While not large, the Immortal underworld was separated by several different domains, two of which – Hell and Death’s domain - were contained within shields no one could enter. At least, no normal Immortal or demon could enter. As a creature of both worlds, Rhyn could enter Hell, and he’d found by visiting Gabe that he was able to enter Death’s domain, too.
It was clear and cool outside of Gabe’s small cottage in the middle of a possessed jungle. Rhyn felt the sense that someone else was there once more and looked around. Assuming the feeling has something to do with his magic, Rhyn shook it off once more. He opened the front door without knocking, already sensing it was empty. Gabe had left in a hurry. The wardrobe near his bed was open and his walls were missing many of the weapons Rhyn had seen last time.
Frowning, Rhyn pulled a dagger from the wall and tucked it into his belt. He’d never tried tracking anyone through the Immortal underworld before; if Gabriel didn’t want to be found, Rhyn wasn’t going to find him in the death-dealer’s backyard. Sweat dripped down his face in the still air of the cottage.
He called another portal and strode through it to the house of the one brother he’d come to almost trust. Kiki’s feet were propped on a cast iron table while he gazed intently at the screen of his trusty iPad.
“Rhyn,” the Immortal with Asian features snapped up at Rhyn’s appearance. “I did what you wanted. Kris said –“
“I’m not here for Kris,” Rhyn said.
“You aren’t dead-dead.”
“No shit.”
“No, I mean, you aren’t out of control. How is that?”
“I don’t know. But I know it won’t last long. Kiki, I need … help,” Rhyn forced the words out.
“Kris would’ve helped you. Why did you come all the way here?”
Rhyn shrugged.
“It’s been three days! You and Kris couldn’t get along for three days?” Kiki demanded and frowned. “Your war with Kris needs to end now. You two will destroy – “
“Don’t care, Kiki.”
“You should care. You couldn’t just tell him what you did?”