This time, I glanced under the stalls before I broke the mirror. No one, good. After I kicked the worst of the shards out of the way, I answered natures call. I was in the process of washing my hands when the door opened and a squeal startled me.
That was already broken, I began to lie, only to be interrupted by the heavyset African-American woman saying, You are in the wrong place, Grandpa!
What? As I goggled at her, the womans gaze dropped to my lips, then to the glass on the floor.
You okay, sir? she asked in a less scandalized voice.
Im not a man, I protested, then stopped at the sudden burst of laughter from inside the store. Uh-oh.
Costas look of disbelief when he first saw me. Adrians amused comment of Nice to Zach. Both of them following me to the ladies room. This woman calling me sir and Grandpa.
I look like an old guy, dont I? I asked resignedly. An old guy wearing lipstick, no less.
Concern pinched her features. Is someone here with you, sir? Or is there someone we can call?
Yeah. My voice was wry. Call the angel with the warped sense of humor, because this is all his fault.
Now she really looked concerned, but I brushed by her, saying, Funs over, sonnies. Time to take Grandpa for a ride! to the two grinning guys waiting for me.
Way back when, Roanoke Island had been the site of a Colonial-era settlement that mysteriously disappeared. Today, parts of the island drew visitors by marketing that event. Take Festival Park, a tourist attraction complete with a structural re-creation of the Lost Colony, a play about it, several Elizabethan-styled games, and people wandering around in sixteenth-century costumes.
Costa didnt drop Adrian and me off here so we could join the festivities. In the glimpses I caught of the demon realm, the north side of Roanoke Island was surrounded by ice instead of water, with barren earth replacing the pretty oak and myrtle trees. Some of the pre-Colonial huts from Festival Park were there, though, looking not much different from the ones that duplicated the village in the former Lost Colony.
Costa didnt drop Adrian and me off here so we could join the festivities. In the glimpses I caught of the demon realm, the north side of Roanoke Island was surrounded by ice instead of water, with barren earth replacing the pretty oak and myrtle trees. Some of the pre-Colonial huts from Festival Park were there, though, looking not much different from the ones that duplicated the village in the former Lost Colony.
Its like the realm swallowed this place, I murmured to Adrian, glad someone else could see what I did.
Thats exactly what happened, he responded, his voice low. Realms start out as duplicate reflections of our world, with everything we build here getting mirrored there.
Everything? I tried to absorb the staggering thought that demon realms had duplicated the entire world.
As reflections, Adrian stressed, leading me into the trees behind the Visitors Center. Theyre not tangible yet. That only happens when demons get powerful enough to absorb an area. When they do, the place, along with everyone in it, gets sucked into a new realm in the demon world. So in effect, they swallow it. Then whats left in our world is an empty shell.
For a second, I closed my eyes, thinking of the two versions of the bed-and-breakfast Jasmine was trapped in. But that shell can be rebuilt.
It can. Adrian looked around, his mouth curling. Absorbed places carry negative imprints of what happened, even if people dont understand why they dont want to build there. Festival Park is at the back end of the demon realm. The main part looks just as beautiful in our world, but it isnt crawling with shops and hotels like these sections of Manteo.
He was right. The part of Manteo wed rented a room in had nearly wall-to-wall bed-and-breakfasts, inns, restaurants and stores. Compared to that, the place where the former Lost Colony had been located was largely undeveloped.
So what was our version of Mayhemiums realm, before he swallowed it? I asked, no longer whispering since we were a hundred yards into the woods by now. It looked like bigger versions of the Sun and Moon pyramids in the Avenue of the Dead.
He gave me a tight smile. You know your history.
Its my major, I said, remembering that the ruins of Teotihuacan were thousands of years old on our end. The demons had had plenty of time to keep building on their side of the realm. By comparison, the colony at Roanoke had been recently swallowed, and it was far less impressive than sucking in the third-largest pyramid in the world.
Whyd the demons want this place? I wondered.
Adrian gave me a jaded look as he held back a low-hanging branch so I could duck under it.
Same reason every conqueror wants more territory. The person with the most usually wins.
Duly noted. And you think the weapon might be here, why?
He stopped in front of a tall tree stump that had been halved, as though a lightning strike long ago had split it in two. The dark wood rising up behind him reminded me of Mayhemiums wings, and I shifted uncomfortably. What horrors would I discover in this new realm?
Its led by a weak demon, Adrian said. All I know of the demons from Goliaths line is that theyre very strong. That rules out the weapon being hidden in one of their realms. Otherwise, the demon who stole it wouldve just given it to that realms ruler instead of hiding it while looking for someone who could wield it.
I stared at him, incredulous. Youre saying that Mayhemium was a weak demon?
His snort was contemptuous. Oh, yeah. Total pussy.
Sure. Because who cant transform into dozens of killer crows, am I right?
His mouth quirked at my shrill tone. You freaking out, Ivy?
Yes. If Mayhemium was the demon-lite version, we were so screwed! Im just...absorbing this.
That quirk deepened. Sorry, times up. Heres the door.
With that, he grasped me and then dropped us backward into the V in the tree stump. Instead of hitting the long-dead wood, the realm-piercing roller coaster started, leaving me with a familiar sensation of nausea when it spit us out into a dark, freezing version of Festival Park.
This time, lights from the realms residents were close enough that I didnt feel like Id been struck blind. Of course, it also meant that we were stopped by a minion before wed been here less than five minutes. The slide show of white in his eyes matched the furs he wore over his leather-and-metal outfit, making him look like hed gotten it at a Viking surplus store.
Id heard enough Demonish to know that he said a variation of Stop! Who goes there? to Adrian, but his reply was lost on me. It seemed to satisfy the minion guard, and the way he barely looked at me made me glad for Zachs old-man disguise.
What was your excuse this time? I whispered when the guard was far enough away not to overhear us.
Adrians mouth tightened. I told him you were food.
Right, because that, forced labor and forced sex were the only things demons imported humans into their realms for. A sick sort of rage swept over me. Jasmine. Despite Adrians assurance that the demons were treating her better than anyone else, I couldnt help but wonder what horrors shed gone through while I was fumbling around looking for this weapon.
I forced those thoughts back. They only led to more rage and feelings of helplessness, which wouldnt do my sister any good. Finding the weapon would, and to do that, I needed to concentrate on abilities I was just learning to use.
We passed some old wooden huts that were covered by a thick layer of ice. Human slaves occupied them, and it was all I could do not to give away my warm jacket, boots and gloves when I saw them shivering in their paltry coverings. I couldnt, of course. That would be announcing myself to the minions and demons here, and though there were a lot less of them than in Mayhemiums realm, there were a lot more innocent bystanders on our side of Festival Park. Costa waited with our arsenal in the parking lot, but starting a firefight at a tourist attraction was the last thing we wanted to do.
After the wooden huts, we walked along what seemed like a mile-long line of igloos. The igloos made sense, I supposed, since ice was the only material in large supply here, and demons had absorbed this realm before anything substantial was built. Light inside made the igloos glow, and while I was sickened by all the trapped people they denoted, I was grateful for the extra illumination. Did I mention Id come to hate the dark?
Sense anything? Adrian asked.
No, I replied, and he grunted as though hed expected that. Guess the last place he thought the weapon was hidden was in the wall of a slave hut.
About three miles into our hike, I had a question, too. Why are demon headquarters so far away from realm entrances?
Adrian shot me a slanted look. Tactical advantage. They want to see an army coming, if someones after their realm.
Demons fight each other for control of the realms?
Adrians mouth curled into a sardonic grin. Humans dont have a monopoly on land grabs, Ivy.
Guess we wouldnt. Compared to all the demons other cruelties, snatching each others kingdoms seemed almost a benign activity.
After ten minutes of brisk walking, a castle came into view. The walls glowed with different colors, faint but ethereal, reminding me of a small, multicolored version of the Emerald City in The Wizard of Oz. When we got closer, I saw the gates were adorned with ice sculptures that looked like mermen and mermaids. A long staircase bordered by ice-carved waves led up to the castle, and the front doors resembled huge seashells.
More guards were stationed around the gates. In addition to metal, some of their weapons seemed to be forged from ice. It was as though wed stepped into a demonic version of Poseidons Frozen Paradise, and the more I stared, the less I wanted to remember. I hated that it was so beautiful when I knew what horrors lurked beneath the exquisite exterior.
After exchanging a few words with one of the guards, Adrian took us around to the back of the castle. There, we were stopped again, and Adrian relayed the same cover story as before. One of the guards shook his head as he gave me a rough cuff, and I didnt need to know Demonish to guess that he was disparaging my proposed edibility. I hunched my shoulders and tried to look terrified while I hoped Adrians darkening expression didnt mean he was about to deck the guard. I still hadnt sensed anything, but we hadnt entered the castle, and I wasnt leaving until Id given it a supernatural once-over.