Lost In Time: A Fallen Novel Read Online Free

you two.”
    With a flash of fire they all transported to Dante’s peak. They stood in the shadows of Dante’s garden. They could hear the fighting and as a group ran toward one of the bases, hidden by rock and shadows, stood the opening to Pandora’s Cave. Dante stood there with a long Sword in his hand. He fought to protect another brother. Celeste wanted to crumble to the ground at what she saw. Victor shoved her behind him as a huge black winged figure flew from the mouth of the cave.
    Calliope laughed, his head thrown back as he taunted Dante. “Do you honestly think now that I am free you will be able to put me back into one of those boxes? That I would submit to you and your pitiful offspring?” Calliope looked at each Reaper that stood with Dante.
    Dante laughed. “I’m not going to put you into one of those boxes, Calliope.” Calliope hovered just out of reach. His eyes narrowed, but Celeste could see the hope there. “I’m going to cut you into a million pieces and send you straight to Hell.”
    This time Calliope raged. “I will rule the Infernos like they were meant to be ruled. And when I do, you shall beg for forgiveness on your knees, Father. ” He slurred the last word. Dipping down he attacked.
    “Get into the Cave, Celeste.” Victor pushed her toward the opening.
    “I can fight,” she growled.
    “No. Go get the Black Sword,” Victor said.
    Celeste wanted to slap herself in the forehead. She scrambled past her brothers and into the Cave, sliding her short Swords into the sheaths in her boots.
    Calliope had ransacked the place. Boxes and treasures littered the floor. She wondered briefly what he had been looking for and prayed to the gods he hadn’t found it. She started throwing things aside, climbing over precious objects, and avoiding dark objects that would suck her very soul out of her body. Tripping and falling several times, the bellows of pain and rage and her brothers drove her forward.
    Dante had brought her down to Pandora’s Cave when she was old enough to know what she was, he showed her the treasures he had collected through the ages. Showed her the Sword and explained that being half Demon and half Reaper it made her the only creature in this world or the next that would be able to hold it and not be consumed by its darkness. Celeste had conflicting sides in her soul that would keep her safe.
    “Then how did it get here?” She had asked.
    Dante had looked so sad when she asked that question. And it frightened her; she had never seen human emotion on her father’s face before. “An Angel gave herself to the dark in order to in-tomb it here.” That was all he had said, and she was too frightened to ask him anything else. Something that upset Dante, would terrify her.
    The Black Sword remained where she had seen it with Dante, buried deep in the red bedrock, and Celeste hoped it didn’t kill her as she wrapped her hands around the hilt and tugged. A tingle spread up her arm and into the base of her skull, she could feel it probe her. Trying to decide if she was evil or not. For a moment her brain was flooded with images she couldn’t explain, and then it was filled with light. As quickly as it had started, it ended, and she was left staring at her hand wrapped around the hilt of the Sword she tugged.
    It didn’t budge.
    More screams from her brothers at the mouth of the cave. “Please,” she begged the Sword. Pulling with everything she had, it still didn’t move. She felt tears fall down her face, and she wiped them on her shoulder. Then she tugged at the Sword again, again it didn’t budge.
    “You bitch,” Celeste screamed at the Sword in frustration. She put her leg next to the hilt and heaved and pushed with her foot at the same time. It came loose with a grinding noise. Her momentum sent her across the cave to land in a collection of boxes in a heap. Ribs cracked and Celeste saw stars for a moment.
    Shaking it off, she scrambled to her feet and out of the mouth