"Wow," said Christine caustically. "Somebody"s been taking adult ed cla.s.ses."
"Scoff not," said Gamaliel. "It is she who shall inherit this plane when Lucifer"s schemes fail and Heaven abandons you. You shall tremble before her name!"
"Which is...?"
Gamaliel smiled. "That will be revealed to you in due time."
THIRTY-FOUR.
Mercury cradled his head in his hands and moaned.
He and Izbazel sat on a series of gray boulders that littered an otherwise featureless dull brown plain. The dim light of a twilight sun was dulled further by a brown haze that hung in the sky. Occasionally, snowflake-sized chunks of debris would drift delicately to the ground. Mercury was vaguely aware that the dusty haze was all that remained of Anaheim stadium and its occupants. The anti-bomb had torn a ma.s.sive hole in the Mundane Plane, instantaneously sucking everything in range through a portal to this place whatever this place was.
The material forms of the two angels had also been torn asunder, but their bodies had, within a few minutes, reconst.i.tuted themselves and they had found themselves in the vacuum of s.p.a.ce, falling toward the gloomy landscape below. Neither of them was in a condition to summon interplanar energies to break their fall, so they had taken the full brunt of the impact. Reconst.i.tution is excruciatingly painful in itself, and to have it followed up with a fall of several hundred miles to a rocky plain just seems excessive, in any teleological framework.
They had more or less pulled themselves together Izbazel quite literally, as he had been torn in half by a particularly unforgiving rock formation, and now were doing their best to a.s.sess their current situation.
"I don"t get it." Izbazel said. "Why would Gamaliel help Karl to escape? Is he secretly working for Heaven behind my back?"
"Not Heaven," said Mercury.
"It has to be," said Izbazel. "Who else would want to stop me from killing him?"
"Not Heaven. Not h.e.l.l. Turns out I was wrong after all," Mercury said. "There is a third faction."
"Don"t be naive, Mercury. Those Heavenly seraphim aren"t as pious as you make them out to be. Maybe they"re pretending that Gamaliel is on his own, but I have no doubt they would intervene if they thought they could get away with it."
Mercury groaned. "If they thought they could get away with it. But they couldn"t. They knew everybody would be watching. It wouldn"t have been in their interest to intervene." they thought they could get away with it. But they couldn"t. They knew everybody would be watching. It wouldn"t have been in their interest to intervene."
"Okay, so then who?"
"Look, he"s your sidekick, not mine," grumbled Mercury. "You"re the one who"s supposed to know what he"s up to. Okay, let me think this through....
"One possibility is that Gamaliel is acting on his own. If that"s the case, though, I can"t imagine what his motivation would be for tagging along with you. n.o.body would put himself through that unless it was some greater purpose."
"Listen, Mercury, I"ve had about enough of your "
"Another possibility is that he really was was on your side, but had a change of heart at the last minute. But if on your side, but had a change of heart at the last minute. But if that that was the case, you would expect him to try to stop you from setting off the bomb and save all those people in the stadium. Why save just one person, when you can save tens of thousands? Especially when the one person is Karl Grissom, d.i.c.kweed Extraordinaire." was the case, you would expect him to try to stop you from setting off the bomb and save all those people in the stadium. Why save just one person, when you can save tens of thousands? Especially when the one person is Karl Grissom, d.i.c.kweed Extraordinaire."
"So let"s a.s.sume that Gamaliel has some ulterior motivation, that he"s been scamming you all along. That presumably means that either Gamaliel is far smarter than I thought, or...."
"Or what?"
"Or you are even dumber even dumber than I thought," said Mercury. "Wow, I need a moment to recalibrate here." than I thought," said Mercury. "Wow, I need a moment to recalibrate here."
"Dammit, Mercury. If you"re not going to "
"Either way, Gamaliel could presumably have grabbed Karl right out from under your idiot nose any time he wanted to. So he intentionally allowed your plan to proceed, right up to the denunciation. He wanted Karl to be officially denounced as the Antichrist. But he didn"t want Karl dead. So the question is, who wants a live Antichrist?"
"I"m telling you, it"s those Heavenly b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. They"ll do anything to "
"Holy c.r.a.p, Izzy, it"s her her!"
"Her who?"
"Lucifer"s chief rival on the Mundane Plane, that"s who. She double-crossed the king of double-crossers."
"You mean...?"
"Tiamat. That conniving b.i.t.c.h. She"s going to kidnap Karl and use him to blackmail Lucifer!"
"Blackmail Lucifer..." repeated Izbazel, trying to make the words mean something.
"Man, you really need to get a job as a middle school librarian or something," said Mercury. "You"re really not cut out for diabolical scheming. Lucifer"s got a horde of demons hanging out on the Floor, just waiting for his signal so they can wreak havoc on the Mundane Plane. But before he can give them the go-ahead, he"s got to withdraw from the Apocalypse Accord...."
"Well I know that that part..." part..."
"All Lucifer is waiting for is confirmation from you that Karl is dead. Presumably the plan was for you to send a message over Angel Band as soon as you had reconst.i.tuted. But now you don"t know what to do, because you can"t be sure Karl is dead. In fact, a.s.suming that Gamaliel knows about Tiamat"s old hiding place under the stadium "
"Her what?"
"Her secret lair. Sorry, I a.s.sumed you knew. I guess Lucifer doesn"t tell you much. You know that Tiamat and Lucifer are enemies, right?"
"I thought that Tiamat worked for Lucifer."
"Technically, yes. But she"s never been a true believer. You remember her little coup attempt in the first century, A.D.? When she tried to seize power from him on the Mundane Plane?"
Izbazel"s brow furrowed. "I thought they made up."
Mercury sighed. "Again, for a diabolical schemer, you"re not very good with the subtle nuances of intrigue. I should get you some flash cards or something. Lucifer and Tiamat didn"t "make up." Yes, technically Tiamat works for Lucifer. But she"s more like a slave than an employee. They hate each other. And I mean hate hate. He"s had her doing his grunt work down there for the past two thousand years. Spreading plague, burning witches, breaking up Van Halen... there"s no telling what he"s got her working on now."
"So what"s this about some kind of hideout under Anaheim stadium?"
"Lucifer won"t let her leave the Mundane Plane. He"s got a tracer on her, so he can check up on her any time he wants. If she removes the tracer, he gets alerted. But it doesn"t work perfectly, particularly underground. If she gets more than fifty feet or so underground, there"s enough interference that it becomes difficult for Lucifer to pinpoint her location. So she got it in her head to create a secret network of tunnels under Los Angeles, starting under Anaheim Stadium. She and her minions were plotting another rebellion against him. She got pretty far before he figured it out and closed her hideout."
"How do you know so much about Tiamat?"
Mercury shrugged. "I still know some people in her organization. I thought this stuff was pretty much common knowledge at this point. h.e.l.l, even the Charlie Nyx books have a reference to those tunnels. Somebody at the publishing company is obviously in touch with Lucifer. It must drive Tiamat crazy to know that every fourteen year old in the country knows about her secret hideout."
"You think Gamaliel helped Karl and Christine escape through these tunnels?"
"It"s a reasonable a.s.sumption. If Gamaliel really is working for Tiamat, he must have known about them. And if he got them down there in time, there"s a pretty good chance Karl is alive."
Izbazel did not look happy to hear this.
"So," Mercury observed, "Now you"re sitting here hoping that I"ll tell you what to do next. Do you lie and tell Lucifer that you saw Karl die risking the chance that Karl will reappear at some point, or do you tell him that you screwed up, and bear the price for being a scheming dumba.s.s who is completely out of his league?"
"That implosion must have taken out some of the tunnels," said Izbazel hopefully. "I really don"t think it"s very likely that Karl survived. In any case, I"m sure Lucifer will take into account...."
"Oh yes, Lucifer is a very understanding chap, as I recall. Maybe you"ll get some kind of runner-up medal for getting really close really close to killing the Antichrist. The answer, in case you"re wondering, is that you tell him the truth." to killing the Antichrist. The answer, in case you"re wondering, is that you tell him the truth."
"Tell him that Karl might be alive? That"s suicide!"
"Well you can"t lie, because I can guarantee you that if Karl is alive, Lucifer is going to find out about it."
"How?"
"She"s going to tell him," Mercury said. "Tiamat. That"s the whole point of this double-cross. She"s going to use Karl as leverage, threatening to expose Lucifer"s plan. This is her way back to power."
"So what do I do?"
"You tell Lucifer the truth."
"He"ll crucify me."
"Not if he thinks you"re his only chance to get Karl back."
"But I have no idea where Karl even is!"
"That"s okay," said Mercury. "I do. Call your boss."
THIRTY-FIVE.
Mundane scientists have never found any evidence of the existence of interplanar energy channels. Furthermore, if they were were ever to come across evidence of the existence of such channels, the scientists would, of course, insist that the channels are simply another natural phenomenon that has not yet been fully explained. They would patiently explain that the existing model of the Universe simply needed to be updated with this new information and that eventually the rules governing the channels would eventually be discovered. ever to come across evidence of the existence of such channels, the scientists would, of course, insist that the channels are simply another natural phenomenon that has not yet been fully explained. They would patiently explain that the existing model of the Universe simply needed to be updated with this new information and that eventually the rules governing the channels would eventually be discovered.
They would be wrong. There are no rules governing the interplanar energy channels.
This can"t be proven, of course, because to insist that a phenomenon follows no rules is to define a rule for that phenomenon. In other words, proving that a phenomenon follows no rules is to prove that it does follow a rule, thereby disproving the statement that it follows no rules. The interplanar energy channels seem to obey only one rule and that one only intermittently. The rule is known as Balderhaz"s Tendency, after the angel who discovered it. Balderhaz, the rare angel with an interest in scientific pursuits, posited that the interplanar energy channels act in a way to deliberately avoid scientific a.n.a.lysis.
This was, after all, the only way to explain the fact that Mundane science has never found any evidence to support the belief in the existence of the channels, despite the fact that they clearly do exist. Balderhaz theorized that the channels essentially hide from scientists. Balderhaz"s Tendency can also be phrased as: "The more likely a miracle is to be subjected to scientific a.n.a.lysis, the less likely it is that the miracle will occur in the first place."
Balderhaz tried to prove this rule which he had originally planned to call Balderhaz"s Law by observing scientists trying to replicate miraculous phenomena on the Mundane plane, but fell victim to his own hypothesis. The channels, while under observation, refused to consistently follow the rule of following no rules. In addition to the discovery of Balderhaz"s Tendency, this chain of events had two other notable consequences: First, Balderhaz gave up science to become a well-respected tennis instructor.
Second, a phenomenon known as the Mundanity Enhancement Field was discovered.
Balderhaz, before abandoning his research, discovered that by a.s.sembling certain Mundane minerals into a cubical form, one could create a mysterious field that would interfere with interplanar energy channels on the Mundane Plane within a limited area. The Balderhaz Cube, as it was called, essentially brought into being a "no miracles zone." In violation of the rule that the interplanar energy channels refuse to follow any rules, the channels warp themselves around the field created by the Cube. In essence, the Cube ensures that the physical laws governing the Mundane Plane act predictably, without any extraplanar interference. For this reason, the affected area is known as a Mundanity Enhancement Field.[10]
Now angels are notorious for relying on their ability to manipulate interplanar energy to bend reality to their respective wills particularly on the Mundane Plane, where the laws of physics are unusually restrictive. Occasions do arise, however, when it is useful to level the playing field by preventing unwanted extraplanar interference. One such occasion would be if there happened to be a renegade demon who was attempting to subvert the plans of both Heaven and h.e.l.l so that she could become the unquestioned despot of the Mundane Plane.
It was due to the scheming of just such a demon that Christine and Karl found themselves inside a one hundred yard diameter sphere where miracles were even less likely to occur than usual, just when a miracle might have come in handy.
Gamaliel had driven the Explorer a good hour east of Anaheim, well into the San Bernardino National Forest. He had navigated down increasingly narrow and primitive roads until finally they followed only the faintest hint of tire tracks through the hilly woods. Eventually they reached a chained gate bearing a forbidding sign that read "PERMITTED USE ONLY." Gamaliel got out and unlocked the padlock.
Christine thought about making a run for it, mainly because she thought that thinking about making a run for it was the thing to do under the circ.u.mstances. The truth was, she had nowhere to go and no hope of getting there. Having some idea what cherubim were capable of, she knew better than to try to get away from Gamaliel.
Gamaliel got back in the Explorer and drove it another half-mile to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was an oddly well-kempt cottage. Guards wearing camouflage gear and bearing a.s.sault rifles kept watch outside.
At Gamaliel"s command, Christine and Karl got out of the Explorer and walked to the door of the cottage, with Gamaliel following closely behind. The guards nodded respectfully as he pa.s.sed.
Gamaliel directed them toward the main room of the cottage, where a bookish but not unattractive middle-aged woman sat in a leather easy chair. Across from her was a matching leather couch, and in between was a rustic pine coffee table, on which lay a stack of several hardcover Charlie Nyx books. What caught Christine"s attention, though, was something that resembled a cube-shaped bowling ball sitting on the mantle above the stone fireplace. It was featureless and black, and seemed to Christine to have been formed of some sort of otherworldly material. It was too large and plain to be any kind of decoration. It presumably had some sort of practical purpose, but what?
The woman smiled at them.
"I suppose I"ll be released from that d.a.m.ned contract now now," she said.
Christine was dumbfounded. "What... where... who...?"
"Please, have a seat," the woman said. "I"m Katie Midford. This is my little mountain retreat. Nice, huh? My home in Beverly Hills is much more s.p.a.cious but, as you know, it"s not a great time to be in Los Angeles."
Not feeling like they had much of a choice, Christine and Karl sat on the couch opposite her. Looking out the window, all she could see were ma.s.sive redwoods and several armed guards patrolling the perimeter of the cottage.
"You"re the the Katie Midford?" said Karl. Katie Midford?" said Karl.
"Indeed," said Katie.
"The author of the Charlie Nyx books?" Christine said.
"I"m afraid so," said Katie. "I"m sorry they aren"t very good. Trying to appeal to the lowest common denominator, you know. And those G.o.d-awful movies, with the warlocks and the trolls...."
Any number of questions screamed to be let out of Christine"s head. She opened her mouth and one of them spilled out at random. "You don"t like your own books?" Christine asked.
Katie shrugged. "A necessary evil," she said. "Would you care for some tea?"
Neither of them particularly wanted tea.
"In any case, it"s done now. No more Charlie Nyx books."
"But the series..." gasped Karl, "It"s not finished!"
"No," said Katie. "And it won"t be. For one thing, the setting for the books is now just a gaping hole in the ground. And for another, when Lucifer finds out that the Antichrist is alive and well and sequestered in my mountain getaway, he"ll release me from my contract."
"So that"s what all this was about?" Christine said, flabbergasted. "You scheming to get out of a book contract?"
"Don"t judge me," said Katie. "You haven"t seen the contract. And if it weren"t for me sending Gamaliel to rescue you, you two would be in a million pieces."
"This makes no sense at all," said Christine. "You sent Gamaliel to rescue us from Izbazel"s anti-bomb at the stadium?"