Page 6 of Demon Thief


  “It’s not so bad.” Nadia shrugs uncomfortably. “When we return to the human world, we stay in a cave that has been Beranabus’s base for many centuries. I haven’t seen the outside world since I joined him. I’m not jealous or regretful. Not really.”

  She tries to make it sound like she honestly feels that way, but it’s clear that she’s deeply unhappy.

  “Why?” Raz asks softly. “Why did the master ask this great sacrifice of you? What is your gift?”

  “Fortune telling,” Nadia says with a giggle. “I was a child fortune teller. I’d dress up as a gypsy and read people’s palms, tea leaves, a crystal ball — whatever. When my parents realized I could make money doing it, they set up a special room in our house. Later they took me on the road with a traveling fair. I had a tent of my own. They billed me as Nadia Le Tarot. It was fun, but frightening sometimes — I could see people’s deaths. I was supposed to just tell them good things, but if I saw something upsetting, I couldn’t always hide it. That got me into trouble.

  “I don’t know how Beranabus found me. He just turned up one night, and whisked me off into the madness of this. I was terrified. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. And all the demons...”

  She shudders and glares at Beranabus. I try to imagine what that must have been like. It’s not difficult, since I’m in much the same boat as she was. But at least I made the decision to come here.

  “In time I learned why Beranabus took me,” Nadia says. “I can sense things which have not yet happened. There are many people who claim that gift, but I’m one of the few who can really do it. Beranabus says my kind are even rarer than magicians.”

  “How much can you see?” Sharmila asks, and there’s an edge to her voice. “Can you see when we will die? And by what means?”

  Nadia shakes her head. “Not yet. I have to focus to gain insights like that. And I prefer not to. I don’t like knowing such details.”

  “You say you can see the future before it happens,” Raz says slowly. “But if that is true, surely you can act to change it.”

  “No. It’s not that specific. I might, for instance, see that you’ll die in a fire, but I won’t know when or where it will happen. My insights are never something that can be altered. If I get a glimpse of a future event, it’s because it has in some way already happened. It can’t be undone or prevented.

  “But it is possible to use my gift to our advantage — that is, to Beranabus’s advantage.” She goes quiet, staring at her fingernails. Most are bitten down to the flesh, except the smallest nail on her left hand. Maybe she’s saving it for an especially stressful moment.

  “There is a weapon,” Nadia whispers, and we have to lean in to hear. “A demonic weapon, maybe legendary, maybe real — Beranabus doesn’t know. They call it the Kah-Gash. According to the legends it’s ancient, even by the standards of the Demonata. We’re talking millions of years. It was broken up into a number of pieces eons ago, and they’ve been missing ever since.”

  “How many pieces?” Raz asks.

  “We don’t know. We don’t think any demon knows either. But certain demon masters have been looking for them ever since. Beranabus is searching for the pieces too. Because whatever the Kah-Gash is, the legends claim it has the power to destroy universes. They say it can wipe out either the universe of the Demonata, and every demon in it — or our own, and everyone in that.”

  “What weapon could be so powerful?” Raz gasps. “Even a nuclear missile cannot destroy an entire universe.”

  Nadia shrugs. “If I had the answer, I’d know more than Beranabus or any of the Demonata. But I know this much — one of the pieces will soon be found. I’ve seen it.” She starts chewing at the smallest nail on her left hand. “Beranabus has had me concentrating on the Kah-Gash ever since he brought me here. I spend hours of every day brooding about it, running the word through my thoughts, trying to find out where the pieces might be.

  “A few days ago I had an insight. I sensed that part of the Kah-Gash was going to be discovered in the near future. I caught a glimpse of a demon — Cadaver. Words popped into my thoughts — ‘The demon thief will guide you. Find the thief.’”

  Find the thief. That’s what Mrs. Egin said when she was freaking out, and just before she exploded! I start to tell the others, but Sharmila speaks up before me.

  “Cadaver stole the baby — Kernel’s brother.”

  Nadia nods. “Beranabus was ecstatic when that happened. It confirmed that we were on the right track, that Cadaver was a demon thief.”

  “So that’s what this is about,” Raz says, nudging my right arm. (It doesn’t hurt now. It’s been healed by magic.) “Nadia and the master came for me — having already collected Sharmila — a day or so ago. The master said he needed me, but didn’t say what he wanted me for. Now I see — it was to help search for the Kah-Gash.”

  “But I don’t see what difference you or I can make.” Sharmila frowns. “Were we in your vision, Nadia?”

  “No,” Nadia says.

  “Then why involve us? If Beranabus has searched for this weapon by himself all these years, why come to us for help now?”

  “Because of what I saw and sensed,” Nadia mumbles. “If we pursue this, there will be a confrontation. I caught glimpses of a battle with forces greater than our own.” She pulls her finger away from her mouth. Sets both hands on her knees. Looks at each of us slowly, one after the other, as she speaks. “Beranabus didn’t tell you about this because there was no time. But I doubt he would have told you anyway, in case he frightened you away.”

  “I’m not frightened of a fight,” Raz snorts.

  “I am,” Sharmila says. “But I would fight regardless, if Beranabus asked me. He knows that. I have fought before. Raz too. You said that is why he chose us.”

  “Yes. But it wasn’t just a fight that I sensed.” Nadia lowers her eyes and looks at the hands on her knees. They’re trembling, but only slightly. She stares at them hard. When they stop trembling, she looks up at us and says directly, without any emotion, “I also sensed death.”

  OPENING WINDOWS

  NADIA falls silent. She squats with her face averted. Raz and Sharmila look anxious and move away to discuss the revelation in whispers. I stay where I am, watching Beranabus work. I’m not that disturbed by Nadia’s prediction. This is all crazy anyway. Death’s only to be expected in a place like this.

  Beranabus is having difficulties with the window. The patches of light are slotting into place, but slowly. And while most of the patches he’s joined together are pulsing at the same rate, some aren’t. If he could see the lights, it would be simple, but he can’t. He has to create the window using complicated, time-consuming spells.

  I can’t understand why the magician and the others can’t see the lights. They’re more powerful and experienced than me. So why am I the only one who can view the assembly of the window?

  While I’m pondering that, a few more patches of light slot into place. A shimmer runs through the panel. The various colors vibrate a few times in unison. Then they all turn yellow and stop pulsing.

  “Ah!” Beranabus grunts. He turns, claps his hands to get everyone’s attention, then waves at the window of yellow light, now visible for all to see. Raz and Sharmila approach with suspicion. Nadia hangs back.

  “Do you know what is through there?” Sharmila asks.

  “Another world,” Beranabus says.

  “Can you be more specific?”

  He shrugs. “I was searching for Cadaver, not a specific world. Until we pass through the window, I’ve no way of telling where we’ll emerge.” He raises a bushy eyebrow. “Nervous, Miss Mukherji?”

  “Nadia told us about her vision,” Raz mutters, gaze lowered. “About the Kah-Gash and your quest. She said there would be fighting and death.”

  Beranabus snorts. “That girl should learn to keep her mouth shut.” He glares at Nadia, then shrugs. “You chance death every time you face a demon. That’s nothing new.”
r />   “But we have been told that on this occasion it definitely lies in wait,” Sharmila says. “That is different.”

  “Not really,” Beranabus says. “Nadia has no idea who will die. It could be anyone — you, her, me, the boy. Maybe it will be all of us.” Beranabus looks at the window and scowls. “You can quit if you wish. I’ve no time for cowards. But consider this — the Kah-Gash can destroy a universe. If you withdraw, and the piece of the weapon we’re chasing falls into the hands of the Demonata...”

  “You really believe the Kah-Gash exists?” Sharmila asks.

  “Aye.”

  Sharmila and Raz share an uneasy glance, then Raz nods, followed — after a pause of several seconds — by Sharmila.

  “How about you, Fleck?” Beranabus turns his small dark eyes on me. This is the first real close look I’ve had of him. His skin is pale but covered in dirt and grime. Lots of wrinkles, and a few old scars and blemishes. Untidy black hair, clumps of grey and white, his beard trimmed unevenly. His hands are clean, in contrast with the rest of him, but the tight flesh around his knuckles is covered by lots of blotches and faded scar marks. Dusty, dirty clothes. He wears a small flower in a buttonhole on his jacket, which looks pathetically out of place. Several of his teeth are missing, and the rest are crooked and rotten. He smells bad, like something that has half decomposed. I don’t like him, and I don’t trust him. But he’s the only hope I have of finding Art.

  “I’m coming,” I say, trying to sound more positive than I feel.

  “Then it’s decided,” Beranabus says, and steps through the yellow window. Sharmila follows, then Nadia — reluctantly, chin low.

  Raz claps me on the back. “After you.”

  I face the window of yellow light. Think about the demons that might be waiting on the other side. Take a breath. Hold it. Step through.

  A desert world. It’s night, but lots of stars are glittering, so I can see clearly in all directions. Beranabus is magically searching for Cadaver, standing very still, eyes closed. After a few minutes he shakes his head. “He’s been through here but didn’t stop.” Rolling his shoulders, he spits on his hands, scuffs the sand with his feet, then starts on another spell, to open a new window and follow the demon to whatever world it fled to next.

  The patches of light around us are glowing steadily when Beranabus begins. Soon after he starts searching for Cadaver, several pulse and move towards a spot ahead of him. As he chants, more pulse, and others drift in from afar to be added to the patchwork panel. Beranabus is piecing them together with spells. But if he could see them like I could, and move them directly by hand...

  I think about offering my help, but I’m afraid he’ll laugh at me, so I keep my idea to myself. After a while I realize it’s been ages since I ate or drank, yet I don’t feel hungry or thirsty. I mention this to Raz, who’s lying on the sand close by, idly gouging out shapes with a finger.

  “I noticed that too,” he says. “And although I have been here a day or two, I don’t feel sleepy. Our bodies must work differently in this universe. It is a place of magic, and you can do many incredible things with magic.” He waves a hand over the sand and a sandcastle slowly thrusts upwards, turrets, a moat, tiny sandy guards on the ramparts.

  “Cool!” I gasp. “Do you think I could...?”

  “Try,” he says. “I didn’t know I could do that until just now.”

  Excited, I sit and think about a castle even bigger and grander than Raz’s. I wave a hand over the sand, summoning my masterpiece.

  Nothing happens.

  Disappointed, I decide I’m being too ambitious, so I picture a smaller castle, with fewer turrets and troops. Again, nothing happens. I keep lowering my expectations, demanding less and less, until finally I ask for the simplest sandcastle possible. The sand ripples, then spits up a meager glob.

  Raz laughs. “Don’t worry. Gifts vary. Magic shows itself uniquely in each person. I can create sandcastles. Perhaps you can change shape or make rain.”

  “Really?”

  “It’s possible.”

  I close my eyes and think about what sort of an animal I’d like to turn into.

  Later. No luck with the shape changing or making rain. If I have a magical gift it must be very unique!

  Beranabus is hard at work on the window, which seems to be nearing completion. I’m lying next to Nadia, Sharmila and Raz close by. She’s been telling us about her life with Beranabus, the ways of demons, how to fight them.

  “Where are they all?” I ask during a lull. “This is the second world I’ve been to, and apart from the trees, I haven’t see any demons.”

  “In a hurry to spot some?” Sharmila chuckles.

  “No. I was just wondering. Where do they live?”

  “They could be anywhere,” Nadia says. “Beneath the sand. All around us and invisible. On the other side of the world. There might be thousands here, or only one. It varies. Some demons create a world just for themselves. Others —”

  “Demons can create worlds?” Raz interrupts.

  “The stronger ones can. Most just rampage through existing realms, but demon masters have the power to make new worlds, and even self-contained universes.”

  “Do they make the stars as well?” I ask.

  Nadia smiles grimly. “Those aren’t stars.”

  We stare at her, then up at the sky. It’s peppered with glowing dots. They’re not like the stars in our universe — they’re bigger, brighter, closer, and many move across the heavens like meteors. But they can’t be anything other than...

  “They’re demons,” Nadia says.

  “They can’t be!” Sharmila protests.

  “Nevertheless, they are.”

  “But . . .” She gazes up at the sky, horrified. “To be able to see them from here... they must be enormous.”

  “Yes.”

  “Are they demon masters?” Raz asks.

  “A few, perhaps, but most are just incredibly large demons who sail the skies, looking for others to torture and destroy. They don’t usually bother with the likes of us — we’re too tiny — but occasionally one might decide to squash us like ants.” She chuckles humorlessly. “When that happens, you get out as quick as you can. There’s nothing else you can do against a star-size demon.”

  I gape at Nadia, then at the sky, filled with monstrous shapes. Suddenly this place feels a lot more dangerous than it did a few minutes ago.

  The next world is a giant, needle-shaped chunk of rock. The top is flat and lumpy, sixty or seventy feet in diameter. A hot wind howls around it, biting at us, threatening to rip us loose and cast us over the edge.

  Beranabus curses and crouches. We copy him. “I’ve been here before,” he says, speaking as quietly as he can, yet loud enough to be heard over the howling wind. “It wasn’t somewhere I ever wanted to return to.”

  The anxiety in his tone affects us all, even Nadia, who starts murmuring the words of a spell — I think it’s meant to protect us, or at least her.

  “I’ll keep the window to the other world open as long as possible,” Beranabus says. “That way, if we come under attack, we can.. .” He stops. The yellow window of light has blinked out of existence. Beranabus growls and a look of disgust crosses his face.

  “What’s happening, master?” Raz asks nervously.

  “We’ve been ensnared,” Beranabus says, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt. “Cadaver’s led us into a trap.”

  “Is he here?” Sharmila asks, looking around nervously.

  “No. He’s not welcome in this place. But he must have tipped off the Kallin. They were waiting for us. They destroyed the window.”

  “Who are the Kallin?” Raz yells.

  “Crawl to the edge,” Beranabus says, turning away from us and sitting cross-legged. “Have a look. Nadia,” he adds, “marshal them. Help them fight. Buy me time. I don’t think I’ll be able to open a new window fast enough, but let’s not die cheaply.”

  He starts muttering spells, lips movin
g at a tremendous speed. Around him, patches of light pulse and blink, then move together, a bit faster than before, but not greatly so.

  We look at each other, then crawl towards the edge of the needle. The wind increases as we get closer. We lie flat on our stomachs, inching forward. I feel sick. I don’t want to look over the edge. But I must.

  I don’t suffer from vertigo, which is good, because it’s a long drop. And I mean L-O-N-G! I can’t see the base of the needle. It seems to be suspended in midair, and for all I know, it is. We’re in a universe of demonic magic. Who says giant needles of rock need to be rooted to the ground?

  But the stomach-churning drop isn’t the worst thing. Slithering up the face of the rock are... things. Hundreds and thousands of small, long, black, hairy, spiderlike creatures. Except they can’t be spiders because they have no legs. They move more like worms. Slithering towards us, an army of them. The Kallin.

  One of the monsters leans back and raises its face to us. I see dozens of tiny eyes and a wide mouth. As I watch, the mouth stretches like a snake’s, the thing opening its jaws far wider than its body. There are fangs inside the mouth. More than I can count.

  Something taps my shoulder. I scream, whipping round. But it’s only Nadia. She grabs me before I roll off the top of the needle, and drags me away from the edge to where Sharmila and Raz are waiting.

  “We’re in trouble,” she says simply. “There are thousands, so we can’t fight them. Our best hope is to block them. That means a barrier of energy, to keep them back.”

  “Will that work?” Raz asks.

  “We’ll soon find out. Now, we have a few minutes, so let’s see what we have to work with. I want each of you to create a personal barrier. Imagine yourself at the center of a bubble of energy. Let your magic flow into it. Once I have an idea of your power, I can coordinate a spell and unite our magic forces.”

  Sharmila and Raz close their eyes and focus. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I follow their lead. I concentrate, trying not to think about the Kallin, willing a barrier into place, praying I have more success than with the sandcastle.

  A few seconds later Nadia says, “Let’s see what we have.”