FOR A FEW DEMONS MORE
KIM HARRISON
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To the guy who knows that the rose is more beautiful with the thorns still on it.
Contents
Title PageCopyrightDedicationChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneChapter Twenty-TwoChapter Twenty-ThreeChapter Twenty-FourChapter Twenty-FiveChapter Twenty-SixChapter Twenty-SevenChapter Twenty-EightChapter Twenty-NineChapter ThirtyChapter Thirty-OneChapter Thirty-TwoChapter Thirty-ThreeChapter Thirty-FourChapter Thirty-FiveChapter Thirty-SixChapter Thirty-SevenChapter Thirty-EightChapter Thirty-NineAcknowledgementsAbout the AuthorBy The Same AuthorAbout the Publisher
Chapter One
Hammering my fist against the back of my closet wasnt one of my more pleasant dreams. Actually, it hurt. The pain broke through my comfortable sleepy haze, and I felt the primitive part of me that never slept coolly measuring my slow gathering of will as I tried to wake up. With an eerie feeling of disconnection, I watched it happen, even as in my dream I tore the clothes off the rod and threw them to my rumpled bed.
Something, though, wasnt right. I wasnt waking up. The dream wasnt passively shredding into hard-to-remember bits. And with a jolt I realized I was conscious but not awake.
What in hell? Something was really, really wrong, and instinct sent a pulse of adrenaline through me, demanding I wake. But I didnt.
My breath was quick and ragged, and after I emptied the closet, I dropped to the floor and tapped my knuckles on the boards for a secret compartment I knew wasnt there. Frightened, I grasped my will and forced myself awake.
Pain reverberated through my forehead. I sprawled, all my muscles going flaccid. I managed to turn my head, and my ear stung instead of my nose breaking. Hard wood pressed against me, cold through my pajama shorts and top. My cry came out as a gurgle. I couldnt breathe! Somethingsomething was in here with me. In my head. Trying to possess me!
Terror smothered me like a blanket. I couldnt see it, couldnt hear it, could hardly sense it. But my body had become a battlefieldone where I didnt know how to win. Possession was a black art, and I hadnt taken the right classes. Damn it, my life isnt supposed to be like this!
Utter panic gave me strength. I tried to mobilize my legs and arms under me and push. I managed to rise to my hands and knees, then fell into my bedside table. It crashed to the floor and rolled to the empty closet.
My pulse hammering, the fear of suffocating overtook me. I managed to stagger into the hallway, looking for help. My unknown assailant and I found common ground and, working together, we took a breath that escaped in a choked cry. Where the devil was Ivy? Was she deaf? Maybe she hadnt yet come in from her run with Jenks. Shed said theyd be late.
As if bothered by the cooperation, my attacker gripped harder, and I collapsed to the floor. My eyes were open, and the red sheet of my hair stood between me and the end of the dusky hallway. It had won. Whatever it was, it had won, and I panicked as I found myself sitting up with an eerie slowness. The thick scent of burnt amber hung in my nose, rising from my skin.
No! I cried in my thoughtsbut I couldnt even speak. I wanted to scream, but my possessor made me take a slow, sedate breath instead. Malum, I heard myself curse, my voice carrying an odd accent and a sophisticated lilt that had never been mine.
That was the last penny in the jar. Fear shifted to anger. I didnt know who was in here with me, but whoever it was, was going to get out. Right now. Making me speak in tongues was just rude.
Falling into my thoughts, I felt the barest brush of someone elses confusion. Fine. I could build on that. Before the intruder could figure out what I was doing, I tapped the ley line out back in the graveyard. Stark, foreign surprise filled me, and while my assailant struggled to break me from the line, I formed a protection circle in my thoughts.
Practice makes perfect, I thought smugly, then braced myself. This was going to hurt like hell.
I opened my thoughts to the ley line with an abandon Id never dared before. And it came. Magic roared in. It overflowed my chi and poured into my body, burning my synapses and neurons. Tulpa, I thought in agony, the word opening the mental channels to spindle the energy. The rush would have killed me if I hadnt already burned a trail of nerves from my chi to my mind. Groaning, I felt the power sear anew as it raced to the protection circle in my thoughts, expanding it like a balloon. It was how I spindled ley line energy to use later, but at this rate it was like diving into a vat of molten metal.
An internal yelp of pain resounded in me, and with a mental push that I mirrored with my hands, I shoved away from myself.
A snap reverberated through me, and I was free of the unknown presence. From the churchs belfry above came the sound of the bell tollingan echo of my actions.
Something rolled and bumped down the corridor to crash into the wall at the end of the hall. I gasped and pulled my head up, then groaned in pain. Moving hurt. I held too much ley line power. It felt as if it had settled in my muscles, and using them squeezed the energy out.
Ow, I panted, very aware that something at the end of the hall was standing up. But at least now it wasnt in my head. My heart beat, and that hurt, too. Oh God, Id never held this much power before. And I stank. I reeked of burnt amber. What the Turn was going on?
With a pained determination, I squeezed the protection circle in my mind until the energy slipped back through my chi and into the ley line. It hurt almost as much as taking it in. But when I unspindled the ever-after from my thoughts to leave only that which my chi could hold, I looked up past the snarls of my hair, panting.
Oh, God. It was Newt.
What are you doing here? I said, feeling coated in ever-after slime.
The powerful demon looked confused, but I was still too out of things to appreciate its shocked expression: either a smooth-faced adolescent boy or a strong-featured female. Slender of build, it stood barefoot in my hallway between the kitchen and the living room. Squinting, I looked againyeah, the demon was standing this time, not floating, its long, bony feet definitely pressing the floorboardsand I wondered how Newt had managed to attack me when I was on hallowed ground. The addition to the church, where it stood now, wasnt sanctified, though, and it looked bewildered, wearing a dark red robe that looked somewhere between a kimono and what Lawrence of Arabia might wear on his day off.
There was a soft blurring of black ley line energy, and a slender obsidian staff as tall as I was melted into existence in Newts grasp, completing the vision I remembered from the time I had been trapped in the ever-after and had had to buy a trip home from Newt. The demons eyes were entirely blackeven what should be the whitesbut they were more alive than any Id ever seen as they stared at me unblinking down the twenty feet that separated ustwenty tiny feet and a swath of hallowed ground. At least I hoped it was still hallowed ground.
How did you learn how to do that? it said, and I stiffened at the odd accent, the vowels that seemed to insert themselves into the folds of my brain.
Al, I whispered, and the demons almost-nonexistent eyebrows rose. Shoulder against the wall, I never took my eyes from it as I slid upward to stand. This was not the way I wanted to start my day. God help me, Id only been asleep for an hour by the looks of the light.
Whats the matter with you? You cant just show up! I exclaimed, trying to burn off some adrenaline as I stood in the hallway still in the skimpy shirt and shorts I wore to bed. No one summoned you! And how could you stand on hallowed ground? Demons cant stand on sacred ground. Its in every book.
I do what I want. Newt peered into the living room, poking the staff over the threshold as if looking for traps. And assumptions like that will kill you, the demon added, adjusting the strand of black gold that glinted dully against the midnight red of its robe. I wasnt standing on hallowed groundyou were. And MiniasMinias said I wrote most of those books, so who knows how right they are?
Its smooth features melted into annoyance, at itself, not me. Sometimes I dont remember the past right, Newt said, its voice distant. Or maybe they simply change it and dont tell me.
My face went cold in the predawn chill. Newt was insane. I had an insane demon standing in my hallway and roommates coming home in about twenty minutes. How could something this powerful survive being this unbalanced? But unbalanced seldom equated with stupid, though powerful and unbalanced did. And clever. And ruthless. Demonic.
What do you want? I asked, wondering how long until the sun would rise.
With a troubled look, Newt exhaled. I dont remember, it finally said. But you have something of mine. I want it back.
While unknown emotions flitted through and Newts thoughts cataloged themselves, I squinted down the shadowy hallway, trying to decide if it was male or female. Demons could look like anything they wanted to. Right now Newt had pale eyebrows and a light, absolutely even skin tone. Id say it was feminine, but the jaw was strong and those bare feet were too bony to be pretty. Nail polish would look wrong on them.
It was wearing the same hat as beforeround, with straight sides and a flat top made from a scrumptiously rich red fabric and gold braiding. The short, nondescript hair falling to just below the ear gave no clue to gender. The time Id questioned what sex he or she was, Newt had asked me if it made a difference. And watching Newt struggle to place a thought, I had a feeling it wasnt that the demon didnt think it was important but that Newt didnt remember what parts he or she had been born with. Maybe Minias did. Whoever Minias was.
Newt, I said, hoping my shaking voice wasnt too obvious, I demand you leave. Go directly to the ever-after from this place, and dont return to bother me again.
It was a good banishmentapart from my not having put it in a circle firstand Newt raised one eyebrow at me, its puzzlement set aside with an ease that spoke of much practice. Thats not my summoning name.
The demon jerked into motion. I shrank back to invoke a circlepaltry though it would be, undrawn and unscribedbut Newt stepped into the living room, the hem of its robe the last thing I saw slipping around the doorframe. From out of sight came the sound of nails being pulled from wood. There was a sharp crack of splintering paneling, and Newt swore colorfully in Latin.
Jenkss cat Rex padded past me, curiosity doing its best to fulfill its promise. I lunged after the stupid animal, but she didnt like me and so skittered away. The caramel-colored kitten paused at the threshold with her ears pricked. Tail twitching, she sat and watched.
Newt wasnt trying to pull me into the ever-after, and it wasnt trying to kill me. It was looking for something, and I think the only reason it had possessed me was so it could search the sanctified church. Which boded well as a sign that the grounds were still holy. But the damned thing was crazy. Who knew how long it would ignore me? Until it decided I might be able to tell it where it was? Whatever it was?
A thump from the living room made me jump. Tail crooked, Rex padded in.
The sudden knocking on the front door of the church spun me the other way to the empty sanctuary, but before I could call out a warning, the heavy oak door swung open, unlocked in expectation of Ivys return. Great. Now what?
Rachel? a worried voice called, and Ceri strode in, fully dressed in faded jeans with dirt-wet knees, clearly having been in the garden despite it being before sunrise. Her eyes were wide with worry, and her long, fair hair billowed about her as she paced quickly across the barren sanctuary, tracking in mud from her garden-inappropriate, elaborately-embroidered slippers. She was an elf in hiding, and I knew that her schedule was like a pixys: awake all day and night but for four hours around each midnight and noon.
Frantic, I waved my hands, alternating my attention between the empty hallway and her. Out! I all but yelped. Ceri, get out!
Your church bell rang, she said, cheeks pale with concern as she came to take my hands. She smelled wonderfulthe elven scent of wine and cinnamon mixing with the honest smell of dirtand the crucifix Ivy had given her glinted in the dim light. Are you all right?
Oh, yeah, I thought, remembering hearing the bell in the belfry toll when I had pushed Newt from my thoughts. The expression ringing the bells wasnt just a figure of speech, and I wondered how much energy I had channeled to make the bell in the tower resonate.
From the living room came the ugly noise of paneling being ripped from the wall. Ceris blond eyebrows rose. Crap, she was calm and sedate, and I was shaking in my underwear.
Its a demon, I whispered, wondering if we should leave or try for the circle I had etched in the kitchen floor. The sanctuary was still hallowed ground, but I didnt trust anything except a well-drawn circle to protect me from a demon. Especially this one.
The questioning look on Ceris delicate, heart-shaped face went hard with anger. She had spent a thousand years trapped as a demons familiar, and she treated them like snakes. Cautious, yes, but she had long since lost her fear. Why are you summoning demons? she accused. And in your sleepwear? Her narrow shoulders stiffened. I said Id help you with your magic. Thank you very much, Ms. Rachel Mariana Morgan, for making me feel worthless.
I took her elbow and started dragging her backward. Ceri, I pleaded, not believing that her delicate temper had taken this the wrong way. I didnt call it. It showed up on its own. Like I would even touch demon magic now? My soul was already tainted with enough demon smut to paint a gymnasium.
At that, Ceri pulled me to a stop, steps from the open sanctuary. Demons cant show up on their own, she said, the flicker of concern returning as her white fingers touched her crucifix. Someone must have summoned it, then let it go improperly.
The soft scuff of bare feet at the end of the hallway cut through me like a gunshot. My pulse catching, I turned, Ceris attention following mine an instant later.
Cantor dont? Newt said. The kitten was in its arms, paws kneading.
Ceris knees buckled, and I reached for her. Dont touch me! she shrieked, and I was suddenly battling her as she swung blindly, pulling from me and lunging into the sanctuary.
Shit. I think were in trouble.
I lurched after her, but she jerked me back when we found the middle of the empty space. Sit, she said, her hands shaking as she tried to yank me down.
Okay, we werent leaving. Ceri I began and then my jaw dropped when she flicked a dirt-caked jackknife from her back pocket. Ceri! I exclaimed as she sliced her thumb open. Blood gushed, and while I stared, she drew a large circle, mumbling Latin. Her waist-length, almost-translucent hair hid her features, but she was trembling. My God, she was terrified.
Ceri, the sanctuary is holy! I protested, but she tapped a line and invoked her circle. A black-stained field of ever-after rose to encompass us, and I shuddered, feeling the smut of her past demon magic slither over me. The circle was a good five feet in diameter, rather large for one person to hold, but Ceri was probably the best ley line practitioner in Cincinnati. She cut her middle finger, and I grabbed her arm. Ceri, stop! Were safe!
Wide-eyed in panic, she shoved me off her, and I fell into the inside of her field, hitting it like a wall. Get out of the way, she ordered, starting to draw a second circle inside the first.
Shocked, I pulled myself to the center, and she smeared her blood behind me.
Ceri I tried again, stopping when I saw her intertwining the line with the first, enforcing it. Id never seen that before. Latin words fell from her lips, dark and threatening. Pinpricks of power crawled over my skin, and I stared when she cut her pinkie and started a third circuit.
Silent, desperate tears marked her face as she finished and invoked it. A third sheet of black rose over us, heavy and oppressive. She switched the filthy gardening blade to her bloodied hand and, shaking, prepared to cut her left thumb.
Stop! I protested. Frightened, I grabbed her wrist, sticky with her own blood.
Her head swung up. Blue eyes lost in terror met mine. Her skin was chalk white.
Its okay, I said, wondering what Newt had done to cause this self-assured, unflappable woman to lose it. Were in the church. Its sanctified. You built a damn fine circle. I looked at it humming over my head, worried. The triple circle was black with a thousand years of curses that Algaliarept, the demon Id saved her from, made her pay for. Id never felt such a strong barrier.
Ceris pretty head shook back and forth, lips parted to show tiny teeth. You have to call Minias. God help us. You have to call him!
Minias? I questioned. Who in hell is Minias?
Newts familiar, Ceri stammered, her blue eyes showing her fear.
Was she nuts? Newts familiar was another demon. Give me that knife, I said, wrestling it from her. Her thumb was bleeding, and I looked for something to wrap it in. We were safe. Newt could have the run of the back for all I cared. Sunup was near, and Id sat in a circle and waited for it before. Memories of my ex-boyfriend Nick rose through me and vanished.
You have to call him, Ceri gushed, and I stared when she fell to her knees and started scribing a plate-size circle with her blood, tears spotting the old oak timbers as she worked.
Ceri, its okay, I said, standing over her in confusion.
But when she looked up, my confidence faltered. No, it isnt, she said, her voice low, the elegant accent that gave away her royal beginnings now carrying the sound of defeat.
A wave of something pulsed, bending the bubble of force that sheltered us. My gaze went to the half sphere of ever-after around us, and from above came a clear bong of the church bell resonating. The black sheet protecting us quivered, flashing the pure color of Ceris blue aura for an instant before returning to its demon-fouled black state.
From the archway at the back of the church came Newts soft voice. Dont cry, Ceri. It wont hurt as bad the second time.
Ceri jerked, and I snatched her arm to keep her from running for the open door and breaking her own circle. Her flailing hand struck my face, and at my yelp she collapsed to slump at my feet. Newt broke the sanctity, Ceri said around her sobs. She broke it. I cant go back there. Al lost a bet, and I twisted her curses for ten years. I cant go back there, Rachel!
Frightened, I put my hand on her shoulder, but then hesitated. Newt was female. Then my face blanked. Newt was in the hallwaythe sanctified part.
My thoughts returned to that pulse of energy. Ceri had once said it was possible for a demon to desanctify the church, but that it was unlikely as it cost far too much. And Newt had done so without a thought. Shit.
Swallowing, I looked to find Newt framed by the hallway, well within what had been holy ground. Rex was still in the demons arms, smiling a stupid cat smile. The orange feline wouldnt let me touch her, but shed purr while an insane demon pet her. Figures.
With her black staff tucked in the crook of her elbow and draped in her elegantly cut robes, Newt looked almost biblical. Her femininity was obvious once her gender was settled, her black, unblinking eyes placidly taking in Ceris circle in the middle of the all-but-barren sanctuary.
I crossed my arms over myself to hide my near nakedness. Not that there was that much to hide. My heart pounded and my breath came fast. The demon mark on the underside of my footproof that I owed Newt a favor for returning me back from the ever-after into reality last solsticethrobbed as if aware that its maker was in the room.
From beyond the tall stained-glass windows and the open front door came the soft whoosh of a passing car and the twitters of early birds. I prayed the pixies would stay in the garden. The knife was red and sticky in my hand from Ceris blood, and I felt ill.
Its too late to flee, she said, taking the knife back. Call Minias.
Newt stiffened. Rex jumped from her arms to land upon my desk. Panicked, the cat leapt to the floor, scattering papers as she streaked into the hall. Red robe furling, Newt strode to Ceris circle, slamming her spinning staff into it. Minias doesnt belong here! she shouted. Give it to me! Its mine. I want it back!
Adrenaline made my head hurt. I watched the circle quiver, then hold.
We have only moments after she becomes serious, Ceri whispered, white-faced but looking more collected. Can you distract her?
I nodded, and Ceri began to prepare her spell. Tension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic. What do you want? Tell me, and Ill give it to you, I said, voice quaking.
Newt began to pace the circle, looking like a caged tiger as her deep red robe hissed against the floor. I dont remember. Confusion made her face hard. Dont call him, the demon warned, black eyes shining. Every time I do, he makes me forget. I want it back, and you have it.
Oh, this just gets better and better. Newts gaze went to Ceri, and I blocked her view.
I had a half-second warning before the demon again jabbed her staff at the circle. Corrumpro! she shouted as it connected. At my feet, Ceri trembled when the outermost circle flashed into utter blackness as Newt owned it. With a little smile, Newt touched the circle, and it vanished to leave two thin, shining bands of unreality between us and death, dressed in a dark red robe and wielding a black staff.
Your skills are much improved, Cerdiwen Merriam Dulciate, Newt said. Al is an exceptional teacher. Perhaps enough that you might be worth my kitchen.
Ceri didnt look up. The curtain of her pale hair hid what she was doing, and its tips were stained red from her blood. My breath was fast, and I continued to turn to keep Newt in sight until my back was again facing the open door to the church.
I remember you, Newt said, tapping the butt of her staff along the circle where it met the floor. Each jab sent a deeper wash of black crawling over the barrier. I put your soul back together when you traveled the lines. You owe me a favor. I stifled a shiver when the demons gaze went past my bare, pasty legs to Ceri. Give me Ceri, and Ill call it null.
I stiffened. Kneeling behind me, Ceri found her strength. I have my soul, she stated, voice quivering. I dont belong to anyone.
Newt seemed to shrug, fingers playing with her necklace. Ceris signature is all over the imbalance on your soul, the demon said to me as she moved to Ivys piano and turned her back on me. She is twisting curses for you, and youre taking them. If that doesnt make her your familiar, then what does?
She twisted a curse for me, I admitted, watching the demons long fingers caress the black wood. But I took the imbalance, not her. That makes her my friend, not my familiar.
But Newt had apparently forgotten us. Standing beside Ivys piano, the robed figure seemed to gather the power of the room into her, turning all that had once been holy and pure to her own purpose. Here, she murmured. I came to get something of mine you stolebut thisTucking her staff into the crook of her arm, Newt bowed her head and held it. This bothers me. I dont like it here. It hurts. Why does it hurt here?