Horrors of the Dancing Gods

willing to turn its back on Husaquahr like usual, then we'll be stuck right in the middle. These souls aren't goin' to no backwater, folks! They're headed for the new front lines!'

'Pardon me,' Poquah said with his usual quiet authority, 'but do I understand that there is someone attacking your people on Yuggoth?'

'You heard me right, friend,' the second demon said, nodding. 'Somebody woke up the Ancient Ones from their long sleep and is preparing to let them through. The only common enemy we and you know who have is threatening to get loose. If they break out, half the dark forces will turn traitor just because they see the power, and since we're the ones who'll most get it in the neck over here, Old Sweetness and Light won't intervene until it's probably too late. He'd rather see this whole universe fall than help us. Makes you wonder how they can love a guy like that. And they wonder why we rebelled!'

Marge had a sudden eerie realization of just what the demons and the Imir were talking about. God! God from the opposing point of view…

'They didn't tell me anything about this,' Nimrod sniffed. 'This was supposed to be a milk run! They promised!'

'Yeah, well, you know what promises are worth,' the other demon commented. 'Buck up! You might have a chance to lead these miserable souls into battle against the greatest threat we can think of. Think of the glory!'

'Think of the hurt,' Nimrod grumped.

The older demon turned from his companion in disgust and sniffed contemptuously. 'How come you folks are heading toward Yuggoth?' he asked, apparently no more than curious. 'Not too many faerie of your lineage go near the place, and that boy over there — he's red meat.'

'Do not underestimate the boy,' Poquah warned. 'He is working out a destiny under the Rules. As for us, we have been asked to go down and see exactly what you were just speaking about. I am the chief adept and majordomo for Master Ruddygore, and the lady here is a long veteran of his service. The boy is under his general protection.'

'Ruddygore, huh? I heard of him. Does he think he's gonna get a progress report from you or what? It's a lot tougher to get out of there than in.'

'So we have heard, but do not underestimate our patron, either,' the Imir responded smoothly. 'We are under the seal and protection of His Majesty the King who sits upon the Throne of Horror. We should not be considered at risk in any event, I should think. Our job is to see how great the danger and its nature and to see if there is anything the powers of the Council might do to aid in keeping the Ancient Ones where they are. No return, no report.'

'Yeah, well, good luck. Yuggoth ain't no place to fool around.' He turned, and his eyes blazed. 'Hey! I think the boat's comin' in!'

Sure enough, off in the distance there came a tremendous roar that canceled out the sound of wind and waves. It was a massive, powerful, pulsating sound, very regular and very controlled. It had been pulsing fairly fast, but now, as it approached them and the dock, the beat slowed appreciably, and all eyes, even those of the damned, turned in silent anticipation toward the pitch-dark sea. While not disturbing, the sound was certainly like nothing else any of them might ever have heard.

'Hove. Hove… Hove… Hove…'

'Well, it explains the name,' Marge commented, trying to keep some semblance of humor and not think too much about what an idiotic thing she was doing even thinking of setting foot on that ship.

For a while there was nothing apparent, but then, out of the gloom, they spotted some lights approaching, lights that grew larger and brighter as they approached the dock.

There were shouts from out in the water, a sudden sense of huge black things suddenly letting go, and a settling of the boat into the water. What those things were they couldn't see; not even faerie sight helped with it except to show the nearly impossible massive shapes that were dark even against the pitch black of the night and that reflected not a thing, hovering up and over the boat, which was now and possibly for the first time floating in the water.

It was a large craft, a hundred meters or more in length, and shaped like an extended oval, with tapered black outer skin going from a thick base that sat in the water up at least three stories to a large enclosed bridge.

As it slid slowly up along one side of the dock and lines shot out from it and from shore to tie it off, Irving commented, 'That's some ship!'

Marge nodded, gaping along with Irving. It was a lot more than she had expected but also a lot more menacing for all that.

There was a loud, hollow sound like the noise a million lost souls might make in torment, and from this came an eerie-sounding male voice that sent shivers up their spines.

'The H.P. Lines hovecraft Eibon is now in port. Embarkation for Red Bluffs, Yuggoth, will be precisely one hour before dawn. All those needing passage must have checked in with the ticketing office prior to boarding and turn their documentation over to the purser. Boarding will be possible in one hour. We would reconsider if we were you.'

'Cheery,' Marge noted. 'They don't seem to be anxious for new business, anyway.'

'Considering the state of humankind, I suspect they get all the business they can handle as it is,' Poquah responded with all seriousness. He turned to keep an eye on Irving, who, as a living, warm-blooded mortal was probably the one in most danger here. The boy was reading some pamphlet he had picked up at the ticket kiosk, which had just opened.

'What is that you are looking at, Irving?' Poquah asked, curious.

The boy showed him the face of the brochure, which contained a drawing of the bow of the ship flanked by a lot of dark shapes around which them was very prominent tiding.

'Hmmmm… Journey to Yuggoth by HP Hovecraft. Rather standard-looking brochure. Any information of interest?'

'Not particularly. Not terribly encouraging, though, either. Sort of says that they wouldn't go if they were us and then describes a bunch of scary stuff.' He looked up and toward the boat, which was in the process of off- loading goods and passengers. The odd thing was that although there were again hints of black against black movement, you couldn't see any of the crew or longshoremen at all.

The nature of the cargo also was impossible to determine, but for more conventional reasons: it was all more or less in large boxes, crates, or containerlike rectangular shapes that fitted into or onto the backs of waiting wagons and wagon frames. While some of the smaller boxes did seem to resemble coffins, overall there didn't seem to be much unusual there.

The passengers, however, were something else again. Since they had been warned that nobody who went into Yuggoth tended to be able to leave it, it was something of a surprise to see that traffic did indeed go both ways, after all. These passengers, however, were probably not ones who had gone in before or at least gone in looking like they did now.

'Holy smoke!' Irving exclaimed. 'What are they?'

'They' were several very distinctive-looking women of supernatural endowments with exotic and erotic faces. They were certainly faerie; their skins were deep crimsons and purples and even had streaks of black, their hair was deep purple and thick, tumbling sensuously over shoulders and breasts, and they were wearing shiny form-fitting leather pants and incredibly high heels. They were certainly fliers; the wings on their backs, though, were sleek and stylized batlike appendages.

Marge gasped at the sight of them and felt instant and nearly uncontrollable anger and revulsion. Poquah was ready and restrained her gently.

'Succubi,' she spat, saying the word as if it were the vilest of poisons.

Irving seemed impervious to her tone and obvious loathing. 'Yeah? I've read about them but never seen them. Funny, except for the colors and the wings and maybe a little more height, they don't look all that different from you.'

She spun around angrily. 'Don't say that! Don't ever say that!'

In point of fact, though, the Succubi and the Kauri were two sides of the same coin, the yin and yang of a single species. The Kauri could purge or cleanse men of their guilt and burdens through erotic sex and thus