Not Just Another Fae (Vegas Fae Stories Book 4) by Tom Keller Read Free Book Online

worry about such things. I appreciate your trust in us, and your
hound's as well. Your daughter's rise to the throne has many of the Fae unsure
of your exact position, not to mention their feelings about what you did for
the Lilin. But I have not forgotten what you did for me, and for that you will
always be a friend to the pack. None of my Weres will say anything. But what of
Siegfried?"
    "Thank you," I replied. "I was actually going
to call him in a bit, and my daughter as well. We're going to need their help
if we're going to defeat that thing. Which reminds me. Have you discussed the
missing Weres with him?"
    "Not yet," he replied. "I would have
requested his assistance today, but your situation put that on hold. Tradition
demands that we avenge our fallen without haste. But in this case, I agree. We
cannot do this alone.
    Siegfried was the head of corporate security at the Neptune's
Landing and the defacto go to guy for any Fae related problems, not to
mention the direct representative of the Milagres. He was also one of my
closest friends and I winced when I thought of the fact that for some reason I
hadn’t called him for help first. But then again, I hadn’t even called my own
Fae. What did that say about me?
    Martin slid open the door and followed me back in the
kitchen to the table where the others sat. Everyone was still there, except
Alf, who was still outside.
    "I appreciate what you all did for me today," I
said as I stood next to the table. "I won't forget it." Then I turned
to Martin. There was something I had to say first. It was traditional and had
to be said in public, or at least in front of others, so now was a good a time
as any.
    "Pack Master, since ancient times have our woods been
your home and your pack, our allies. I thank you for your assistance today and
in the future, as well as your friendship. As it has always been, so it will
always be." Then I bowed.
    "So it will always be," he repeated as he stood up.
Then he bowed back and addressed the two other Weres at the table. "Now
you see why I told you that this Fae was different. He remembers the old ways.
That, and his battle with our enemy, is thanks enough. Now, formalities aside, let
us move on to more important things." He sat down and turned his attention
back to me. "How do we kill this thing?"
    "We need more information about this Gallu before we do
anything," I said as I sat down. "Charlie, would you mind seeing if
Alf's about done?"
    He didn’t reply, but went out through the doggie door into
the backyard.
    "I did a little research while you were outside,"
Mal said, tapping on his laptop. "There's quite a bit about the Minotaur
on the web. But there's not much about these Gallu. There is a reference to some
Sumerian Demons by that name. Some were also possibly half bull. According to
Babylonian legend, some are animal shaped Demons. The Gallu are said to be the
offspring of Hell, whatever that means. Apparently, they dragged people off to
the underworld. There was also a note that you could appease them by
sacrificing a lamb or goat.
    "There's also a reference to a particular nasty one
named Asag, who led an army of Rock Demons. He was supposed to be so ugly that
his looks would boil fish alive. He was killed by a Sumerian God with an
enchanted mace. That's about all that's out there. Not much to go on."
    "What the hell is a Sumerian Demon doing here?" I
said aloud.
    "That is the question, isn't it," I heard Alf say
as he came back in. "Because there is no reason that it should be."
    "What exactly does that mean?" I asked.
    "Such Demons have not been seen for millennia," he
said. "Their kind and the civilization they spawned faded from existence
long before The Fall ."
    The Fall was the end of the Fae as we know them from
legends and myths. The High Fae, or the Gods as they came to be called, fought
amongst themselves until none were left. Kind of a Greek and Roman Gods version
of Ragnarök , although the Norse Gods seem to have