Damned Souls and a Sangria

Book 8: The Guild Codex: Spellbound

by Annette Marie

Genres: Fantasy action & adventure; Dragons & Mythical Creatures; Humorous Fantasy; New Adult & College; Urban Fantasy; Fantasy

Synopsis

Once upon a time, I was your average spunky redhead with the lamest employment history ever, a shaky relationship with my only family member, and no idea what I was doing with my life.



Now, I'm a pseudo mythic with the best bartending job in the world, the most amazing (and hot) best friends I never knew I needed, and a guild of misfit magic-users who've become my extended family.



And I'm about to lose it all.



In my desperation to save Ezra, I stumbled into a web of ruthless deception—and seriously pissed off a sleeping hydra. Now its every murderous head is turned toward me and my guild, and I don't know how to stop it. I'm not sure I can.



I'm not sure anyone can.



But if we don't, we're all doomed—Ezra, Aaron, Kai, and my beloved guild.

Release date: October 2, 2020

Publisher: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.

Print pages: 368

Sample

Chapter 1

I’d never seen the Crow and Hammer this packed yet this silent.

Fifty-one members sat around the pub tables or on stools at the bar, and every face was turned toward the east wall. For some, a fearful shadow lurked in their eyes—the non-combat mythics. In others, a bright spark of expectation—the adrenaline-loving fighters. And in a few, a cautious worry—the wiser, older members who knew this wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t just a meeting. It wasn’t just a job.

Like the rest of my guild, my gaze was fixed on Darius, who stood facing the men and women for whom he’d created a home.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.” His somber words carried across the room. “We have an urgent matter to discuss that will affect every member of this guild.”

Bracing my elbows on my knees, I searched for a hint of his usual quiet amusement. I couldn’t find any.

“Many of you are familiar with the incident eight years ago known as the ‘Enright extermination,’ where eleven demon mages were discovered in Oregon and wiped out by the Keys of Solomon. The Enright demon mages were part of a larger organization called the Court of the Red Queen. For lack of a better term, it is a cult—a demon-worshipping cult.

“Just over a week ago, an investigation undertaken by several of our members uncovered more.” His gaze swept across the room. “The Court of the Red Queen survived the Enright extermination and has been active for the last eight years. Furthermore, the cult has now taken up residence in Vancouver.”

A buzzing whisper sputtered through the room but fell silent as he continued.

“This group is extremely dangerous. Not only are they adept at hiding in plain sight, but their members include summoners and contractors with no regard for MPD regulations. And as demonstrated in Oregon, they know how to create demon mages. If the cult is in Vancouver, that means, in all likelihood, there are demon mages in Vancouver too.”

I expected another wave of whispers, but no one so much as cleared their throat. I understood why.

Demon mages were the most universally feared type of mythic. A human possessed by a demon, with access to the demon’s magic and a high probability of slipping into violent madness—yeah, they were nightmare fuel of the worst kind.

An unbound demon was more destructive, possessing greater magic on top of beastly strength and a nearly unkillable body, but demon mages were more feared because their danger was hidden behind a human face. You could spend years in the company of a demon mage and unless he drew on his demonic power, you’d never know.

My gaze slid to the mythic sitting on the stool beside mine. Ezra watched Darius with his usual poker face.

“After a week of careful investigation,” the GM continued, “we’ve identified eight suspected cultists. Though we haven’t uncovered their stronghold yet, we suspect their numbers are much higher, and an unknown percentage of them could be demon mages.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll submit our investigation to the MPD, at which point their agents will take the lead. Multiple guilds will be involved—including, most likely, non-local demon hunters like the Keys of Solomon. But Vancouver isn’t a remote location like Enright, where the casualties of the battle were limited to cultists and guild combatants.”

My hands curled into fists. Cultist casualties … including Ezra’s parents. It turned out the Keys of Solomon hadn’t murdered innocent families at Enright, but between their excessively anti-demon members who’d tried to kill Ezra and their unexpectedly pro-demon members who’d tried to kill me, I wasn’t a fan.

“The Crow and Hammer has called Vancouver home for over fifty years.” Darius’s gaze speared each guild member, one after another, as he spoke. “And we will allow neither a demon cult nor an outside guild seeking bounties and glory to destroy it. Protecting our city will require every single one of you, whether you’re a psychic, alchemist, scholar, apprentice, or combat mythic who’ll step onto the battlefield.

“To defeat demons and demon mages, we need weapons. We need artifacts. We need potions. We need to analyze the cult’s past activities, their possible resources, and effective strategies for killing demons. Everyone here can contribute their time, energy, resourcefulness, and unique talents.”

He flipped open his folder. “We have prepared teams, which our officers will lead. We won’t demand anyone enter combat if they prefer not to, but we expect you to support your guildmates in every way you can while we face our most dangerous mission in decades.

“Our first team, led by first officer Girard, will source and build an arsenal of weapons, artifacts, and alchemy to use against the cult. Our second team, led by Tabitha, will gather and analyze past research, combat technique, and case studies involving demons and demon mages. Our third team, led by Felix, will handle non-magical supply logistics and communications.

“And our fourth team”—a corner of Darius’s mouth lifted—“will be led by our newly promoted fourth officer, Aaron Sinclair.”

A beat of surprised silence rang through the room, then cheers and applause erupted at top volume as everyone turned toward the copper-haired pyromage sitting on my other side. He grinned and waved, and I laughed at the uncharacteristic self-consciousness in his expression.

“Aaron,” Darius called over the noise, “will oversee combat training, which will incorporate strategies and weaponry provided by the other teams.”

Clapping enthusiastically, I looked past Aaron to the spot beside him, eager to know what a certain dark-haired, cool-headed electramage thought of this. The sight of his empty stool punched me in the gut. Aaron had finally gotten his promotion, and thanks to Makiko, Kai wasn’t here to congratulate him.

“My role,” Darius said, “will be overseeing the officers and coordinating with other Vancouver guilds. Tomorrow, I will visit Odin’s Eye, the Pandora Knights, the Grand Grimoire, and the SeaDevils to speak with their GMs. Together, we will protect our city. Time is of the essence.”

Darius summarized our next steps, then read off the assigned members of every team. I was assigned to Felix’s team. Ezra—and pretty much every combat mythic, which was almost half the guild—was assigned to Aaron’s team.

I hoped Darius had let Felix know that I wouldn’t be available to help. Protecting Vancouver from the Court of the Red Queen was high on my to-do list, but my top priority was saving Ezra from his soul-binding contract with Eterran. After that, we could help our guild take down the cult—and their leaders, Xanthe and Xever. The mentalist who’d lured Ezra’s family into the cult and the summoner who’d turned him into a demon mage both deserved to be roasted on an open-flame spit.

As the meeting ended and conversations broke out across the room, I whirled toward Aaron.

“Um, a promotion?” I smacked his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It only happened yesterday.” He smirked. “But I’d have kept it a secret anyway, just to see the look on your face when Darius announced it.”

“Congrats, man,” Ezra said, leaning around me. “Knew it’d happen sooner or later.” His expression turned thoughtful. “Kai owes me fifty bucks.”

“For what?” Aaron asked suspiciously.

“I bet him you’d become an officer before you turned thirty.”

“Thirty?”

“But Kai figured it’d take you another five to ten years to really get a knack for thinking before you light things on fire.”

Aaron snorted, and as Ezra grinned in response, my diaphragm cartwheeled across my stomach.

You’d think, after eight months of exposure to Ezra’s grins, I’d be desensitized by now, but I was going through a process here. Namely, the Ezra I’d gotten to know over those past eight months was changing—evolving, or … maybe awakening?

As though sensing my thoughts, his mismatched gaze turned to me. My stomach did another round of acrobatics.

“Aaron!”

Laetitia swept over, followed by half of Aaron’s team.

“So you’re an officer now, eh?” The tall hydromage gave him a flinty once-over—probably remembering a few past incidents that, somehow, had all ended with Aaron drenched in water—then cracked her knuckles. “What’s the plan for training?”

“Step one is forming teams with the right balance of strengths and weaknesses for combat against contractors and demon mages,” Aaron answered. “We’ll focus on defense first, then practice the most efficient ways to kill them so we don’t exhaust ourselves and our magic.”

“What, you can’t just incinerate demons with your unstoppable fire?” Cearra, my least favorite blond apprentice sorceress, muttered.

Andrew shot the younger woman a quelling look. “We’ll want to inflict as much damage as possible, and fire is a good option. We could ask the alchemists to make us firebombs.”

“And some nasty-ass smoke bombs,” Gwen added with her usual sprinkling of vulgarity. “Blind the bastards so the demons can’t spit us like damn pigs.”

“But we need to be able to see what we’re doing,” Darren countered. “Bleeding them out would be better. We should be planning the easiest ways to slit some veins.”

Aaron held up a hand, calling for silence, and everyone obeyed instantly—but before he could speak, another voice trickled in from the back of the group.

“Those tactics … they probably won’t work.”

The gathered mythics looked around in confusion, searching for the source of the light alto voice, then parted to reveal the young woman standing behind them, so petite she’d been invisible.

Robin Page blinked owlishly as everyone looked at her.

“What do you know?” Darren asked, keeping his sneering tone subtle enough that no one would call him out for it—no one except me.

I angrily opened my mouth—

“I’m a demon contractor.” Robin nudged her glasses up her nose. “But I’m sure your experiences are valid too, Darren.”

I choked back a laugh as the sorcerer clenched his teeth.

Robin turned to Aaron. “Fire can burn legally contracted demons, but at least one cult demon is so loosely contracted that he can wield his magic. Fire could make him stronger.”

“Stronger?” Aaron repeated blankly.

“Demons can convert heat into magic. To burn them, you’d have to apply heat faster than the demon can absorb it.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Alistair can do it, but I’m not sure about regular fire.”

I stared at her. Everyone else was also staring or scanning the pub for the volcanomage in question.

“Cold can only kill a badly injured demon.” Robin tucked her hair behind her ear. “Bleeding them out won’t work very well, either. Their blood is thick and clots quickly. Even deep wounds stop bleeding within a couple minutes.”

“How are we supposed to kill them, then?” Darren snapped.

“Hmm.” Robin thought for a moment. “Vampire saliva?”

Several of us exchanged confused looks.

“If you inject demons with a large dose of vampire saliva,” she added, “they collapse.”

Aaron rubbed the back of his neck. “How much is a ‘large’ dose?”

“Um. About like … a couple of tablespoons?”

Cameron raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “Where are we supposed to get that much vampire saliva?”

“We can barely find one vampire lately.” Darren shook his head. “Their numbers dropped off a cliff after the December surge.”

“We’ll look into vamp spit,” Aaron said, “but as always with demons, our best bet is taking out the contractors, and that’ll be our focus. Thanks for the tips, Robin.”

She smiled, and as Aaron asked who had experience fighting contractors, I inched through the group to Robin’s side.

“Can we talk?” I whispered.

At her nod, I linked our arms and steered her away from the cluster of combat mythics. Everyone else in the pub had grouped up as well, beginning the early preparations for one of the guild’s most perilous operations ever.

My gaze drifted across them as I passed—the alchemists, Sin’s silvery purple hair among them, had joined Ramsey, Lyndon, and Weldon, who were all well-versed in artifacts. Other familiar faces filled the room, and tightness spread through my chest. Was it asking too much to pit this guild of misfits against the Court of the Red Queen?

“Tori?”

I realized I was just standing there with my arm hooked through Robin’s. Refocusing, I veered into a dim, quiet corner and released her arm. “Any updates?”

She didn’t have to ask what I was talking about. “Not yet. We’re working on it.”

An entire week had passed since we’d given her the cult grimoire so she could find a way to save Ezra. How long did it take to read a tome of complex spells written in a dead language?

Okay, maybe my expectations weren’t entirely fair.

“It isn’t a simple process,” she added in a whisper. “I know you’re impatient, Tori, but as far as I can tell, unmaking a demon mage has never been done before.”

“I get that.” I checked once more that no one was anywhere near close enough to overhear us. “It’s just that Ezra doesn’t have much time left.”

Though he seemed stable enough, his new cooperation with Eterran had me worried. We were gambling everything on the cult grimoire, and if Robin couldn’t find answers in time, all our struggles would be for nothing. Our only other option was the demonic amulet, but having witnessed the horrific death of one demon mage while under its influence, none of us were willing to experiment with its mysterious powers.

“We found the demon mage ritual in the grimoire.” Robin fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. “It’s a complex set of spells. We thought the host body acted like an infernus, but looking at the rituals, it seems more like a summoning circle. Once a demon is inside a summoning circle, the only way to get him out is to destroy the circle or move him while he’s inside an infernus.”

“So … what? Ezra needs to swallow an infernus?”

Her eyes popped at the suggestion. “Uh, no. The infernus would need to breach Ezra’s essence, not just his body.”

“His soul,” I muttered. “That ex-summoner we talked to said some people believe the demon is inside the human’s soul.”

She nodded. “And that’s the problem. But there must be some way … I’ll keep trying, and Zylas will help too.”

I wanted to ask a thousand more questions—like how her demon was helping and why she was in an illegal contract with him—but this wasn’t the time or place for that discussion.

She adjusted the chain around her neck, the infernus hidden under her sweater. “I don’t know what it will look like yet, but saving Ezra will involve some sort of ritual. We’ll need a private location where we can set up a Demonica circle. Can you find one for us?”

I straightened my spine. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“If it has an existing circle, that would save us some time.”

“Leave it to me.”

With a quick farewell, she hurried off to find Amalia, leaving me alone in the dim corner of the pub with my mind spinning. I couldn’t help with the grimoire, but now I had a job: to secure a secret location to perform the ritual that would unmake a demon mage, and all the better if it included a premade Demonica circle.

If only I had the slightest clue where to start looking.

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Damned Souls and a Sangria
The Guild Codex: Spellbound / Book Eight

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