Queen of the Demonweb Pits

once they die. You know, a baptismal sort of thing. But what it really does is wipe minds! It makes lost souls into blank slates. Perfect servitors.'

'Servitors?' Enid seemed bemused. 'Whatever do you mean?'

Escalla exchanged a shared glance with the Justicar then hovered up into the air. 'All right, these 'god' guys? Hasn't it struck you that they're just beings a bit higher up the power scale than you and I? They're a scam! They're living egos scrabbling for power. But anyway, if you believe in one, then when you die, you become the god's little puppy dog! Born into his afterworld. Maybe you get to live in ease, maybe you get to plow the holy fields and sweep the palace floors, or, if you were a bad boy, maybe you end up here as food for demons.'

'The gods can't be like that!' The sphinx bridled. 'The afterlife is a place of beautiful reward. Dead sphinxes go to the court of Thoth in the deserts of endless dreams!'

Escalla raised a brow. 'And what happens in the palace of Thoth?'

The sphinx puffed in importance. 'Well, there we have access to the riddles of the universe! The library of Thoth. The knowledge of the ages! There we are allowed to file the scrolls, dust the shelves, and issue tomes to visiting…' Enid's face fell as realization struck her. 'Oh, bugger!'

Escalla tipped her finger to her friend. 'Yep! Got it in one.'

The sphinx hunched, then suddenly shot a concerned look at Escalla. 'You don't have any gods?'

'None I'd cross the street to say hello to.'

'What happens to you if you die?'

Escalla hugged her hands against her face and batted eyelids. 'Oh, good little faeries are supposed to turn into forest lights somewhere in the Seelie woods.' The faerie sneered. 'Which is why I'm a bad little faerie. I intend to take up a role as a ghost with fashion sense. Not that it matters. None of us are going anywhere!'

'Eh?'

Escalla spread her arms to encompass her friends. 'Hey! I'm a faerie princess. I don't let death screw up a perfectly good partnership!' The girl turned a barrel roll in midair, flying with her back to the vast river. 'Now come on! Let's get this spider bitch squashed flat so we can go home and have some fun!'

They walked to the riverbank, the roar of the waterfall so huge that they all had to shout to be heard. Instinctively they moved upstream, away from the river mists with their looping, screaming ghosts. Escalla kept up a monologue for the uninitiated mortals.

'This is the Abyss! Six hundred and sixty-six levels straight down! Each level has the surface area of several worlds, and each one is the domain of a lord of the Abyss. They call themselves gods, but they're just demons with a few ego issues!' Escalla waved her lich staff like a guide, shepherding her friends between the massive footprints left by Lolth's palace. 'We read up on tanar'ri at school. Magic resistant; fire, frost, and lightning resistant. Pains in the arse!'

Henry hunched forward against the noise, trying to be heard. 'How do we take out Lolth?'

'Steel!' The Justicar took the lead, spying a ragged path to the river. 'Ambush and close combat.'

'Close combat.' Henry listened anxiously. 'How do we get close? Do we have anything we can use?'

'Yes.'

The Justicar marched grimly on and said no more. Escalla whirred up and took Henry underneath her arm.

'Anything we can use? Sure! Jus has a stoneskin spell on him, and I've got combat spells up the wazoo! We have a stun symbol from Enid, a portable hole, a tangling rope, a frost wand, a lich staff, Benelux, your bow, your sword, Enid's claws, and my brain! And a little dog, too!' The faerie slapped Henry between the shoulders, dangling the slowglass gem on its string. 'Hey! We've even got slowglass so we can watch the action and laugh when it's all done!'

Henry reached for the slowglass, dropped it, then almost trod on it. With a screech, Escalla whipped down and snatched the prize to safety!

'Hey! Watch it! Don't break the damned slowglass!'

'Sorry!' Henry looked anxious. 'Um, would that be bad?'

'Bad? Hell yes, breaking it would be bad!' The faerie waved her hands excitedly-almost shattering the slowglass against a pinnacle of rock. 'This thing screws up time! You break it, and it'd trap us all in a field of slowtime. Lasts maybe two seconds for us-and half an hour everywhere else! By the time we snapped out of it, there'd be six hundred monsters all around us ready to party-hearty with our spleens!' The girl carefully stuffed the gem down her cleavage. 'Definitely non-hoopy!'

'Oh. Ah, yes.' Henry blinked, looking at the gem nervously. 'Definitely.'

Enid came swiftly to Henry's rescue. 'Henry understands. Now, where is Lolth?'

'Hmm? Oh, over the river, I guess.' Escalla lofted higher, squinting into the thick, foul air of the Abyss. 'All we have to do is cross.'

As Escalla rose from the path, something streaked from behind a jagged spray of glass and sped straight for her. The Justicar caught the motion from the corner of his eye, drew his blade, and whirled, just managing to clip the creature.

It was one of the brass locusts, its poisoned stinger held beneath it like a lance. Escalla dived aside and only just managed to swipe the insect with her staff. The locust struck the magic staff and exploded, the blast bowling Escalla through the air. Enid leaped and caught the girl, ducking as a fresh storm of locusts spat like slingstones from the dust. Forewarned, the Justicar shielded Enid, his blade whipping up to send one locust ringing off into the dust. Others hit a wall of flame from Cinders, their wings melting in the heat. The survivors looped back to make another pass, then Henry cut the leader in two with a single shot from his crossbow. The other locusts turned tail and fled, screeching like beaten children.

The comparative silence was shocking. The attack vanished as fast as it had come. Poison from a dead locust's stinger leaked into the ash, hissing and melting the dirt into glass.

The Justicar angrily grabbed Escalla by the feet and shoved her onto his shoulder where she belonged. 'Quiet! And keep your eyes open!'

The locusts had come out of nowhere. The ash, dust, and smoke of the Abyss was thick as fog.

'All of you! Cover your quadrants, stay together, and keep down!'

Everything here was deadly-the soil, even the air. The Justicar kept his senses tuned to the hunt.

'Recca will be through the gate soon. The air here feels like slow poison. We can't afford to lie in wait to ambush him.' The Justicar looked over the river, a place dotted with islands that Lolth's vast palace had simply used as stepping stones. 'We need to get to Lolth's palace before he can catch up with us.'

The sphinx creased her freckled nose. 'Will he be fast?'

'He's only got one foot again. The spare parts he takes from other creatures don't seem to re-attach or regenerate.'

'Oh.' Ever genteel, Enid looked a little ill at the thought. 'The ones you cut off when he died?'

'That's them.'

Bad skelly-man walk funny! Cinders grinned, the river light chasing blue patterns through his fur. Cinders burn him good next time. Burn off kneecaps! Burn top of head! Make him go crunchy! Burn! Burn! Burn!

'Good boy.' Jus seemed wary and disturbed. 'But still… his technique is nothing to be trifled with.'

'Ha!' Escalla had salvaged a piece of smoked fish from the portable hole. 'We did better against him this time!'

'Not well enough.' The Justicar walked onward to the river. 'He's still kicking.'

The poisoned air of the Abyss was hot and thick, and yet the place felt chill. Worst of all was the oppressive sense of evil. The ground seemed hazed with a maze of skeletal shadows-maddening shapes of bones, claws, and screaming skulls that jerked out of view the instant a head turned. The breeze echoed memories of torture and infinite, screaming pain.

By the river grew great putrid yellow trees with writhing vipers for branches. The trees hissed in hunger, forming a dense thicket that blocked the way to the riverbanks. The ground was covered in a jagged, saw-edged grass through which hissing maggots crawled. The party came to a halt and looked at the air above the river. A flock of wheeling shapes-possibly gigantic abyssal bats, possibly something even worse-kept station high above the