formation of thought, visualizing his bones being spat out like machine gun bullets and his skull being cracked open for the final delicacy. His mood did not improve with such rehearsals. His fate was sealed; the least he could do was be positive about it.
He wrenched his thoughts into another formation — and suffered another creative — flash. It was a nova.
'You can't kill me!' he exclaimed. 'That's why you're waiting!'
The lambent eyes turned translucent.
'Because it's paradox,' Zane continued, working out the rationale behind his revelation. 'My soul is in balance, as it was when I assumed the office of Death, as it remains for the term of my trial period. If I die. Death must collect my soul personally — and I am Death. I must collect myself — and that's nonsensical.'
Still the monster waited.
'So all you can do is scare me. Paradox protects me! There had to be a way out of that smother-spell, too, and the gunman shot Luna instead of me. Not coincidence at all, but deliberate deception. The Father of Lies can't wipe me out! He wanted me to think he could kill me, to make me accede to his will — to intimidate me. But his ploy has been balked by my paradox ploy!'
Slowly the preying mantis relaxed its grip, and Zane slid to the ground. But he wanted to be absolutely sure. 'Strike, monster!' he cried, waving his arms. 'Gobble me up!' He kicked at a foreleg.
The mantis backed away.
'Your bluff has been called!' Zane said. 'Satan's bluff has been called. Nothing can kill Death when his soul is in balance.' He realized that this was the thought that had eluded him before — his unique situation.
Mortis returned, but Zane stood pondering a moment more. It figured. Death could not be killed with his good and evil in balance — because only Death could handle such a case — and he was Death! He could hardly handle his own death. His predecessor, the former Death, had been well beyond his break-in period, so was no longer in balance and had been vulnerable. Once Zane got past his trial period, his balance of good and evil would shift one way or the other; then he, too, would be vulnerable. The other Incarnations had surely known. They had betrayed one Death to strengthen another.
He hadn't won yet. He had to establish Luna's security before he became vulnerable himself. Otherwise Satan had only to wait. But this reprieve should enable him to see it through to the hearing on his petition Now Zane mounted. 'We have a fighting chance, Mortis! he cried. But he doubted Satan would make it easy.
Chapter 13
THOUGH SATAN BAR THE WAY
They drew up at Luna's house. Zane was overflowing with his good news about the reprieve. He would survive until the hearing, and therefore she would, too, and after that — The house was silent. The griffins were gone. Suddenly worried, Zane entered. Luna, too, was gone.
There was a note on the table. Zane picked it up. It was written in red cursive script, as if done in blood.
My Dear Death:
The fair moon is in My power. I cannot make her due, but I can make her wish she were dead. Terminate your strike, take your scheduled next client, and free Luna from her pain. She will go to Heaven directly, where you may join her at your convenience. Your most humble and obedient servant,
Zane stared at the message, absorbing its every implication. Suddenly it burst into flame in his hand. He dropped it, but it never touched the floor. It was gone.
There was no doubt it was from Satan. The moment one ploy failed, the Lord of Flies tried another. Now that Zane was safe and knew it, Satan was striking through the woman he loved — in life as well as death. Trust the Devil to have no scruples!
Was Satan bluffing again? Zane dropped into the easy chair before Luna's television set, trying to clarify his whirling doubts. There was something — Ah. He had it. 'Satan, you forget that Luna is my next client. I will go there to rescue her from your clutches, not to send her to Eternity.' He looked at his orientation gems, fixing on Luna's location, for she remained the one he had to take before he could tune in on others.
The television set came on by itself. 'A bye has been issued, Death,' Satan's face said from the screen. The Devil seemed to have an affinity for television. 'Reset your watch, and it will orient on the next client.'
Zane brightened momentarily. 'Luna has been spared?'
'No, merely put on hold. She will go unassisted when her time comes.'
When her time came. That would be the moment Zane ended his strike — except that he would balk again when he had to take her. What would Satan gain by this maneuver?
'She can't go unassisted,' Zane said. 'She is now in balance. Only I can take her — and that I will not do.'
'She will not remain in balance,' Satan said.
Zane's suspicion returned full-force. 'What do you mean?'
'My minions of the living realm will cause her to react, either in a good or an evil manner. Probably good, and that will tip her toward Heaven. Thus the assurance in My note. You need not attend her at all; merely resume your duties, and all else will take care of itself.'
Zane liked this less and less. 'You will torture her — and make her better than she is now? I don't understand that.'
'Ponder it at leisure,' Satan said. 'But do not ponder overlong. My esteemed associate. My Earthly minions are a brutal lot, already damned to Hell for good cause, who like torture for its own sake.'
The picture shifted to an Earthly chamber. There was Luna, tied to a chair, looking defiant. Three thuglike men were with her.
'You're on,' Satan's voice came. 'Make your demon-stration.' The way he said it, the syllables 'de-mon' projected from the final word.
One thug drew a bright knife from a sheath. 'Right, Boss,' he said. He approached Luna.
Zane suffered an abrupt siege of intense rage and fear. They really were going to torture Luna! He wanted to mount Mortis and charge to the rescue, but couldn't tear himself away from the television screen. How could they change Luna's balance by such means? And how could he abate this horror when his own magic was gone? He might be secure from assassination himself, but he could not physically get past the barriers Satan's minions would have erected to bar his way to Luna. Satan was really putting the screws to him.
The thug brandished the knife before Luna's face. 'Pray to Satan for succor,' he said.
'Satan can go succor himself!' she snapped defiantly.
The knife moved closer. 'One prayer to Satan can save you a lot of pain.' The thug licked his lips.
Luna blanched, obviously frightened. 'What do you want of me?'
'Only your prayer,' the thug said, leering.
'All Satan can have is my curse!'
Then she did a double take. 'That's what you want! If I pray to Satan, I'll be damned by a trifling amount. If I curse him, I'll be blessed similarly. Either way, my soul nudges off balance, and I can die without Death's personal attendance.'
'So that's it!' Zane exclaimed. 'You're trying to get her removed from my list entirely! When my strike ends, you can kill her immediately, and I can't balk you any more!'
'You are learning,' Satan agreed.
'It won't work! She has caught on to your plot!'
'We shall see.'
On the screen, the thug made a sudden motion with the knife, slicing it at Luna's front. It severed the material of her blouse. He sliced again, cutting away more blouse without touching her skin. In moments she had
