out. They felt me when I felt the world.”
“The four horsemen are supposed to be angels,” Brax whispered. It was an old legend that was pretty commonly told in angelic circles, at least that was what Marius had said when he’d spoken of them.
“Not the end. The beginning of battle,” Axis said. “No one said they were angels or demons for that matter. Victory, War, Famine, and Death were just harbingers of great change in our ancient texts. They rode whenever great injustices ravaged the world. They cleansed it.”
“Angels,” Keer said stubbornly.
“And Hope,” Levi whispered, beginning the descent into
unconsciousness. “The fifth is Hope.” He stopped fighting the
darkness then. He’d told them what he needed to say. He had to sleep.
With that he descended into dreamland.
* * * *
Marius had not wanted to leave Levi while he slept, not even to call Scepta for answers. Axis had thought it was understandable given the circumstances. He’d tucked Levi and Erik on either side of the
former fallen and had gone downstairs to make a phone call. Jade and Brax had followed him, but Keer had lingered near their lovers’ bedside, so Axis had ordered him to watch over the three while they slept.
“So what can you tell us about the four or five horsemen, man?” Axis asked. Scepta was on speakerphone in the study. It had taken forever to track down the guy since he was making his rounds in town, but Axis had finally gotten his cell phone number after twenty minutes of hunting.
“One was forgotten because he didn’t bring pain. They’re so old they don’t have names, so the seraphim gave them names based on their accomplishments or powers. According to the text I’m looking at, they’re the sons of the five Thrones, our Elders, raised in Eden after the sons of man left. Their mothers gave them to their fathers, and they were schooled in our ways before our ways were even passed to the first angelic child.
“Victory took back all the cities from nephilim and angels alike who enslaved man. Another translation of his name is ‘Conquest.’ War acted as a great leader of armies. He strategized battles like no other before him. The ‘art of war’ was named after him. Famine was
so named because his power lies in the withering of life. He can literally cause or cure any disease. Death can drain the life out of any living person with a touch, or imbue a weapon with the ability to kill with a touch. Hope could bring back the dead, heal the mortally
wounded, and retrieve souls from the afterlife. They were all pretty badass beings from what I’ve read,” Scepta said.
“Is it possible they’re coming to Urun?” Axis asked.
Scepta sighed into the phone. “I suppose it’s possible. Who told you this?”
Axis looked at his lovers. Brax was sitting in one chair, Miss Kitty in his lap, while Jade wore a hole in the carpet pacing in front of the desk. Did he tell Scepta? Well, we wanted answers . The slight nod from Jade reaffirmed his decision. “Levi. He had some kind of
seizure, and his powers made the whole house shake. I have no idea how the heck he is so strong, but he is. He seems to be getting some kind of visions.”
Scepta sucked in a breath. “That was at your house? My fathers weren’t sure where the epicenter was. The only being in the universe that can connect to life like that is a being that can exist on all the planes at once. My father, Daisis, came down because he felt the tremor in the world.”
“Well, what is it?” Brax asked anxiously. The cat in his lap raised her head and mewed so he would keep petting her.
“I’m not sure. I’ll have to call you back with that. My dad might want to see you guys. He might just be a super powerful prophet, but the gift of sight is usually inherited. I knew that Erik had a touch