Sherrilyn Kenyon - Infamous

For my boys, who always inspire me and who fill my life with love and laughter.

For my husband, for all the wonderful things you do.

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For Kim, Lisa, Tish, Loretta, Jacs, and all my friends who keep me sane.

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Thanks for taking this journey with me and Nick.

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It wasnt every day you learned that you were the son of a ferocious demon and that your destiny was to end the world. Or that the guy you thought was your whacked-out uncle was actually you from the future trying to prevent not only your death, but that of basically everyone else.

Literally.

All in all, being that he was only fourteen years old, Nick Gautier was handling it pretty well.

Yeah, not really. Stunned into complete silence, which very seldom happened, Nick couldnt breathe as brutal reality sucker-punched him. Hard. Mercilessly.

Right where it hurt most. Well, not physically there. But mentally it felt like his gonads had been stomped straight into the ground. His head swam from nausea.

Trying to get a handle on everything, he clutched at the broken stones on the stoop where he sat outside his new apartment building on Bourbon Street. Ambrosethe future himstood to his left, towering over him with a pitiless sneer.

How was it possible that he was Ambrose?

Or more to the point, Ambrose was what he would become.

How could he, an average kid roaming the backstreets of New Orleans, be the ultimate evil? He didnt feel particularly evil. Most days, he didnt feel anything except stressed out by school, or tired of his mom nagging at him about everything from the clothes he wore, to the length of his hair, to how late he stayed up. Some days, it felt like she was looking for a reason to be ticked off at him.

Boy, if she knew this about him, hed never hear the end of it. Shed probably ground him until he was at least three or four thousand years old. Yeah, it sounded ludicrous even to him, until he looked at Ambrose standing all bad ass and tough at his left.

Ambrose is me from the future.

He glanced around the section of Bourbon Street where his new apartment was located. Everything looked the same. The broken sidewalks that made up the French Quarter. The cars parked in a line on both sides of the street. The row of shotgun houses that led to stores and restaurants

But nothing was the same.

Most of all, he would never be the same again.

I am a demon.

No, no, no, Nick repeated as he tried to come up with some other explanation. One that made a little more sense and that didnt leave him as a tool for the darkest forces in the universe.

Unfortunately, there wasnt one. Not that any of this made sense. It was all pretty farcical when you thought about it.

Him. Nicholas Ambrosius Gautiersmart-mouthed, streetwise kid. Typical teenager. Gaming guru. Anime and manga obsessed otaku. Socially awkward around any girl his age.

Total evil.

Dang, his principal had been right all along.

He really was demonspawn. Too bad Peters had gotten eaten by zombies before he found out the real truth of Nicks parentage. Old fart would have been proud to be proven right.

Nick really was destined for a life of total destruction.

Even though he wanted to, he couldnt deny it. Ambrose had the same exact blue eyes and dark brown hair he had. The same sneer that he often wore when things ticked him offthe one that got him grounded every time his mom saw it. More than that, Ambrose had the identical scar on his palm that Nick had been given when Xenon cut his hand for blood. A scar that hadnt been on Ambroses hand the last time hed seen him.

Im in a flippin Twilight Zone episode.

He had to be. Nothing else made sense.

So where was his voice-over, telling the audience how hed screwed up and taken a wrong turn down some suburban street or some such crud? Cmon, Rod Serling. Dont let me down. I need you to come in and tell me that Im in a nightmare. Tell me about this new dimension of sight and sound.

But there was no reprieve. Not from this skewed reality.

And not from the fact that he was the hated and hunted son of a demon

Im evil. He tried to accept that and still he couldnt. If it were true, how could he go to Mass all the time with his mom? Shouldnt he burst into flames when holy water touched him? Feel a burning sensation or something when he took communion? For that matter, hed been an altar boy for years.

But hed never once experienced the slightest bit of discomfort from any of that. The worst thing that had ever happened to him in church was when the priest had fallen asleep during his last confessionwhich said it all about how boring his life had been prior to all of this.

Yeah, okay, and then there was the time when hed tripped going down the center aisle and spilled incense all over the place. But that hadnt been a result of his birthright, unless you counted clumsiness and the fact his thrift store shoes had been too big for his feet.

I am evil, Nick repeated one more time.

Ambrose shifted his weight to one leg as his dark scowl intensified. No, Nick. Were evil. We were bred to be soldiers for the darkest of powers. He said that so lackadaisicallyLike, Hey, the suns shining. Look, the neighbors dog is in your trash again. Dude, youre wearing one ugly shirt.

Oh, and by the way, youre a demon in human form.

Yeah

Much like the tacky Hawaiian shirt Nick was wearing, it just didnt fit.

Then why are you trying to help me? he asked Ambrose.

Ambrose snorted. I ask myself that every day, and I have no answer. Part of me wants to tell you to just embrace your birthright and go with it. To let the evil have its way and carry you to the Nether Realm for your enemies to use as they see fit. God knows, fighting it never gave me any peace or comfort. Not once. Just a giant sized ulcer. You want the honest truth? Caring about others has made my entire life suck from beginning to end. When you dont care about anyone or anything, nothing can hurt you. When you do

Your enemies had you by your stones. Hed already learned that lesson.

Still

You havent answered my question.

Ambrose sighed. Because I dont have an answer, kid. Contrary to what you think, were all mice lost in a maze. No one really knows what theyre doing. You go left for whatever reason, but you dont know if its the right direction or not until youre either electrocuted or you get the cheese. By the time you find out which it is, its too late to turn back. Youre either dead or youre fed. Theres no third option.

I have to say then, that I prefer fed over dead.

Ambrose laughed bitterly. So do I. Some days, anyway. He glanced skyward as if looking for divine guidance of some kind. I seriously hope Im not about to make another mistake. He rubbed his hand against his forehead as if he had a pain there, then leveled a piercing stare at Nick. Fine. Ill tell you the truth. All of it. For better or worse. Lets put the cards on the table and see how we screw things up this time, shall we?

Nick wasnt sure if that was a good thing or not. But either way, he wanted to know exactly what was going on and what he was up against.

Ambrose faced him. This isnt my first rodeo, but it is most definitely the last. You, Nick, are the only hope I have of getting it right. Ive tried three times before this and each one was worse on the outcome than the last. When I started tampering with our lives, I had more humanity in me. Ive all but lost it now. My last attempt burned out something inside me, and Ill be honest, it scares me. And I dont scare. Ever. Not after everything Ive been through. But the degree to which I dont care anymoreabout anythingis a frightful thing. At times, I want it all to end. Because when it does,