Page 219 of Fangs
I assumed that meant the God of Death wasn’t providing prosthetics to the disabled, but I pressed my lips together.
“These gifts bless us with a fragment of the God of Death’s power, lending us his speed and strength. The Black Veil, those who have proven their unwavering devotion to the God of Death, are even gifted the ability to block or sense the astral plane.”
“Are you one of The Black Veil?”
“It is my deepest desire to achieve such a blessing.”
“So, no, you’re not,” I sneered. “The God of Death couldn’t even send his most devoted to fetch me?”
Anger flashed in his face, but he seemed to swallow it down. “One of The Black Veil was with us, but he was unfortunately slain in the skirmish with the Vault’s Safeguard.”
He must have been the one whose body released the Shadowbane. “Do all the Black Veil turn into fucking biological weapons?”
“Yes,” he said so calmly that a shiver went down my spine.
“That is so fucked up,” I muttered.
“Even in death, the Black Veil carry on their divine work.”
I wanted to ask how they surgically implanted a device to go off after death and how they kept the Shadowbane contained, but he spoke again.
“Juck was a member of the Black Veil, which is how he kept you hidden for over a decade. I would assume that?—”
“Juck wasn’t a biological weapon,” I interrupted.
“He fled before that enhancement was gifted.”
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘kept me hidden’?” I remembered Wolf saying he couldn’t find me until Juck’s death.
“He could shield himself and any near him from the Astral Plane.” Talmar looked as though he’d swallowed something sour. “It is one of the greatest honors to be gifted such an ability.”
“What is the astral plane?” My entire body had gone numb.
Talmar frowned again, looking dismayed. “The Astral Plane is another realm that only the divine can access. It has no limits, no boundaries, and transcends our mortal senses. Your power flows through the Astral Plane and into you. Have you never experienced it?”
I swallowed hard and asked, “Can the God of Death access it?”
“Of course,” Talmar answered instantly.
I felt the blood rush from my face. Was Menace the God of Death? That sounded an awful lot like the place I went while drugged—the place where Menace always found me.
“What does the God of Death look like?” I got out.
“None may describe the God of Death,” Talmar said sternly. “Those blessed enough to see his face swear an oath of silence.”
Of fucking course.
Nemo had told me the god of the Voiceless didn’t have powers like Menace. He could’ve been wrong, I supposed. I wasn’t sure I could explain why, but Menace had always seemed separate from the Voiceless to me. For starters, I was sure if he was the God of the Voiceless, he would’ve said so—over and over. The Voiceless seemed to get off on talking about their religion.
Unless Menace was also a prisoner?
I chewed on my lip. How would the Voiceless keep him a prisoner? He seemed far too powerful.
Should I try to contact him? My stomach flipped with anxiety. I didn’t know if Icould, much less if Ishould.Would he help me? He would probably rage against someone else claiming I belonged to them. Unless hewasthe God of Death.
Was this what he was trying to protect me from?
I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream in frustration.
