there was a soft, wet thump as the Lord of Storms turned Josef’s body over with his boot. She heard the hateful sound of his haughty voice, followed by Josef’s hacking cough. Nico began to shake. She couldn’t even lift her head to see him, but she knew, completely and instantly, that Josef was dying. He was dying, and she couldn’t save him. Couldn’t do anything.
She stopped, holding her breath. This was where the voice would speak, offer her power. But her head was silent. The waiting stretched on. She could hear the Lord of Storms telling Josef to stand. Stand and face his death. She heard Josef moving, the great ringing sound of the Heart as he thrust it into the stone to pull himself up. The horrible shallowness of his breath as his life bled out of him.
And still, the voice stayed silent. All she could hear was the pathetic, doomed sound of Josef’s breathing as he stood to face his death. A death she couldn’t even turn her head to see.
Suddenly and without warning, a rage like she’d never felt ripped through her. If this was how it ended, why was she holding out? What did any of her sacrifices mean if Josef died? The Lord of Storms would kill her as soon as he finished Josef. Why was she even trying?
A good question.
Nico gritted her teeth. Fine. She didn’t care anymore.
“You win,” she whispered against the stone. “Give it back.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and irretrievable. Slowly, languidly, the voice answered.
No.
Nico choked. “But you said—”
You want power? Power to save your swordsman?
She nodded.
Then prove it. Beg.
Something inside Nico began to tremble. “What?”
Beg for Josef’s life. The voice spoke each word slowly, pointedly. My gifts are for obedient children. You’ve been quite the pain in my side, little lost seed. If you want my help, beg for my forgiveness.
Nico’s breath came in shallow, tiny gasps. Across the silent pass, she could hear the crackle of the Lord of Storms as he raised his sword, hear the soft drip of Josef’s blood as it hit the stone. She had no more time.
She squeezed her eyes shut with a sob and pressed her forehead into the ground.
“Please,” she whispered, dragging the word out like a vital organ. “Give my power back. Let me save him.”
Deep in her soul, she felt the voice smile. Say it.
“Please,” Nico whispered again. “Master.”
Pain and power hit her like a wall, and the world went black. Nico screamed as her body wrenched itself from the stone, a high, keening sound that grew less and less human with each passing second. Inside her, the seed rose like bile, clawing its way to the front of her mind as deep, triumphant laughter filled her ears.
The Master’s voice wiped out all other sound. Welcome home, little slave.
The last thing Nico saw was Josef’s face, pale and horrified, before the blackness ate everything.
Nico’s scream echoed off the icy walls, repeating over and over in the frozen silence. For a long moment the three of them, Josef, Nico, and the Lord of Storms, stood frozen, and then Nico began to change. Her shaking stopped. She grew taller, her skeletal body rounding out, muscles forming under skin that was no longer pale but growing dusky and hard. With a horrible crack, her broken bone reset itself as her arms stretched out, her fingers lengthening and sharpening until they barely looked human at all. But the worst by far was her eyes. It nearly made Josef sick to watch. Her eyes were stretched wider than any human’s should be, the dark irises fading behind an eerie yellow glow.
She fell to a crouch, her arms and legs spread out around her like a spider about to spring. When she opened her mouth, now horribly stretched to accommodate a growing set of jagged, razor teeth, the sound that came out wasn’t human at all.
“You came to catch a demon, Lord of Storms,” the creature hissed. “Not butcher a man. I am your opponent now.”
As she spoke, something else rode beneath the words, spreading through the canyon in an invisible wave. It struck Josef’s mind like a night terror, a primal fear that went to his core. He was not alone. Above him, the mountains began to shake, the stone squirming and sliding over itself in terror. Josef stumbled as the ground beneath his feet turned to jelly, and it was only with the Heart’s help that he saved his back from another slam as he went down. The whole pass was shaking now, forcing Josef to scramble for cover as boulders began to slide down from the cliffs. Within seconds, the whole ravine was thrashing in terror, all except for the place where Nico stood.
The ground below Nico was no longer dull gray stone streaked with ice, but coal black and bone dry. Even in the dark it stood out from the surrounding, panicking stone. It was a blot, a circle of dead, quiet nothing spreading from her feet, and as it grew, so did Nico.
She’s eating the mountain. The Heart’s voice boomed in Josef’s head. You have to stop her.
Josef flinched at the edge on the Heart’s voice. If he hadn’t known better, he would have said the sword was afraid. He started to ask how he was supposed to do that when another voice crashed through his mind, crushing every other sound.
Don’t move.
The ravine froze. The mountains froze. Nico froze. Even Josef went perfectly still. Stones hung frozen in midfall and dust stood suspended in the air. Nothing dared to move. On the opposite edge of the pass, the Lord of Storms lowered his hands with a grim smile. His body was going fuzzy at the edges, little bits of his clothes fading back and forth from cloud to flesh while his sword flickered in his hand, the blade flashing between metal and a curved bolt of lightning.
Josef’s eyes widened. He tried frantically to get his sword up, but he could no more move than he could hear the spirits’ voices. However, the Lord of Storms seemed to have forgotten him entirely. His attention was only for Nico.
“You,” he said, his voice thick with something very close to joy. “It is you, isn’t it? I always knew. I always knew you weren’t dead. I had no proof, but I knew.” He threw out his empty hand and another sword, a perfect twin of the blade he grasped in his right, flashed into existence. “Now”—his face broke into a monstrous grin —“now we finish what we started.” He raised his swords for the charge. “Daughter of the Dead Mountain!”
Across the frozen pass Nico screamed, a horrible sound of loss and mad anger woven through hundreds of voices, and vanished. She exploded from the shadows behind the Lord of Storms an instant later, her claws going for his back, just as he had struck Josef. The Lord of Storms turned without moving. One second his back was to her, and then his body flickered and he was facing her, meeting her blow with both blades, his face mad with joy as they crashed in a shower of sparks.
The Lord of Storms swept his swords with a roar, cutting a great gash in the mountainside. Nico dodged easily, flitting up through the shadows to the cliff top before launching herself down again, claws going straight for his unguarded head. She laughed as she flew, reveling in the intoxicating freedom of her power. Everything was so easy, so fast. Strength pounded through her limbs, banishing the pain, the fear, the constant worry. With all the power flowing through her there was simply no room for thought, no time for it. All that existed was her, the power, and the threat who must be killed. What did it matter if she couldn’t stop to remember why?
She landed on the Lord of Storms with a gleeful scream, rending him from shoulder to ankle before he managed to flash away. For an intoxicating moment she could taste him on her fingers, a sharp mix of electricity and compressed power. Oh, what she could do with that power if only she could get more.
“You’ll find me hard to chew, monster.” The Lord of Storms’ voice echoed through the ravine, and Nico turned just in time to see him blink back into existence, whole and uninjured as always.
Nico frowned. Had she spoken out loud? Well, no matter. He’d chosen a bad place to reform; his back was full to the shadows. She grinned wide and prepared for another jump.
The Lord of Storms lowered his swords. “How much longer will this farce go on?”
Nico shifted, unsure at this new ruse.
“The years you spent in starvation with the thief must have damaged you,” he said, thrusting his sword at her. “This is barely worth my time. Look at you, nearly human, too weak to even damage my human shade. Any of
