Dark Calling (20 page)

I work on the window as the demons lash and claw at the barrier. It covers all of us except Kirilli, who was too far away
and has been cut off, swamped by the army of demonic warriors. It’s a powerful shield, impervious to physical assault. If
the demons continue to hurl themselves at it, they won’t inflict any damage and we’ll be out of here in another couple of—

“Stand aside!” Lord Loss yells, blasting his way through a pack of gibbering beasts. He studies the barrier and sneers, then
howls a phrase of magic. Energy crackles in all eight of his hands. He lets it build, then directs it at the barrier, a stream
of sizzling, purple power. Lord Loss is a demon master, far superior to any human in the ways of magic. Nothing should be
able to stand against him. But we’re the Kah-Gash and I sense within seconds that we’re stronger than our foe. I laugh confidently.
We’re going to walk out of this without even a scratch. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when…

Juni lays a hand on Lord Loss’s lumpy flesh. She’s changed a lot since I last saw her and has become a mutated, flesh-dripping,
impossibly ugly beast. Her eyes flare with shocking madness and naked hate. I remember when, as Nadia Moore, she saved my
life. She’d committed herself to Lord Loss by that stage, but there was still room in her heart for human feelings.

Not anymore. She’s become that which she once fought, every bit as heartless as a true child of the Demonata. She screeches
vilely and unleashes a burst of magic at the barrier. At her cry, demons huddle around the pair and link with them, adding
their energy to hers and Lord Loss’s, focusing their combined forces on the shield.

“Grubbs!” Bec pants, feeling the barrier give. “We need more power.”

“I can’t,” he gasps, sweating as we all are, buckling under the strain. “This is as far… as I dare unleash it. If I give it
more freedom… I won’t be able to control it. Anything could… happen.”

I don’t understand what he’s saying. He must be insane. The barrier will break and they’ll be on us in seconds. We have to
throw everything we have at them or else we’re doomed.

Then I remember when we last gave the Kah-Gash absolute freedom. It drove the universes back in time. If we could count on
it working in our favor again, there’d be no need to worry. But we don’t know what it will do if we set it loose a second
time. Maybe it would give us the strength to defeat the demons—or maybe it would wipe out our universe and hand victory to
the Demonata. We dare not play that card unless all else is lost. Our situation is desperate but not hopeless, and until that
changes, Grubbs is right to hold back.

“We have to fight,” he roars. “Are you ready?” I nod weakly. “Bec?”

“Go for it,” she growls.

With a battle-hungry cry, Grubbs explodes the barrier. A wall of energy spreads like a ripple from a nuclear explosion, flattening
the demons closest to us. For a few seconds we’re standing at the center of a clear circle, confusion reigning all around.
Then the demons farther back recover, bellow brutally, and push forward, clambering over the bodies of the fallen, to surround
and enclose us.

The real fight begins.

  It’s wilder than any battle I’ve ever been involved in. I’ve laughed in the face of overwhelming odds before, but nobody’s
laughing now. There are too many of them, demons of every rank, from familiars up to masters like Lord Loss. All they share
is a total hatred of us and a determination to strip our flesh from our bones.

We strike without pause, using bolts and fireballs of magic. Hundreds perish within seconds, but still they press on, thousands
of fresh monsters to replace each that falls.

I try to stay in touch with Bec and Grubbs, but we’re forced apart. Grubbs is dragged away by several demons at least five
times his size. A winged beast snatches Bec from the ground and shoots into the air with her.

I go down under the feet of dozens of hard-shelled demons. Claws slash, fangs and pincers snap. I feel cuts open down my legs
and arms, across my stomach and chest. I ignore the pain, use magic to numb the worst of it, and with a great effort thrust
off the demons. Yelling, I stagger to my feet, then collapse again beneath a dinosaur-shaped beast.

Fangs lock around my throat and tighten. I turn the flesh of my neck to steel but the fangs continue to grind together. This
is the end. There’s nothing I can do. Some wounds are fatal, no matter how magical you are. Once my throat’s been crushed,
I’m as dead as—

A silver, purple-tipped spike pokes sharply through the center of the dinosaur’s head. It squeals, then falls aside. A panting
Dervish pulls me to my feet. The spikes on his head have tripled in length and writhe like snakes, independent of one another,
jabbing at the demons around us, driving them back.

“How much longer will it take you to open that freakin’ window?” he roars.

I look for the patches of light. They’re twenty feet away, drifting apart. With a curse, I summon them, pat the stray patches
into place, and start adding new lights to the pack.

“How long?” Dervish screams again, blood flowing from a chunk that’s been bitten out of the left side of his chest—I see snapped
white bones poking through the streams of red.

“Maybe a minute,” I gasp, hands blurring.

I glance around as I’m putting the window together. Grubbs is back on his feet, supported by his retinue of werewolves, who’ve
torn into the demons around him, attacking rabidly, tearing strips out of their foes. Bec is still fighting with the winged
demon and has forced it towards the ground. Meera’s close by, doggedly working her way back to us. Her left arm’s been severed
at the shoulder. Half her face is a clawed-up, blood-soaked mess—her beauty’s been spoiled forever. But more worrying than
that are the guts dangling from a hole in her stomach, and the small demon wrapped around her waist, tugging at the intestines,
reeling them out like a cat unraveling a ball of string.

“Meera!” I scream, desperate to help but needing to stay focused on the window. It’s our only hope of escape. If I abandon
it, we’re all doomed.

Dervish has spotted Meera too. He begins to dart to her rescue, then swears and drives back a multi-eyed monster that was
about to snap off my hands. He has to stand guard. I can’t protect myself while I’m working on the window. He’s tied to his
post, as I am. He weeps with frustration as he fights off the hordes clustered around us, muttering Meera’s name over and
over.

The demon working on Meera’s guts stick its head into the hole in her stomach. It’s giggling sickeningly, like a child tucking
into a box of treats. But then its head explodes and it topples to the ground. A figure breaks through the demons around Meera
and hauls her forward, towards us. I think my eyes are playing tricks, but when I blink and see the same thing, I realize
I’m not dreaming.

Kirilli Kovacs is plowing through the ranks of demons. One of his hands has turned into a steel scythe and he’s mowing down
all who come too close. He’s the one who rescued Meera.

“Kovacs, you lunatic!” Dervish yells with delight. “You’re supposed to be a coward!”

“I am!” Kirilli screeches.

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t know! I think I’m saving the day! It feels—”

A demon sweeps Kirilli’s legs from under him. He flies into the air with a yelp, then is knocked sideways by a bellowing,
half-human beast intent on getting her hands on us before any of the others finish us off. Juni Swan is back in the thick
of the action.

She angles for Dervish, dripping flesh as she charges, swiping demons out of her way, teeth bared, eyes rolling madly. With
a welcoming grunt, Dervish sets his feet firmly and snarls, losing interest in all the other monsters, forgetting his duty
to protect me. As Juni rushes him, he grabs hold of her arms and swings her around like an adult whirling a baby. Juni spits
acid into his face. He neutralizes it swiftly but not before a wide swathe of his flesh bubbles away. The pair fall to the
ground, wrestling savagely, stabbing, biting, punching, and spitting, each hellbent on murdering the other.

The window’s almost fully formed, but there’s no one to watch my back now. Several hound-like demons press tight around me,
snapping at my face, digging channels in my flesh with their jagged claws. “Grubbs! Bec!” I scream, turning from the window
to drive back the demons. “I need help!”

Grubbs roars at his werewolves. Slipping free of the giants, they struggle towards me, blasting and chewing a path through
the packed ranks of monsters.

In the air, Bec’s seen off the challenge of the winged demon, but Lord Loss has hit the scene. The pair tumble and roll around
overhead. Half his arms are holding her rigidly against his rancid flesh. The other half are lashing her, pulling her hair,
trying to gouge out her eyes, digging into her soft flesh.

Meera’s in bad shape, but she shoves fistfuls of guts back into the hole in her stomach and dives to Dervish’s rescue, pulls
Juni Swan off of him, and scratches at the traitor’s eyes. Juni screeches and tries to knock her away but Meera’s stronger
than she looks, and she loves Dervish as much as Juni hates him. Grabbing hold of Juni’s bloated, rotten head, she jerks her
hard and they spin away. Dervish tries to follow but gets tangled up with another demon.

Grubbs and the few surviving werewolves make it to my side. They’re all badly wounded but they fight as viciously as ever.
As they form a half-wall around me, Grubbs yells at me to finish the window and I hurry to obey. The fingers of my left hand
have been crushed but I can still manipulate the patches. Sobbing with pain and fear, I slot one after another into place,
praying for the lights to gel and the window to open before it’s too late.

Juni’s laughing. She’s got both hands inside the hole in Meera’s stomach and is forcing them up through the layers of guts
that still remain, seeking to crush lungs, the heart… whatever she can find.

“Meera!” Dervish howls, trying to force his way through to her but failing.

Meera smiles painfully. She’s got her arms wrapped around Juni, holding tight. As Juni tears at Meera’s insides, the Disciple
catches our gaze and winks wearily. “No… Shadow,” she wheezes.

“What’s that?” Juni roars.

“No… Shadow,” Meera repeats. “When I die… I’m finished… and so… are you.”

Juni’s face freezes. She catches on to Meera’s plan a second too late. Her eyes widen with alarm as she tries to detach herself
and dart to safety. But before she can, Meera explodes. She must have been working on the ball of energy since she realized
she was beyond help. It bursts from her in a blazing flash of light, shatters her bones, incinerates her flesh—and rips through
the mutated, twisted form that Juni built for herself when Death restored her soul to life.

Juni’s final howl is lost in the noise of the explosion. She’s torn to shreds along with Meera, and both women fall to the
ground in ragged, bloody, lifeless chunks, their souls freed or lost, however you choose to look at it. Meera has gone to
the great beyond, which is a sickening blow. But I experience a burst of joy as well as sorrow, because Juni Swan has perished
too, and this time no power in the universe can bring the vindictive harpy back. We’re rid of her at last!

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sounds like the entire universe is screaming. Dervish and Grubbs wail for Meera. In the air, Lord Loss bellows Juni’s name
and reaches out to her with a couple of his arms, offering Bec a brief respite. The demon hordes screech with delight, the
scent of human death like a red rag to a bull. They press even tighter around us, each wanting to be next to claim a soul.

I drown out the screams and focus on the window. It’s all that matters now. We have seconds to get the hell out of here, or
we’ll wind up like Meera. No time for misery or joy. Just focus, work fast, and pray.

A werewolf is slaughtered and collides with me as it thrashes in its death throes, opening a new, deep cut down the side of
my head, just behind my left ear. I shrug it off and concentrate.