Ku'Sox was moving. My heart pounded, and I backed up. Trent, though, didn't move.
"As he has probably told you, he is here of his own free will," the demon said, stopping to keep Trent just out of Lucy's high-pitched, angry reach. "We're good friends," Ku'Sox said as he smacked Trent's cheek. "The elf freed me, and in return, I'm going to free him of everything that binds him, no ties to anyone at all. Aren't we, little Lucy?"
Trent was almost panting as he stood inches from his daughter, afraid to reach out.
Laughing, Ku'Sox turned away. Under his arm, Lucy cried her frustration.
"I'm not leaving here without Bis and Lucy," I said, and Nick, leaning against the window and nursing a swollen lip, made a noise of derision. "Lucy is my godchild, and Bis lives with me. I think that comes under 'not harming me and mine.' I get ignoring the me part since you're an ass, but you will not harm them."
Sure enough, Ku'Sox smiled. "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I have no intention of harming you-unless you attack me first, of course. No one will fault me for defending myself. Please, do try. Then I can drop this charade and we can all move on with our lives. That's what this is all about, you know. Getting others to kill you for me. But interpretation of the law is so-o-o difficult," he drawled. "As I told you before, get the proper papers filed, and I will gladly hand Lucy over."
I slumped where I stood, the machines clicking behind me to mark time in this nightmare. Trent's face was ashen as Ku'Sox struggled with Lucy. "Down!" Lucy cried. "Down, down, do-o-own!"
Giving the girl a little shake, Ku'Sox shifted her to his other side, and her cries went from frustration to hopelessness. Behind him, Bis was waving me off, his gray-skinned hands making the pixy signal to go to ground. He wanted me to leave? Standing at the outskirts, Nick saw the gesture, but Trent didn't, his attention on Lucy as he became more and more agitated.
"They know you're lying," I said so the demon wouldn't notice Bis talking to me.
"Of course they do." He turned to Nick, growling, "Get me that chair." His expression again pleasant, he smiled at me. "Is it not deliciously ironic? My lie is far more attractive than your truth. If they subscribe to my lie, they don't have to do anything about me-leaving it for you to handle or die. Which you will do if you persist."
His motions furtive, Nick darted between Trent and the machines for the chair. He looked like a bug, and my lip curled. "I know demons better than you do, Ku'Sox Sha-Ku'ru. They always bite the hand that feeds them." Nick trundled the rolling chair back to Ku'Sox, and it was all I could do to not reach out and kick him.
"Daddy! Down!" Lucy demanded, her eyes wet as she stared at Trent as if betrayed.
Ku'Sox held Lucy in front of him, looking scornfully at the little girl as she howled. "You've noticed that as well?" he said dryly as he sat with Lucy on his lap. She began squirming, her little feet kicking as she struggled. "My God," Ku'Sox said, his patience clearly wearing thin. "This child is intractable! I should have taken the younger one."
"Honor our agreement!" I said. "Or I will drag your ass before Dali right now!"
"Of course I will honor it. Go file the papers. Come back in three months." Ku'Sox's eyebrows were mockingly high. "Unless you want to settle this a different way?"
Trent paled, and in the corner, Nick shifted to make himself look smaller. If I could free Lucy, then Trent might be free to act when I got that line cleared of the sludge in it. "I'm a reasonable man," Ku'Sox said, bouncing Lucy, which made her cry even harder. "I'm sure we can come to a mutually agreeable arrangement. I want my freedom, Rachel. Now."
I backed up, remembering the feel of Ku'Sox's breath on my skin, his grip on my body, the way his eyes touched me. I shook my head, and Ku'Sox smiled knowingly.
"Down, down, down!" Lucy raged, and his gaze never leaving mine, the demon let her slip from him. Immediately she got to her feet, running awkwardly to Trent. My heart seemed to break as Trent dropped down to meet her, holding her tight as his eyes closed, his hand covering the back of her head and his arm around her, lifting her to him. His eyes opened, and I saw his fervent surety that nothing short of death would ever convince him to let go of her again.
Son of a bitch, I thought, looking at Ku'Sox's soft smile of satisfaction. We were his playthings, dancing to his whim. To say no now would start a bloodbath none of us would survive. Trent would never let Lucy go back to Ku'Sox again. "What do you propose?" I said flatly, having a pretty good idea. He had killed Ceri and Pierce. I wouldn't give him the chance to kill Lucy.
"Rachel!" Bis complained, wincing when Ku'Sox raised a hand.
Trent looked up, his arms still about Lucy. The little girl was complaining fretfully to him, her words unclear but serious. Behind Ku'Sox, I could see the women and children beyond the glass. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't save you all.
"I want my freedom," Ku'Sox said with a disturbing lightness. "I want that putrid elven curse you put on me lifted, and I want it lifted now."
"I want Bis and Lucy, and a trip home," I said, and he laughed, wiping a spot of baby drool from his sleeve.
"What horrid things babies are. Leaking from every orifice."
"You said what you want; well, I want Bis and Lucy!" I demanded again as Nick fidgeted behind Ku'Sox. Trent held Lucy tighter, standing up with her as if he would never let her go. He'd do anything for her. Anything. Kisten had looked at me that way once, and it had killed him. Ceri's death was both Trent's awakening and his downfall. He loved, he knew loss, and he would fight to keep what was dear to him, the rest be damned.
Ku'Sox told Nick to stop fidgeting with a sharp look. "Both? No. Trent is a nasty little elf. With Lucy gone, he will become most intractable. See? He's sullen already. And Bis? Well, that's obviously no. With him, your chances of preventing the end of the ever-after slip into the double digits."
Bis seemed to deflate in relief. I didn't like the way Nick noticed, and I cringed when Ku'Sox half turned to look at the gargoyle. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, flying worm. You're talking to everyone's gargoyles and learning the lines because I see fit. When the demons die, their gargoyles go with them, and I will want someone familiar with the old lines so I can reinstate them."
Reinstate the lines? The words hit the pit of my being with a cold certainty. He was intending nothing less than complete destruction. This wasn't just to get the demons to kill me then return to business as usual. Ku'Sox was aiming at genocide.