Beyond Redemption

—VERSKLAVEN SCHWACHE, GEFAHRGEIST PHILOSOPHER

Aufschlag concluded his report on Morgen"s progress and stood waiting. The High Priest paced the room, his Doppels nowhere to be seen, for which the scientist was grateful. They made him nervous with their obvious hatred and mistrust. G.o.ds only knew what they whispered in Konig"s ear in Aufschlag"s absence.

Still, behind Konig, his many reflections filled the surface of the huge mirror. Faces and fingers pressed that thin boundary between realities, desperate for escape. Aufschlag wasn"t sure when the High Priest had become Comorbidic—developing multiple delusions—but he knew Comorbidity to be a sure sign that the end grew near. Konig"s delusions grew in strength and numbers and most probably out of his control.

The Chief Scientist swallowed his fear. Without Konig, the Geborene would be lost. The boy must Ascend in time to save the High Priest; he had to. In the back of his mind Aufschlag could almost remember—just moments before he"d entered Konig"s chambers—hoping Morgen would Ascend after Konig"s death. Here, in the powerful Gefahrgeist"s presence, such treasonous thoughts became impossible.

Konig caught sight of the mirror and stopped pacing. "Sometimes I think I can hear their voices."

The reflections turned to face him as if they"d heard his words.

"Perhaps we should destroy it," Aufschlag suggested.

"No," said Konig, staring at his reflections. "Mirrorist powers would be useful. Who knows what my reflections might show. Perhaps the future. Maybe I will see events transpiring all around the world."

"Have they shown you anything yet?" Aufschlag asked.

Konig turned away from the mirror, his shoulders sagging. "No. Not yet."

"Perhaps we can move it to another room?"

"No, I can"t have them escaping somewhere I can"t deal with them immediately."

"But if the mirror is in another room where you are not, your reflections will not be there either."

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Konig spun on his heel and left the room, slamming the door closed behind him. Aufschlag stood staring at the reflection of a dozen Konigs and himself.

When had his nose become so bulbous and the veins so broken and red? How did these things creep up on you?

He stared at the mirror, watching as the reflected Konigs turned their backs to him and their attention to his own solitary reflection.

It was so easy, he mused, to forget one"s age when not confronted by a mirror. In his head he thought of himself as nineteen but was almost sixty. He examined the rotund body, the receding chin, the greasy tufts of hair by his ears, and the glistening dome of his skull. He looked seventy, if not eighty.

This work ages me too quickly. He rubbed at his nose and marveled—mostly in disgust—at the size and depth of the pores. I should drink less. A dry croak of a laugh escaped and he choked it down.

Think not of the cost but of the goal. When the child Ascended, Aufschlag would be repaid for his many sacrifices.

Konig"s reflections suddenly launched themselves at his own unresisting reflection and attacked it with teeth and fists. Aufschlag fled the room. G.o.ds only knew what that meant. Did Konig truly hate him so?

Konig stood waiting in the hall. "So?" demanded the High Priest.

Aufschlag shook his head.

Konig gestured toward the stairs. "Come, we are needed."

THE MESSENGER, A young and whip-thin Geborene priest, awaited them in the great hall. His gray acolyte"s robes were caked in the dust of the road, his eyes red with exhaustion. The acolyte ignored the towering domed ceiling and great marble pillars as he ignored the rows of defaced statues of long-forgotten G.o.ds. He had eyes only for Konig. The acolyte fell to his knees, touching his forehead to Konig"s slippered feet. A considerable quant.i.ty of dust rained from his hair and onto those fine slippers.

Konig glared down at the back of the acolyte"s head. "Rise and report."

The acolyte rocked back and rose to his feet in one smooth and effortless motion. Aufschlag, standing to the right and one pace behind Konig, knew a moment of jealousy. He remembered being able to move like that.

The acolyte bowed again to Konig and nodded to Aufschlag. "High Priest, I bring word from the Mitteldirne temple."

"Mitteldirne?"

"Yes, sir, the capital of Gottlos."

"I know where Mitteldirne is," snapped Konig. "What"s the d.a.m.ned news?"

The acolyte bowed in apology and then frowned at the pile of dust on Konig"s slippers. He swallowed uncomfortably, looking like he wanted to apologize, but not wanting to further annoy the Theocrat. "Bishop Bombastisch of the . . ." The young priest looked up and met Konig"s unblinking gray eyes. He opened his mouth but issued no sound.

"I know who Bombastisch is. I made her Bishop of Mitteldirne."

"Yes, Sir. Unbrauchbar—"

"I know where that is too."

Aufschlag"s stomach soured. He"d sent Wegwerfen, the young priestess Konig had commanded him to kill, to Unbrauchbar. Anything directing Konig"s attention there could be bad news indeed. If the High Priest discovered his scientist disobeyed an order . . . Aufschlag, thinking of Konig"s reflections tearing his own apart, shuddered at the thought.

"Sir." The acolyte glanced again at the dusty slippers before continuing. "The priests of the Unbrauchbar temple have been slain. All of them. The temple staff as well."

Aufschlag choked down a cough of surprise. He"d risked his life to save Wegwerfen and still she"d died? G.o.ds, he was a fool!

"Slain. By whom?" demanded Konig.

"We don"t know, Theocrat. Bishop Bombastisch tried to send you a dream message direct but found four of you and countless shadows. She couldn"t be sure which was the real you and felt it safer to dispatch me to guarantee you and you alone got the message."

"You rode from Mitteldirne? Bombastisch is a fool! She wasted critically important time."

Aufschlag"s guts boiled with acid. Konig would send people to the temple in Unbrauchbar to investigate. They"d report everything, including the names of the dead. Konig would know of Aufschlag"s betrayal. The scientist stared at the Theocrat"s back.

Kill him. Kill him now before he learns of Wegwerfen.

The acolyte swallowed his fear. "Sir, Bishop Bombastisch is a powerful Intermetic. She swapped me for someone she knew—a nephew, I believe—who lives on the outskirts of Selbstha.s.s. This isn"t my usual body. I was able to bring you the message in little more than a day."

Konig turned gray eyes on Aufschlag and the acolyte looked like he"d just disappointed his father. Or his G.o.d. Aufschlag, who had been thinking dark thoughts of murder, found himself suddenly unable to think about anything other than those gray eyes. They were empty like death.

"Could it be the Wahnvor Stellung?" Konig asked Aufschlag. "Could this be the beginning of a bigger attack?"

Konig never failed to surprise Aufschlag; his questions cut straight to the meat of the issue. He saw what no one else saw. Such a thought had not even occurred to Aufschlag. The man"s mind was nothing short of amazing. He was a genius! How could Aufschlag have entertained thoughts of violence?

He considered Konig"s question. Wahnvor Stellung was the single greatest religion, its temples found in virtually every city-state. If the Wahnvor knew what the Geborene planned, they would definitely seek to put an end to the project. But this didn"t fit. The religion was ma.s.sive; they had the strength and faith of vastly superior numbers and were confident in their reality. Why would they attack such a pitiful little church as the one in Gottlos?

"It"s possible," said Aufschlag, "but I don"t think so."

"What of the Täuschung?" Konig asked.

"Their following seems confined to the east," answered Aufschlag, surprised the Theocrat had even heard of the ancient sect. "I think they"re based in Geldangelegenheiten. They rarely proselytize, haven"t grown or changed in thousands of years, and seem more intent on sending souls to their deranged idea of an Afterdeath. "Swarm," I believe they call it. They claim there is only one true G.o.d, whose sole task is to govern and maintain the rules defining . . ." Aufschlag realized Konig stared at him with growing impatience. "Probably not the Täuschung," he finished lamely.

Konig stood motionless, tall and gaunt, eyes hooded like a bird of prey. No one spoke, waiting for the words of the High Priest.

"Our project threatens everything the Wahnvor believe. When we succeed, everyone will know we have always been right; the G.o.ds did not create us, we created them. Their religion will die. If it is not the Wahnvor, we have a new enemy. One we did not previously know of. A much more dangerous enemy." Konig took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I must know for sure." He spun to face the acolyte, who flinched. "Were the Unbrauchbar priests tortured?"

"Most died quickly, throats cut as they went about their duties or lay sleeping."

"But we don"t know for sure."

The acolyte opened his mouth to answer but Konig turned away. "I must know what our enemies know. Aufschlag, bring me Gehirn Schlechtes. I will send the Ha.s.sebrand. She will bring me answers."

Aufschlag stifled a groan of terror. Gehirn was a lunatic, on the edge of losing control of her delusions, unstable and dangerous. People too long in her presence had a habit of suddenly dropping dead. Surprisingly, fewer burst into flames than Aufschlag would expect; her delusions were far more insidious.

And yet he dared not refuse Konig"s request. The Chief Scientist swallowed his fear and excused himself from the proceedings. Gehirn was sure to be found lurking like a damp slug in the deepest bowels of the church.

AUFSCHLAG FOUND THE Ha.s.sebrand, as expected, in the church"s bas.e.m.e.nt. The woman towered a full head over the Chief Scientist but was far too fat and soft to be physically threatening. It wasn"t her physical presence that scared him, it was what went on in that twisted mind. Icy blue eyes on a surprisingly girlish face watched him with hungry interest. She was almost bald, having once again burned her hair to patchy red stubble. He"d never seen her eyebrows and had no idea if she shaved them, couldn"t grow any, or burned them off.

Did she do it on purpose, Aufschlag wondered, or did her own fires sometimes break from her increasingly tenuous control?

Even here, in the darkest, coolest part of the church, Gehirn"s robes were sodden, her face bathed in a sheen of sweat. The Ha.s.sebrand wore the deep burgundy of a Geborene Bishop even though she held no such rank. The lack of eyebrows gave her an eternally surprised look.

Gehirn lifted her lips, showing p.r.o.nounced canines. Aufschlag couldn"t tell if it was a smile, a sneer, or a snarl. Still, it looked out of place in such a childish face.

"Konig sends me his pet scientist," she said.

Aufschlag ignored the bait, pretending to examine the sweating face with concern. "You look ill. Jaundiced."

Gehirn twitched, blinked rapidly, and frowned suspiciously at Aufschlag. "Someone is poisoning me."

"No doubt. You show signs of impending liver failure."

"They won"t get me so easily. I am—" Gehirn dug into a fold in her robes and drew out a handful of faded seeds, nuts, and pocket lint. "I am tricky. Self-sufficient. Impenetrable." She picked at the food before shoving it back into the hidden pocket.

"Very smart. Of course those nuts come from . . . somewhere, don"t they?" Aufschlag ignored the Ha.s.sebrand"s darting look. "Konig wants you in his chambers. Now. He has work for you."

Aufschlag fled the bas.e.m.e.nt as best he could without looking like he was fleeing.

There was a soft knock at the door and Konig, working at his desk, glanced up. "Yes?"

Selbstmörderisch cracked the door open and peeked her head in. A member of his personal cadre of bodyguards, Selbstmörderisch was a Comorbidic. She was both Dysmorphic and Mehrere, grotesquely muscled and usually appearing as two very different—but equally muscular—women.

"Your Holiness, Gehirn Schlechtes is here to see you," she announced with a surprisingly soft voice.

"Show her in."

The Ha.s.sebrand, ignoring Selbstmörderisch as if she were beneath notice, ducked her head to clear the doorway and stood, swaddled in heavy robes, before the High Priest. The ma.s.sive windows had been shuttered for this meeting but the smell of cooking meat still emanated from the fat woman. While she was arguably the most powerful member of the Geborene priesthood, Gehirn"s instability made her dangerous. As such, Konig always handled her carefully. He showed his warmest smile as Gehirn entered.

"Old friend, you look good."

"I do?" Blue eyes glinted deep in the burgundy hood. Konig was reminded once more that when Gehirn finally snapped, the death toll would be catastrophic. "I think someone might be trying to poison me."

That again. There was always something with the fat Ha.s.sebrand, someone always plotted against her. "I will look into it," promised Konig sincerely.

"You will?" asked Gehirn, voice choked with hope.

"No one threatens my friends." Konig sat motionless, unblinking, staring into those cold eyes until he felt the Ha.s.sebrand submit to his will. "You are critical to me," said Konig, manipulating Gehirn"s emotions. "I need you."

"You do?" She looked ready to cry with grat.i.tude; her need was disgusting.

"Yes. I have work for you. Work only you can do. Work I trust with no one else."

"Of course, Your Holiness."

Konig did his best to ignore the stench of burning flesh leaking from the voluminous robes. "Someone killed my priests in Unbrauchbar. All of them. You—" He was suddenly aware that Gehirn was staring, eyes wide, at something behind him. d.a.m.n. His Doppels had entered the room unbidden. He willed them to silence and pressed on. "You will go to Unbrauchbar, find out who did this."

Gehirn glanced at the sun knifing between the cracks in the shutters and whimpered. "To Unbrauchbar?" The smell of burned meat grew stronger. "I will leave the moment the sun sets, Your—"

"You will leave now. A carriage has been prepared."

Gehirn stifled a sob. "But . . . the sun—"

"Three of my Krieger will accompany you."

"Do . . . do you trust these priests?"

"Yes," said Konig.

"No!" snapped Abandonment.

Gehirn"s eyes widened with fear.

"What my Doppel means"—Konig shot a warning glance over his shoulder at Abandonment—"is that while I trust these priests as much as I trust anyone, I have total faith in no one." Gehirn"s disgusting little eyes peered at him from within the cowl. It was so difficult to read the Ha.s.sebrand, so hard to know if he really had her. "No one but you, I mean," Konig added.

Gehirn bowed low. "I will not fail, Your Holiness. I will travel to Unbrauchbar as fast as your Krieger can take me. I will discover the ident.i.ty of the murderers and I will bring upon them your vengeance." A breath of smoky air hissed between clenched teeth and Konig could just make out the bright teeth and overlarge canines glinting from within the cowl"s shadows. "I will purify them in fire. There will be naught left when I am finished. Not even their souls will survive to flee to the Afterdeath."

"I must know who was behind the attack on the Unbrauchbar temple." Konig hammered the Ha.s.sebrand with an unblinking gray glare, daring her to disobey. "Burn the perpetrators, but you must report to me your findings. I must know what is happening."

Gehirn Schlechtes bowed again and backed toward the door. "Yes, Your Holiness. I will discover the truth. I will punish those responsible." Again Konig saw the toothy grin glinting from within the cowl.

Gehirn stumbled from the High Priest"s room racked with sadness and loneliness. Her every effort to please Konig ended with looks of disgust and fear. But she"d prove her worth to Konig and his vicious little Doppels.

Gehirn stalked long pa.s.sages lit by guttering torches and dodged past the few windows, directing hisses of hatred at the sun. She could feel her skin crack and peel and the smell of burned flesh followed her everywhere. Other priests and staff ducked from her path, cowering as she pa.s.sed. She"d burn everything someday. Every ounce of hurt their fear caused her would be repaid in full.

She"d burn the world.

But not before doing what Konig asked of her. Gehirn"s need to serve, to be part of something, quenched even her desire to burn. At least for now. Someday even Konig would not be enough to halt her descent into madness.

Gehirn stopped in the center of the long hall, her gaze darting about. She was very much alone. Though there had been people about a moment ago, suddenly the hall was empty.

a.s.sa.s.sins? Here in the center of Geborene power? No, she decided, too obvious, too unsubtle. When they came for her, there would be no warning.

She did her best to shrug off the paranoia and hurried to her bas.e.m.e.nt chambers. There was just enough time to burn a few of her imprisoned pet cats before rushing off for Unbrauchbar. She shivered with antic.i.p.ation at the thought of yowling screams, flickering flames, and bubbling flesh. Only in fiery death could she find release.

The three Doppels stood in a triangle watching each other carefully. Konig was off to some unknown meeting. They cared not.

Trepidation stood ramrod straight, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as if trying to protect himself from the world around him. "Gehirn is dangerous."

Abandonment glanced at the mirror and the reflections still gathered there. None reflected the positions of the Doppels. "Gehirn will betray us."

"She"s too tall," added Trepidation.

The two Doppels looked to Acceptance.

"Gehirn is powerful and dangerous," agreed Acceptance. "But her power is also her weakness. She is alone and afraid and this means I can manipulate her. She will be the vehicle of our vengeance. Gehirn will free us from Konig."

"We can wait. When Gehirn returns, Konig shall burn." Acceptance glanced toward the mirror. "And we"ll have to break the d.a.m.ned mirror before they become powerful enough to compete with us."

Trepidation huddled deeper into his arms. "Konig fears his Mirrorist tendencies more than he fears us. That fear blinds him. It distracts him. He still thinks we"re useful."

"We are useful and we will remain useful. For now." Acceptance studied the reflections gathered in the mirror. Did they listen? Could they hear what the Doppels planned?

One of the reflections gave him the slightest nod.

Interesting. Perhaps the reflections could be of use.

"We don"t break the mirror," he said. For now.