from hurting them.
It was leaking from him as he passed his
bloodied right hand over the card reader on the barrier, using his abilities to
force it to open for him. It swung open and he passed through, scanned the area
ahead of him and spotted the sign for the line. It was further than he
remembered. He was going to have to use a little bit of power to make it to the
train.
Not stepping. Just running.
He clutched his side and sprinted, passing
the mortals with ease, and reached the platform just as the last train pulled
in. He boarded at the first door, and moved down through the carriages until he
found one that was quiet.
The seats near the next car were empty, so
he slumped into them, arranging himself in a way that put off the mortals who
were eyeing the spot beside him. He looked at his bloodied hand, felt a few
mortals glancing there too, and then moving away. He was tempted to wipe it on
his jacket, but since it was acting as a nice deterrent, he kept it on show.
Another barrier to keep the mortals at bay.
He couldn’t believe he had been reduced to
using public transport. He eyed a few of the humans, issuing glares to the
braver ones who looked as if they might chance it and sit beside him on the
three-seater bench. Wretched creatures. The wall of calm cracked a little, and
he drew in a deep breath. Mistake. His right ribs protested, a sharp pain
echoing along them from the wound, worsening his mood and adding a few more
cracks to the wall.
He closed his eyes as the train pulled
away, meaning to shut out the crowded carriage so he could claw back the calm.
Not meaning to fall asleep.
He woke with a jolt as the train rounded a
bend, and his black eyebrows pinched in a frown as he swept his blue gaze
around the carriage. It was almost empty.
“Fuck,” he muttered and peered out of the
window, trying to see where he was as he silently berated himself for
succumbing to sleep around so many humans. They weren’t to be trusted. Fuck
knew how many of them might have taken the opportunity to kill him if they had
known what he was.
Building after building whizzed past
outside, none of them standing out to him. The damned city looked the same no
matter where he went in it. He rubbed his tired eyes and squinted at the
display screen above the doors. Broken. Just his luck.
Had he missed his stop?
He looked at the two people in his carriage,
assessing them, and then squeezed his hand over his side as he leaned forwards
and looked to his left, into the next one. Five people in that one, none of
them a threat.
He leaned back into the padded seat.
A shriek rose from his left.
Esher edged forwards again and glared into
the next carriage. A petite raven-haired female with bunches and a fringe that
cut a straight line above her eyebrows swatted at a male with her black
backpack. Her thick-soled patent leather shoes skidded on the floor of the car
as she swung again, causing her short black dress to rise up and reveal the
tops of her stripy black and white stockings.
A little Lolita with a vicious streak.
Or a terrified little Lolita.
He canted his head, trying to figure out
which one it was, and growing increasingly annoyed and disgusted with everyone
in her carriage as they all pretended not to notice her plight.
“Chikan!” Pervert.
A public transport one in particular.
The male grabbed her again, snapping his
hand tight around her delicate wrist.
Still no one moved to help her.
Why the fuck was he forced to protect a
people who cared nothing about their own kind? No Hellspawn or god would
tolerate this female’s cries.
She battered the male again, but the
bastard pulled her towards him, undeterred.
Esher growled and shoved to his feet, not
pausing to consider what he was about to do.
He was going to save a human for the first
time in his life.
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