To Reign in Hell: A Novel (5 page)

“I remember,” said Lucifer softly.

Once again, for a while, the only sound was the stick, tapping rhythmically against a rock.

Twenty of the archangels fall in the Third Wave. Many others nearly do, as the Seven guide and rally the hosts. Yaweh is nearly overcome again, but is saved by Cherubiel, who is lost in the flux. Harut is pulled from the fray by Leviathan, but when he recovers, he finds that he cannot see or hear. Later, with great effort, Raphael restores his hearing.

Far to the North, Belial and four archangels are overcome. He survives by forming mountains above him and taking a new shape. The four archangels perish. Enraged, Belial lashes out. In his hate, he preserves his Regency, but such is the power of his fires that those who are newly created near him are destroyed immediately. Later, alone, Belial will curl himself up under the mountain and remember Seraphiel, an archangel who fell by his side, who was one of few Belial had considered a friend.

Ariel is fighting near Raphael when he is suddenly taken by the flux. Raphael sees this and grasps at his life thread. By main will, she holds him together. Only a small part of Ariel is left by the time he is safe, so he takes the form of a creature of the air and flies from the battle to the protection of Michael.

Michael walks slowly forward, his great arms swinging, and each time his sword cuts through cacoastrum, his companions pull in the new ones thus created and nurture them to life.

Abdiel is isolated in a small area of the Eastern Regency. All alone, he cries in terror, but somehow the flux doesn’t find him.

Satan is everywhere, laughing in the face of the flux throughout the vast Southern Regency. His emerald flashes upon his breast, and cacoastrum burns, turns upon itself, and is gone. He comes to the aid of his friend, Beelzebub, almost too late. Beelzebub holds himself together, taking a new, smaller form, but he survives. Everywhere that spirits are flagging and angels are near to giving in to the flux, Satan is there, and the fight is renewed.

Yaweh is near the center, and from this distance, sees and directs all
—
for with the full power of illiaster present, his reach is all but endless. When, in the heat of battle, a structure is erected that ought to stand, he raises his sceptre and at that moment it becomes fixed.

Lucifer holds a single position, near the wall of his Regency. His eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed. Around him trees are springing up. He occasionally makes remarks to Junier, who stands placidly at his side, oblivious to the chaos around them, calmly noting discoveries that Lucifer makes, to think upon later.

Like the universe, the Third Wave seems to go on forever. But, like the universe, it doesn’t.

“Tell me this,” said Lucifer. “How would you feel—are you listening?”

“Eh? Oh. Sorry.”

“How would you feel,” Lucifer continued, “if the Fourth Wave
did
come, and half of our new brethren—or more—were destroyed, and you knew you could have prevented it? By my figuring, that is just what will happen if we don’t accept the Plan. How would you feel then?”

Satan studied the rushing waters at his feet. “I don’t know.”

“It’s worth thinking about.”

“You don’t have any doubts at all, do you?”

“Not of that kind. I have knowledge; that implies a duty to use it. But let me ask you—have you spoken to Yaweh about this? It seems to be the next step, if you’re still unconvinced.”

“I suppose it is. But it was Yaweh who first had these doubts, and I tried to reassure him. If I’m wrong, Yaweh is the last one I should
talk to; I’ll just shake his confidence in the Plan, without getting any closer to having my questions answered.”

“I see the problem,” Lucifer admitted. “But what else can you do?”

Satan shook his head without answering. After a few minutes, he stood up and began walking back upstream, his eyes on the waters, his feet kicking small waves up onto the banks.

Beelzebub watched him, then nodded to Lilith and Lucifer.

“Dost thou know—”

“I understand,” said Lilith. “It’s all right.”

Beelzebub ran to catch up. Satan continued walking, occasionally shaking his head. At length, he cursed softly and tossed the stick ahead of him. Beelzebub wondered at his sudden desire to chase it.

TWO

I, who am called of men, The Beast, or The Master, or, The
Supreme and Holy King, or The High Priest, and again the Black
Maker of Magick, or The Betrayer of Oaths . . . am in Thy sight
none of these.

—Aleister Crowley,

The Magical Record of the Beast

The sneer, walking up the steps to Yaweh’s Palace, met the smirk coming down. Icy blue eyes locked with frigid black ones. The sneer noticed the crooked grin noticing the sneer noticing the amused contempt noticing the haughty disgust noticing the—

“Mephistopheles,” said the sneer.

“Abdiel,” said the smirk.

“I hope all goes well.”

“All goes, Abdiel.”

“What is this fascination of yours with black?”

“What is this fascination of yours with rude questions?”

“I don’t think it was rude. I was just curious.”

Shrug.

“Are you traveling again, Mephistopheles?”

“Perhaps. Are you out saving Heaven, as usual?”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

Mephistopheles brushed past the sneer, not quite knocking into him. Abdiel, not deigning to look around, proceeded up into the palace.

“Page!”
he called.

“Yes, lord?”

“Where is the Lord Yaweh?”

“In the throne room, lord.”

“Alone?”

“Yes, lord.”

“Well, announce me, then, or do you need it written out?”

The page opened his mouth once or twice, then quickly ran off. The sneer followed him into Yaweh’s throne room on the heels of the announcement, vanished, and was replaced by a warm, pleasant smile.

“My Lord Yaweh.”

“Welcome, Abdiel. Be seated. What are those papers?”

“The organizational plans, Lord. Completed.”

“Well done! Let me see them.”

Abdiel complacently handed over the parchment. He was a bit small, with fair hair and a full but neatly trimmed beard. Like As-modai, he was compact, athletic in his movements.

Yaweh eagerly studied the papers, his eyes bright.

“So, two-thirds of our forces will be protecting the remaining third?”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Need it be that many?”

“I think so, Lord. With this plan, it can all be completed in just over two days, and our losses will be less than a thousand.”

“A thousand!”

“Yes, Lord. It’s all down there.”

“And everything else is worse, you say?”

“Yes, Lord.”

“I see”.”

Abdiel studied him closely. What was the matter? Hadn’t he known there would be a cost? “If there is anyone you’d especially like not to be in the actual fray, I’m sure we can arrange—”

Yaweh motioned him to silence. He studied the papers.

“Lord?”

Yaweh looked up. “Yes?”

“I don’t think we should mention these figures to anyone, just yet.”

Again, an interlude of silence. Then: “I see what you mean. Leave me now. I have to think about this.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Abdiel took his leave. He nearly ran into the page, who was just entering. Abdiel scowled at him. The page muttered apologies and continued into the room.

“Raphael wishes to see you, Lord,” he announced.

Yaweh looked up, blankly, then he nodded. “Good. Send her in, please.”

The page stepped aside.

“Greetings, Yaweh.”

“Good day, Raphael. I’ve been meaning to ask you a few questions about your beliefs.”

She frowned. “I guess I believe in searching for truth in any direction it occurs to me to look for it,” she said. “And then writing it down so people don’t forget.”

“Isn’t that a little vague, Raphael?”

“Maybe.” She smiled a bit and sat down. “I got the line from Lucifer; what would you expect?”

“He’s never seemed vague to me.”

“Have you ever spoken to him about anything as abstract as what one believes in?”

“Hmmmm. I suppose not.” He chuckled. “You certainly have been feeling philosophical, lately.”

Raphael studied the marble floor. She was a tall angel, yet full and sturdily built. Her hair curled a bit down her shoulders—blonde, with a touch of red. Her eyes were bright blue, and matched her gown. She wore nothing on her feet, and a silver chain around her waist held a six-pointed star fashioned of mother-of-pearl and set with rubies at each point. On her shoulders was the gold cloak of the Firstborn.

“Maybe,” she said, “I’m just trying to justify myself. I’m not sure.”

Yaweh shook his head. “You empathize too much, Raphael. I’ve been told that I have this fault, and I don’t know if it’s true, but it certainly seems true of you.”

“I don’t know if it is or isn’t, but I don’t think it is a fault in any case.”

“Up to a point, it isn’t. But what you call ‘searching for truth’ looks like refusing to hold to a position. When you’re with me, and I speak of my doubts, you echo them. When you’re with Satan, and he reassures you, you accept that, too. When you’re with Lucifer, you catch his excitement. I don’t mean to hurt you, Raphael, or make you angry, but this bothers me.”

“Whatever the source of these doubts, Yaweh, I have them. And you’re wrong about Satan, incidentally. The last time we spoke, he seemed to agree with every one of the doubts you have been expressing.”

“What? But when he spoke to me—”

“Maybe you convinced him.”

“I hope not. But it doesn’t matter. Rather than figure out what to do if the hosts resist the Plan, I’d like to decide how we are going to make sure they don’t. I gave the task to Satan because I don’t feel that I can do it; I told him so.”

Raphael started to argue, then thought about it. “Yes, it would be better if you didn’t have to coerce them. Have you a way?”

Yaweh shook his head. “Not yet. But I think that is what we ought to be worried about. And,” he added in a worried tone, “if Satan’s feelings have been going the other way, I wish he would speak to me about them.”

Raphael fingered the star at her side. “I think he hesitates to do so because of your doubts. He thinks the Plan is right, and doesn’t want to make things worse for you. I think he’ll speak to you when he has something definite to say.”

Yaweh nodded. “That would be like him. But there is such a thing as being
too
kind.”

“One returns from irksome task, sent by you in days gone by. He doubtless has a tale to tell. Come forth now; he draweth nigh.”

Leviathan’s head broke the water. “That was better, Ariel, but you’re starting to sound like Beelzebub.”

The owl fluffed his feathers and settled on a rock near the water’s edge. “You mock my form, and rhymes, and tone, but this much I beseech: Leave my choice of words alone, and my style of speech.”

Leviathan chuckled as Mephistopheles walked up. “Greetings, lady,” he said. He nodded to Ariel. “And how is our flying iambic tetrameter?”

“I see and hear and speak the truth, not thinking loss or gain. The answer to your question is: You are a raging pain.”

Mephistopheles was silent for a moment, then he said, “Go back to rhyming couplets.”

Before Ariel had a chance to rebut, Leviathan broke in. “What did you learn?”

“There is, indeed, a plan afoot. It’s pretty much a secret, but it involves Yaweh, Satan, Michael, Abdiel, Lucifer, Asmodai, and a few others. I don’t know why they haven’t discussed it with you, but I think they simply don’t want anyone knowing about it who doesn’t have to.”

“I see,” she said, her voice flat.

“It involves the creation of some kind of massive structure, to exist outside of Heaven, where, I guess, we’d all move. The idea is to make it a permanent thing, so we wouldn’t have to be watching it all the time. The form of the thing, as far as I can tell, is to be a globe.”

“But why such need for secrecy?”

“Well, there’s danger in the construction. It means setting off a Wave ourselves, in effect, and there’s some doubt that the new angels will cooperate willingly.”

“Willingly? Do you think they’d
force
them to?”

“There’s talk of it. Satan is responsible for that, and I hear that he isn’t happy about it.”

“No, I suppose he wouldn’t be.”

Ariel said, “It must be a worthy plan indeed, full of weighty gains, before I’ll needless let them risk, what little of me remains.”

“You see,” said Mephistopheles. “And he isn’t even one of the younger ones.”

Abdiel walked alone through the streets near Yawch’s Palace. Small dwelling places surrounded him. The streets were wide, winding affairs, large enough for two or three hand-carts to pass. Abdiel had
spent a great deal of time walking and thinking in the last ten days, since delivering his plans to Yaweh and staying to eavesdrop on Yaweh’s conversation with Raphael.

After this time, he was near to a conclusion.

“There is nothing wrong,” he told himself, “with not wanting to be there when the Plan goes into operation. No one, in all the hosts, would actually
want
to be holding off the flux. I’m no different.”

“True enough,” he answered himself. “But can you do anything about it?”

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Yaweh’s talk with Raphael does bring up some interesting ideas.”

“Eh? What?”

“The talk about Satan. Yaweh sounded almost irritated, if that were possible.”

“I see what you mean,” he admitted to himself. “If there is a falling out between Yaweh and Satan, it is certainly possible that I’ll be able to replace Satan. And, if I can replace him, it’ll be an easy matter to arrange to be somewhere safe while the battle is being fought. And certainly no one could fault me for that.”

“No one except Mephistopheles, who can fault anyone.”

“Ah! Mephistopheles! Yes, if I had Satan’s position, I could manage to put
him
where I wanted to.”