"Oh, you will come to understand that soon enough. In fact"-he paused, listening to the noises beyond-"very soon indeed. The final preparations must be made."
The Emperor didn"t move from his reclined position. Indigo light began pulsating in the back of his palm, coiling into the shape of a rose, and within seconds his body had vanished into a retreating trail of ebony smoke.
Chapter VI.
the aterosa Jack didn"t know how long he was there. He may well have fallen out of consciousness again, such was the entropy in which he found himself. None of the others around him stirred. Once or twice he tried calling out to them but received no response. He wondered if they had been affected by the Darkness that had consumed them in the prison cell.
He remembered the alchemical constriction that had prevented him from fighting back. The same block was present here. Whatever was binding him to his pole, he couldn"t shift it, alchemically or otherwise.
It was times like this that he"d become used to Inari bailing him out. Amongst the many anxieties struggling for control inside his head, the nature of the fox"s departure factored highly. He was sure what they were about to encounter was linked to whatever had terrified Inari enough to keep him from accompanying them to Nexus.
All the while, he was aware of the growing noise beyond the veil. Echoes suggested they were in a huge room-a sanctuary, if the Emperor had been telling the truth. He tried to nudge the veil, to get a glimpse of what was beyond, but he couldn"t reach.
Then, after what could have been hours, the Emperor"s voice rang out from somewhere nearby. Hush descended instantly from beyond. A few seconds later, the curtain dropped.
Jack blinked. The chamber was indeed immense: vaults of stone supported by columns and interspersed with stained gla.s.s windows. It was crammed to the breaking point with people, well into the thousands, the faces fading into a blur towards the back of the room. The bulk of the congregation were the same dark-skinned denizens as had been in the chapel, but now they were herded in on all sides by Cultists.
Jack was indeed suspended high off the floor, clamped in a T shape like a crucifix. Looking to his left and right, he saw the other Apollonians fixed likewise in a line-seven in total, hoisted like war banners in front of the rabble. They were, at last, coming to their senses.
The Emperor spoke from the steps below, his voice resounding through the a.s.sembled crowd.
"Brothers, sisters, loyal subjects and followers. You are gathered here this night to witness the dawn of a new era. Darkness has fallen, my friends, upon the age that has pa.s.sed, and Darkness rises to cloak the new one. All our work, all our struggle against our enemies to purify and protect our glorious realm-that struggle comes to a climax tonight."
The Emperor raised his head, and thousands more glinting eyes shifted upwards to the seven figures suspended in the air.
"You see before you the most recent in a line of heretics who have sought to destroy our city. They have infiltrated with the intention of spreading heathenism amongst us, trying to rend apart our Church."
A swell of noise began at the back and swept forward. The roar of mob rage broke like a wave upon them. The crowd heaved, and several objects were hurled towards the front of the Cathedral, though they all fell short.
"Nevertheless," the Emperor continued, his booming voice prevailing over the riotous wailings of the congregation, "they were unsuccessful. They have been thwarted in their treacherous attempts by the foresight of our mighty Dragon, and they shall be put to use in his service. Subjects and followers, we have never been closer to the presence of the Almighty Dragon than tonight. In his munificence, our great G.o.d has shown us the path to him. The Cult of Dionysus has created a medium through which the full force of his power can enter our world. Behold-the Aterosa!"
Darkness rushed downwards, flowing like windswept fog from the ceiling and walls to collect in the gap between the Emperor and the congregation. Something was bubbling black, writhing out of the floor with the noise of a gale. The rose pattern had come to life, its gigantic petals oozing off the marble surface, its thorns cracking like whips as they broke free. An indigo-black ma.s.s hauled itself into the air like a huge eye or some unseen deep-sea monster, tendrils hovering about it.
Jack lurched forward and retched. He wasn"t the only one to feel the demonic influence. To his right, Sardar"s jaw was clamped shut: to his left, Dannie had lost control and vomited down the front of her tunic.
Complete silence had fallen now. Every pair of eyes in the chamber-whether heavily lidded with fatigue or concealed within the shadows of a hood-fixed upon the floating ma.s.s.
"In order to unlock this power," the Emperor continued, "we must all pray. Pray, subjects and followers, for our salvation! Pray for our communion with the Dragon and his Darkness!"
Every single head in the congregation bowed. Only the roll of the storm outside interrupted the reverent silence.
The Emperor lowered his arms and turned to look up at them. With a wave of his hand, he was airborne on a trail of black smoke, hovering at their height. He regarded them each in turn with a malevolent smirk. "Impressed, I a.s.sume?"
None of them replied immediately.
This close, Jack saw just how decrepit the Emperor was. His skin was pallid blue. His lips and teeth were cracked-for that matter, so was his skin, fissured like dry mud. What was more, with his every breath, a hint of grey smoke escaped and furled into the air. Only the eyes were truly alive, and they burnt with the intensity of a thousand golden suns. It was as if they were anchors, barely holding together a body that would otherwise have crumbled into dust.
"Well? Are you all speechless? Have you not worked it out yet?"
Jack didn"t know what he meant. He watched Sardar, who usually had the answer to these questions. And, sure enough, it took only a moment for the elf"s eyes to close in silent, painful understanding.
"That"s why our alchemy is so diminished here. This city, this entire island, is built on haruspex, isn"t it?"
The Emperor cackled. "Not just built on haruspex-it is haruspex. The very buildings are hewn from it-even this Cathedral. It was a gift from the Dragon in all his glory, and with it we have conquered world after world. And now, harnessed into the Aterosa-"
"But we"ll all be obliterated! The Dark alchemy surging through the city will act like a lightning rod. This can"t be a dawn of your new imperial age if the heart of your empire is ripped apart!"
The Emperor"s grin widened. "Oh, Apollonian, I pity you. You cannot possibly conceive of life beyond the mortal. We are about to partic.i.p.ate in the ultimate act of collective worship. You and your side pride yourselves on your humanitarianism, your altruism-but tell me, elf, which of us is selfless? Which of us, for the greater cause, is willing to sacrifice ourselves absolutely? Behind your facade of charity, your creed is built on self-preservation."
"You"re far too precious about your collective Darkness."
"And you are far too precious about your individualism. Which will be remembered: the acts of a few freedom fighters, or a perfectly united world-shattering force? The Aterosa will rend a hole in the Light, through which the Darkness and the Dragon himself can enter unrestrained. We will all perish as tributes to usher in a new age."
"This is monstrous," Sardar said quietly, raising his head to look directly into the Emperor"s eyes. "Do you have any idea how many will die because of this-how many millions of lives will be obliterated by your power games?"
"Of course I do. And if you think you"re going to appeal to some humanity in me, you"re sadly mistaken. I"m not explaining this to you because you can stop it. I"m explaining it so you know just how much you have failed."
"Are you completely insane?"
The black energy around his feet swirled slightly, and the Emperor propelled forward so that he was only inches from Sardar.
The elf didn"t flinch but held the Emperor"s stare.
"Insanity is highly subjective. My ideology is abhorrent to you, so you brand me insane. Your ideology is entirely foolish, so I brand you a heretic. The difference is that I am winning and you are not. Incidentally," he added, looking at the other faces, "do these companions of yours fulfill any function, or do they merely hang around in silence to make you feel supported?"
"Get away from him," Ada burst out, throwing herself ineffectually against her restraints. "Don"t you dare-"
"Calm down, dear."
With a flick of the Emperor"s hand, Ada"s voice was m.u.f.fled, though she continued mouthing furiously.
"Stop that! Release-" Vince"s incensed grunts were cut off by the same force.
"Well, they"re all going off now, aren"t they?" The Emperor swiveled his hand.
Jack felt a pressure close around his throat. He tried to shout but, like the others, was unable to produce a sound.
Sardar didn"t seem to have reacted. He waited, viewing the Emperor"s face at close range. His next words were so soft that Jack had to lean in to hear over the wind and murmurings.
"A duel. Single combat. You and I."
The Emperor"s mouth cracked into a furry-toothed grin. "And what possible incentive is there for me? I"ve won. I"m in control. Why would I accept your challenge?"
"Because," Sardar replied in a barely audible whisper. "I know who the ubermensch is."
The Emperor scrutinized the elf"s features. "How do I know you"re telling the truth?"
"You"ll have to take that risk. If you don"t, you may never know and your work will be put on precarious footing. What would happen if, after all this effort, the encroaching Darkness were thwarted because you didn"t take the opportunity to deal with the one force which can overcome it? I can"t imagine your Dragon will look on you too well then, will he?"
The Emperor"s eyes locked with Sardar"s. "Deal. If I defeat you, I extract the information I need. If you defeat me, then... ?"
"Then you destroy the Aterosa."
"Rest a.s.sured, that will never happen." The Emperor spun and floated downwards from them. His voice boomed again, silencing the murmuring of the congregation. "There has been a change of arrangements. One of the heretics has agreed to duel me. I am to exhibit to him the might of our Lord. No one shall be allowed to intervene. You must all continue praying."
The Cultists began applauding, and a ripple stirred in the main congregation as well. The murmuring resumed.
The bonds clasping Sardar"s wrists and ankles to the pole unraveled. He fell forwards but slowed his descent and came to stand gracefully at the foot of the altar. He looked haggard but intent, the last rags of the Cultist robes clinging to his tunic. He wiped blood-matted hair out of his face and readied himself.
The Emperor descended with his back to the congregation, his robes sweeping the flagons. With a crackle of Dark energy the cloth was rent and reshaped, curling into a barbed breastplate and gauntlets. He raised his fist, and an orb of indigo light surrounded it.
Sardar took up a sideways stance, and light gleamed around his forearms. The wind howled, the congregation murmured, the Aterosa writhed, the Apollonians hung silently in the air, and the battle began.
Chapter VII.
sabotage Ruth opened her eyes. Something had changed. Her circle of light was still intact, humming with ethereal energy, but it was no longer surrounded by the will-o"-the-wisp eyes. The demons seemed to be melting back into the shadows, dissolving into a single ma.s.s of oily blackness on the ground. What was more, the Darkness itself was vanishing, retreating across the floor and up the walls as if into a vacuum.
She looked around. The stacked clinical cubes were still there, but the wailing was diminishing. The demonic presence was being removed from within the cells, one by one, leaving the people inside alone. As if gravity had been partially reversed, the liquid ebony seeped up and disappeared through the ceiling.
Ruth scrambled to her feet, the barrier fading. She felt suddenly energized. Not only had the strain of maintaining alchemy been lifted, but the air seemed cleaner, as if purged of an infective spore. A groan from somewhere to her left alerted her. She turned to see a man in the corner of his cell doubled over, clasping his stomach.
Ruth knelt, placed a palm on the gla.s.s, and whispered to him, "Are you okay?"
The man raised his head slowly. He was a local with a coloring similar to hers. He was the thinnest person she had ever seen. Beneath the shreds of his clothes, his ribs arched out of his torso like the poles of a tent. As he shifted in the light, she saw that he was missing an eye. With the one remaining, he looked upon her face with an expression she couldn"t immediately place-it took her a moment to realize that it was mingled shock, terror, and a hint of hope.
"Are you one of them?" he managed eventually, his voice hoa.r.s.e.
"No," Ruth replied. A lump of emotion collected in her throat, and she tried to swallow it away. "No, I"m here to get you out. Get back."
She stood and shifted her hand higher on the gla.s.s. Alchemy flowed much more easily now, and she sent a shock wave through the pane. With a soft boom, a web of cracks spiralled outwards from the point of impact and the gla.s.s shattered. She hurried inside and, throwing one of the man"s arms around her shoulder, supported him as he limped out of the cell into the main aisle.
His breath was ragged with the exertion of moving just a few feet, so she helped him down to a seated position. She crouched over him, ready to ask where he was in pain.
He feebly waved her away. "We have to get the others out. All of them."
Ruth scanned the aisles of cells. There was indeed a person in every one: some were moving slightly, others weren"t at all. The number must have extended into the hundreds, if not thousands. Her brief sense of elation was evaporating into despair. "Who are all these people?"
"Prisoners," was the croaking reply. "Enemies of the state, enemies of the Cult, heretics, would-be dissidents."
"So they don"t kill you?" Ruth asked distractedly, still gazing down the aisle. "They just keep you here?"
The man spluttered, "Why would they kill us? That would be a relief from... from..." He looked up and shuddered.
Ruth took stock of the situation. The demons had gone, at least for now. Something had drawn them away. Now that the Darkness wasn"t immediately present and she was able to think rationally again, she felt a stab of guilt for leaving her friends behind. They had almost certainly been captured by now, and she had a horrible suspicion that the demons drawn away from her were drawing closer to them. It had been a mistake to come to Nexus, she now realized. They had all walked unwittingly into a trap.
But then she looked again at the man, who was now coughing up blood. She and the Apollonians could still undo some of the evil of the Cult. If she could free these prisoners and get them safely away from here, then their trip would not have been entirely in vain.
She fumbled inside her cloak and produced her metallic egg. In the flurry of the chase and her remembrance of her last time on Nexus, she had almost forgotten that there were other Apollonians waiting as backup. She intoned a few syllables, and the machinery beneath the casing flared up. She twisted it, and with a slurping sound a bubble of turquoise broke loose, expanding upwards to the size of a dinner platter.
"Command deck."
The bubble fizzed lightly, and as the surface cleared again she found herself looking into the command deck of The Golden Turtle from the angle of one of the computer monitors. Quentin, Gaby, Malik, and a pair of other Apollonians stood around the map table.
"Ruth, what happened? You look terrible!" Gaby exclaimed.
"There"s a lot to explain and not much time. The others walked into a trap, and they"ve probably been captured. I managed to get out."
"Where are you now?" Malik urged her. "Have you been detected?"
"I think I"m underground. I"m fairly sure I"m in the Precinct, but on the lowest level. Something weird just happened. There were demons swarming everywhere, but then they all retreated. I think something big is going on upstairs."
"You"re quite right there," Quentin replied, his face ashen. "You haven"t seen the sky, then?"
Someone evidently had pressed a few keys, because the bubble fizzed again. Ruth was now looking out the top of the ship. The storm had intensified since they had last been outside, the rain cutting almost horizontally across the air. Lightning flashed more frequently than ever and closer too; it looked like it might actually be striking the fringes of the city. The glare illuminated the ma.s.s of the Cathedral, and out of its core a pillar of indigo energy pierced the clouds. Darkness-not just the shadows of the night, but solid, impenetrable obsidian-was collecting around it, swirling downwards like the base of a tornado, as if magnetically conducted.
The view returned to the command deck. Ruth now understood the others" expressions.
"We think that"s the Aterosa being activated," Gaby explained. "And if it"s their Shards being used to do it, then they"re probably in the Cathedral."
"We need a plan," Malik added, quite unnecessarily. No one seemed to be suggesting that they just did nothing.
Ruth closed her eyes for a moment, thinking, trying to block out the other noises from outside. None of the others spoke. Her eyelids flashed open again, and she was ready. "If all the demons are collecting at the Cathedral, then we"ve got a window of opportunity. I"m not sure what that thing will do, but we know it"s a superweapon, so it wouldn"t be good to stick around too long. We need to get these prisoners out, and I"ll need a hand. Can you lock onto my coordinates?"
One of the crew typed something in. "Done."
"Right, I need you to get over here as quickly as possible-and bring the dimension ship too. There are a lot of them. Then we need to get to the Cathedral."
"I thought you were going to say that," Malik commented darkly.
"We need to get the others out of there and, preferably, as many non-Cultists as we can take. Even if it"s too late to stop the superweapon, at least we can try and get out of here relatively unscathed."
She surveyed the faces before her. She knew them well enough to see when they were hiding utter terror with steadfast bravery.