The Pentagram Child: Part 2 (Afterlife Saga Book 5) Read Free Page A

until finally stopping at the lowest level of Hell.
    The impact rocked the core of the earth enough for magma to flood the imprisoned Titans, encasing their bodies in Hell’s natural chains of an unbreakable force. All it would take is one break in the cooled lava that encased the bodies with igneous rock to allow them to break free.
    And there was a time when only two men knew what the key was to breaking such a mighty force... Titan blood. Cronus knew this as it is said he was the only being to ever escape the fiery chains of Tartarus. But the once mighty leader and King of the Titans used the last of his powers to escape and had to do so leaving behind his kin, never again to have the strength to return to free them. Hence making it his mission ever since.
    There was once a time when many of my kind believed this was the Prophecy the fates spoke of as the release of the Titans would most certainly mean war. And where the last War of the Gods brought new life, another would most certainly mean the end of it.
    This was the reason getting into Tartarus was not an easy feat. It might have made for an indestructible prison but what it held at its heart also made it a dangerous one to even exist. But the Titans needed to be kept somewhere and unfortunately with the power of Heaven and now Hell combined, they had little choice seeing as they could not be destroyed.
    These thoughts plagued me whenever I came here. But when I decided to use this place as my prison, I only locked my demon to the outskirts. The last time I had touched this place was when making the decision to send Sammael here for his crimes. I had pounded my swords into the earth and called forth the Reapers of Tartarus to drag his soul back with them…when clearly the punishment should have been death. 
    But thanks to Aurora and her vile family connections I now had my own VIP access card carved into my very skin, which meant I could walk directly up to the inner circle gates and gain entrance. Which was exactly what I was about to do.
    The maze that covered the sheer mountain face was one that, even if a prisoner completed the unlikely task of escape, trying to find his way out of the maze would have sent him deeper into the realms of his own madness. And this would have been long before reaching what is known as the Tartarus crust.
    This was the wasteland I had spent far too long staring out at in depths very close to my own madness as a result of being without my Chosen One. But I was a prisoner no more and soon my Keira would be back in my arms with the blood of my enemies at our feet, where they lay slain for their treason.
    I swooped down noticing the guards positioned at the battlements as if at the ready for the war we all hoped would never come. Oh my kind had tried before. They thought that by coming in the masses with their armies behind them that they could release the Titans. Foolish enough to believe in doing so they would be granted favour by them or even more delusional, to believe they might even be controllable.
    However that time was long ago but no less forgotten. And nor should it be, for the importance of keeping such an event from ever happening was one both Heaven and Hell were even willing to work together in preventing.
    As I made my way up the maze surface I knew the only way to spot the cleverly disguised entrance was to look for the largest knot of Devil’s soulweed. This was the only thing that grew in this place and it would have been better if nothing had grown at all.
    It was like Hell’s own version of Japanese knotweed, only this had vines the size of earth’s tree trunks and was grey and lifeless looking. I actually took a moment to wonder why it was named what it was. Was it for the way it looked or for the way it attached itself onto the stone corpses and embedded its foot long thorns into the fossilised bones?
    Either way Hell’s natural parasite grew with as much fury as though the bodies of the damned fed its very