'Let me shoot them! They need shooting, on general principles!'
'I feel the same way,' I said, glaring right back at her. 'But we can't afford to be noticed yet. And I'm pretty sure most of those things would shrug off a shotgun blast anyway.'
She nodded reluctantly, and I cautiously let go of the gun. 'I loaded up with cursed and blessed ammunition,' she said, a little sulkily.
'Even so. I know what those creatures are, Suzie. After being thrown out of Eden, Lilith went down into Hell and lay down with all the demons there, and in time gave birth to all the monsters that have plagued Mankind. Those things out there ... are her children.'
'How can you be so sure of that?' said Suzie.
'I feel it,' I said. 'I know it like I know my own name. Those things will become the Powers and Dominations of our time, and their many descendants will become vampires and werewolves and ghouls and all the other predators of the Nightside.'
'I've got some really powerful grenades ...'
'No, Suzie.'
She sniffed, then glared out at the monstrous creatures rising and falling around Lilith. 'So,' she said finally. 'Lilith's children. Your half-brothers and -sisters. They are the audience she was waiting for.'
Lilith looked out across the writhing, pulsating crowd before her, and her wide smile was as cold and unreadable as the rest of her. She could have been thinking anything, anything at all. Finally, she gestured briefly, brutally, and the crowd split in two, falling back on both sides as Lilith frowned, concentrating, and spoke another Word. Even her monstrous children cringed back from the sound of it, and I could feel reality itself shake and shudder as Lilith enforced her awful will upon it. The whole of the dark forest stirred and groaned, a living thing in pain, then, all in one terrible moment, Lilith gave birth to the Nightside through a single effort of will and determination.
A great city suddenly filled the clearing from boundary to boundary, shining bright as the sun, massive and ornate, a singular creation of wonder and beauty. It was a vision of great sparkling towers and massive shimmering domes, delicate elemental walkways and insanely elegant palaces-a glorious ideal city, a thing of dreams made real in stone and wood, marble and metal. It was magnificent, like the cities we see in our minds when we dream of distant places. All its shapes were curved, smooth and rounded, almost organic, the buildings rising and falling like waves in an artificial sea, and none of them were in proportion to each other. The city Lilith had created was inhumanly beautiful, and flawed, just like her.
'That... is not at all what I expected,' said Suzie. 'It's stunning. A city of light, and splendor. How could something as marvelous as that become the corrupt city of our time?'
'Because that thing before us isn't a city,' I said. 'It's an ideal. No-one lives in it. No-one ever could. That's simply a construct, a sterile unchanging place, designed to be looked at and admired, not lived in; even if Lilith doesn't realize that yet. Most of it's out of proportion, none of it belongs together, and from the look of those towers they only stay up because Lilith believes they will. The streets probably don't go anywhere, and I doubt she's left any room for the practicalities of city life, like clear entrances and exits, sewers and throughways. No ... this is a dead end, like a beautiful cemetery. Can't you feel the coldness of it? This is only Lilith's idea of a city, a fantasy impressed on reality. No wonder Mankind eventually knocks it all down and builds a new one.'
'An ideal,' Suzie said slowly. 'Like the human body she's made for herself?'
'Good point,' I said.
'But... what is this city based on?' said Suzie, scowling fiercely. 'There aren't any human cities around yet to inspire her.'
'Another good point. I didn't know you had it in you, Suzie. I suppose ... this could be a material reflection of places she's known. Heaven, Hell, Eden. A wordly version of a spiritual ideal. The ur-city, which only exists in our imaginations, a glimpse of a better place waiting ... You know, we are getting into some pretty deep philosophical waters here, Suzie.'
'Yeah,' said Suzie. 'You could drown in waters like these.'
'Look at the stars,' I said suddenly. 'And the moon, shining down on the new Nightside. They're still the same, the ordinary unaffected night sky we saw before Lilith even arrived. Nothing up there's changed. And that's not the stars and moon we're used to seeing over our Nightside.'
'So?' said Suzie.
'So, I don't think our Nightside is necessarily where and when we always assumed it was.'
I would have gone further with that thought, but Lilith turned suddenly and addressed her assembled offspring. Her voice rose on the unnatural quiet, strong and hard and vibrant, and only partly human. Or feminine. She spoke in that old, ancient, language that predated Humanity. And I understood every word of it.
'Denied the comfort of Eden, I have made myself a new home, here in the material world. A place where everyone can be free from the tyrannical authority of Heaven or Hell. My gift to you all, and to those who will come after you.'
The monsters cried out in various unpleasant voices, praising her, and bowing and fawning before her. I smiled slowly. They hadn't been listening. The city had never been intended for them alone. And the more I thought about what she said, the more things finally became clear to me.
'You're scowling again,' said-Suzie. 'Now what?'
'Freedom from Heaven and Hell,' I said slowly. 'Freedom from reward or punishment, or the consequences of your own actions. If there is no Good or Evil, then actions have no meaning. If you no longer have to choose between Good and Evil, if nothing you do matters, then what meaning or purpose can your life have?'
'You've lost me,' said Suzie. 'I don't think that much about Good and Evil.'
'I had noticed,' I said. 'But even you make a distinction between friend and enemy. Those you approve of and those you don't. You understand that what you do has consequences. Look, think it through. Why is virtue its own reward? Because if it weren't, it wouldn't be virtue. If you only did the right thing because you knew you'd get to Heaven, or avoided doing the wrong thing because you knew you'd end up in Hell, then Good and Evil wouldn't exist any more. You have to do the right thing because you believe it's the right thing, not because you'll be rewarded or punished for doing it. That's why there's never been any concrete proof of the true nature of Heaven or Hell, even in the Nightside. We were given free will, so we could choose between Good and Evil. You have to choose which one to embrace, for your own reasons, to give your life meaning and purpose. Otherwise, it would all be for nothing. Existence would be meaningless.'
'That's why Lilith will destroy the Nightside in the future,' said Suzie, nodding slowly almost despite herself. 'Because Good and Evil and consequences have a way of creeping in, whenever people get together. She will destroy what the Nightside has become because that's the only way she can restore the purity of her original vision. By removing or destroying all the living things that corrupted her city by inhabiting it.'
'Yeah,' I said. 'That sounds like Mother.'
Suzie looked thoughtfully at Lilith, standing tall and proud before her awful children. 'Creating the Nightside is supposed to have weakened her,' Suzie said, meaningfully. 'If I could get close enough to stick both barrels up her nostrils...'
'She doesn't look that weakened,' I said firmly.
Abruptly Lilith walked forward into the glorious city she'd made, to show it off to her children. They slumped and slithered and crashed after her, filling the night with a celebration of their terrible voices. Suzie and I watched them go, and were glad to see the back of them. Just the sight of them hurt our eyes and made our stomachs churn. Human eyes were never meant to deal with such spiritual ugliness.
And that was when the two angels suddenly appeared before us.
It was obvious they came from Above and Below. They were suddenly standing there before us, two tall idealised humanoid figures with massive wings spreading out behind their backs. One was composed entirely of light, the other of darkness. We couldn't see their faces. There was no question but they were angels. I could feel it in my soul. Part of me wanted to kneel and bow my head to them, but I didn't. I'm John Taylor. Suzie already had her shotgun trained on them. She's never been much of a one for bowing either. I had to smile. The angels looked at each other. We weren't what they'd expected.
'As if things aren't complicated enough,' I said, 'now Heaven and Hell are getting directly involved. Wonderful.'
'Bloody angels,' growled Suzie. 'Bullyboys from the afterlife. I ought to rip your pin-feathers out. What do
