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going to resolve themselves. The roars were awakening, burning at the back of his head. He leaned his forehead against the doors and dug his fingers into his hair, pulling on it and gnashing his teeth.
    He wouldn’t even be able to leave the dimension unless he calmed down somehow.
    Ignore it. Ignore it,  he told himself in vain. Images clashed together in his mind, emerging and reemerging. It was a punishing movie that consisted of his sudden hunger for Evesse, his knowledge of her past, and her infuriating, but intriguing personality. She’d driven him insane while awake. She was still managing to do so even though she was in a coma.
    More than anything, he couldn’t let go of her past.
    Do it. Punish.
    Zen growled, trying to push back Mavrak’s voice.  No.
    Do it! You know where to find the soul.
    No!  Zen yelled in his mind again, turning and sliding down to the floor with his back against the doors.
    He rocked back and forth, trying to fight the voice inside him that was clamoring for vengeance.
    Lucifer wouldn’t fight you. Not if you go with Crius. We know this. Get the soul. Punish him for what he did!
    Sweat broke out along Zen’s skin, almost as if his body was trying to rid him of the toxicity spreading through his veins. He stumbled to his feet, nearly falling into a side table next to the wall. The statue on it was one of the first Buddha—Siddhartha—when he had been young. Zeniel managed to catch it, refusing to let a likeness of someone he’d once considered a close friend break apart. He righted the statue, making sure it was steady, before stumbling backward away from the table.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the holographic image on the other table, the one of his mother Persicutis. He looked away, not needing the ache that image caused.
    She was another not avenged; another vengeance that you did not take. Let me out. I will avenge Mother. I will avenge our female.
    “You will then move on to the rest of the world, killing them all in your hunger.”
    It’ll stop the pain. They deserve to be punished!
    “By the Gods, no.”
    The roaring in his head got louder and a red haze started to overcome his vision. Zen knew it was only a matter of time. If he didn’t manage to calm down, even Mavrak’s voice would be lost behind the haze. It burned like acid as it grew stronger. The accompanying sound would become like a high-frequency vibration leaking into the crevices of his mind until he was scorched and pain turned to despair. Despair would then turn to anger.
    Anger to agony.
    At that point, only one thing would ease the agony. He would have to seek the vengeance his powers demanded. Once he gave in, the pain would recede for a little while. Then it would begin again and he would give in to the urge to continue punishing just to escape it.
    Over and over again, until there was barely anything left. Just like before.
    The boy. Somehow, he still remembered the boy who had died under his stare thousands of years ago. And he hadn’t been the only one.
    Zen’s energy level spiked, making it impossible for him to breathe. Stumbling, he nearly fell into his bathroom. He turned on his shower, leaving the water the coldest it could go. He ripped off his leather jacket and didn’t even bother to dematerialize the rest. His T-shirt, jeans, and boots went with him as he tripped into the huge shower and let the frigid water blast him.
    Trembling, barely hanging on, Zeniel slid to the floor of the shower and pulled at his nearly loose hair. As the minutes passed, and the haze in his mind receded a little, one thing became clear to him. He could still feel Evesse.
    He could still taste her breath in his mouth.
    The memory of Eve’s scent slashed through his body with all the power of a meteor colliding into a planet. She smelled positively delicious. Flowery, spicy, and mouthwatering.
    “Fucking hell.”
    He arched against the shower wall, his head falling back and momentarily cracking it. His