ELEVEN
We left Demon's Roost without Scorch. We looked for her among the ranks of demons drilling in the Atrium, but there were too many, and we didn't spot her. Not that she could've come with us even if we had found her. Varvara had ordered her to join the ranks of her demonic army, and Scorch had had no choice but to obey if she didn't wish to incur the Demon Queen's wrath.
'I hope she'll be all right,' Devona said when we were out on the street. Demons patrolled the area, but none of them challenged us. Varvara had likely sent word ahead that we were to be allowed to leave, and while her soldiers might not like it, none of them would dare disobey their queen.
'She's more than tough enough to take care of herself,' I said. Still, if the war between Talaith and Varvara intensified to the point where ground troops were called in, Scorch might find herself in more trouble than she could handle. I didn't say this to Devona, though. I didn't need to. I was sure she was thinking along the same lines.
'That was a useless trip,' Varney said, fingering his ruined cyber-eye. 'You didn't learn anything, and I lost my camera. I can't believe I was present when Varvara struck back against Talaith, and I didn't get a single moment of footage!'
'It wasn't totally wasted,' Devona said. 'We learned that Varvara had nothing to do with the disappearance of the magic-users.'
'We did?' Shamika said.
Devona nodded. 'Of all the Darklords, Varvara is the most… I suppose honest isn't exactly the right word. Upfront, I guess is what I'm trying to say. She's a lot like a wild animal. She is what she is and does what she does and makes no effort to pretend to be something she's not. If she had kidnapped the magic-users, she wouldn't have denied it. In fact, she'd have gloated about it.'
'And she loves an audience,' I added. 'As far as she's concerned, there'd be no point in striking against a fellow Darklord if there was no one around to appreciate the brilliance of her plan.'
'But you don't have proof Varvara didn't order the abductions,' Varney said.
'True,' I admitted, 'but Devona and I know her well enough that I'm willing to bet she didn't. But you're right: since we don't have any evidence that clears her, we can't completely rule her out as a suspect.'
Shamika chimed in then. 'That other demon – Klamm – said that maybe Talaith is only pretending magic- users were kidnapped as an excuse to attack Varvara. Do you think he might be right?'
I shrugged. 'Talaith is devious as hell, and she has a history of attempting to attack the other Darklords.' That was how I'd originally come to Nekropolis from Earth. Talaith had sent one of her servants to Earth to kidnap humans with strong psychic potential in order to harvest their brains and use them to create a device called the Overmind, which she planned to use against Lord Edrigu. My partner and I had tracked the kidnapper to a portal that led to Nekropolis, and we went through. Eventually we reached Glamere and confronted the kidnapper and Talaith in Woodhome. We destroyed the Overmind, and my partner lost his life in the process, but somehow the release of magical and psychic energies resulted in my being resurrected as a self-willed zombie. I still miss Dale. He was a good man and a good friend – rare qualities, no matter what dimension you're from.
'If Talaith is responsible, maybe Bogdan will uncover some evidence of it from his contacts,' Devona said.
'Maybe,' I allowed, 'but Talaith plays things pretty close to the vest. There's a good chance no one but she would know the truth. But who knows? Maybe Bogdan will get lucky.'
I didn't particularly like Bogdan, but he was smart. If anyone in the Sprawl's Arcane community had information relating to the magic-users' kidnapping, I was confident he'd find out – not that I'd ever admit it to him.
'We did learn one other item of interest,' Devona said, reaching out to take my hand. She gave it a squeeze, and I could feel the seam between my hand and wrist weaken, then give way. 'Oops!' Devona said. 'Sorry about that. Way to spoil a tender moment, huh?'
My detached hand continued to grip hers, and we stopped walking long enough for her to place my hand against the stump of my wrist. I concentrated, and my hand reattached to my body. Devona let go, and I flexed my fingers to test out the connection. I wasn't sure, but it felt a bit weaker than before. If we didn't find Papa Chatha before too much longer, I'd eventually be unable to hold myself together and I'd end up a pile of disconnected parts, which would make it a wee bit harder for me to stop the war building between Varvara and Talaith.
I clasped Devona's hand once more. 'Now where were we?'
'We're going to have twins,' she said, grinning.
'Hard to believe, isn't it? Matt Junior and Devona Junior.'
'Maybe we should try to come up with some better names.'
'Maybe we should think about getting married,' I said. The words popped out of my mouth before I was aware of it, but once I said them, they felt right. But then something occurred to me and I frowned. 'Uh, Darkfolk do get married, right?'
Devona pulled me down toward her, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. When she pulled away, she beamed at me and said, 'We can make plans later. Right now we should concentrate on finding Papa Chatha, OK?'
'All right.'
Varney moaned. 'Great! You propose to Devona, and I couldn't film it! My producer is going to put a stake in my heart for sure over this!'
Shamika smiled at us. 'Can I come to your wedding?'
'Of course, honey,' Devona said. 'In fact, you can help us plan it if you-'
We were nearing one of the barriers around Demon's Roost, this one made of a row of vehicles parked end to end across the street, with armed demons standing on the roofs. The air rippled around us, as if distorted by waves of heat rising from the asphalt, and at first I feared that Talaith was already retaliating for the salamanders' fiery destruction of the Greensward. The distortion effect increased, accompanied by a strange disorientation, as if the entire world was slowly tilting to the left. Ghostly images began to appear around us – people thronging the sidewalks, vehicles clogging the street, tall modern office buildings rising into the sky… The people were all human, the vehicles normal cars, trucks, vans and the like, and the buildings lacked any hint of the bizarre that typified the Sprawl's architectural style.
'What's happening?' Devona shouted. Her voice had a strange hollow quality, as if she was shouting from the other side of a thick wall.
'I don't know!' I shouted back. The ghost images reminded me of Bonetown, the Dominion of Edrigu, Lord of the Dead. But unlike Bonetown, these phantasms all appeared to be from the same modern time, and none of them possessed any sign of having died in violent ways – their bodies were unmarked, and aside from their transparent quality, they appeared whole and healthy. It was as if we were gazing upon a faint image of an Earth city, an American one, like New York or Chicago.
Or Cleveland, I thought. My old hometown. Varvara has a mirror in her penthouse – though it hadn't been visible during our latest visit – and it opens onto a park in Cleveland. It was through this mirror that Dale and I had first traveled to Nekropolis. The more I looked at the people and buildings around us, the more convinced I became that I was looking at Cleveland. And what was more, some of the people had begun staring in our direction and pointing, as if they could see us too. Others were looking around them, and I wondered if they were seeing ghostly images of the Sprawl superimposed upon their city.
And then, just like that, the apparition of Cleveland disappeared, and the world righted itself once more, taking the strange sensation of disorientation with it.
'What in the Nine Hells just happened?' Devona said, her voice sounding normal once more.
'Whatever it was, we weren't the only ones who experienced it.' I nodded to the demons standing on top of the barrier stretched across the street. They were gazing about in terror, and a couple fired off shots into the air, as if trying to fend off some unseen foe.
'Let me call my producer,' Varney said in a shaken voice. He pulled a hand vox out of his pants pocket and made a call. 'Murdock?' he said. 'It's Varney. What-' He broke off and listened for a couple moments. 'Yes… yes… All right. I'll get right on it.' He disconnected and tucked the vox back in his pocket. 'My producer said they experienced the same thing at the Eidolon Building, and reporters all over the city are calling in, saying it happened
