Beyond the Blue Moon (Forest Kingdom Novels) (62 page)

The huge skeleton turned abruptly and lurched off into the mists, the Magus close behind him. Rather than be left alone in a place of mists, surrounded by unseen enemies, Hawk and Fisher went after them, their weapons still in their hands. Lament brought up the rear, carefully not even glancing behind him, his lips moving soundlessly in one of the more martial psalms. The presences kept up with them as the small party moved through the churning mists, but they maintained their distance. Shapes slowly began to form out of the mists; a tree here and there, spiky shrubs, branches hanging down or thrusting up to form a canopy overhead. The shining sourceless light of the mists gradually died away to be replaced by the baleful, ghastly light of the Blue Moon. Hawk and Fisher realized in the same heart-stopping moment that they were back in the Darkwood again. It seemed entirely real—as dark and oppressive and soul-destroying as they remembered. All the trees around them were dead and rotting, and the horrid spiritual dread of the darkness beat upon their minds and their souls with all its old remembered strength. Hawk and Fisher stuck close together, breathing deeply despite the stench to try and calm themselves. Lament was singing his psalm aloud now, but it was a small sound in such a dark place.

Hawk knew where they were going, where they had to be going. And what terrible deathless thing was waiting to greet them again.

But even so, his heart slammed painfully in his chest when they finally came to the awful dark heart of the Darkwood, and there, sitting on his rotten throne, the Demon Prince. The malevolent, terrible creature that had come so close to destroying everything Hawk had ever cared for. The Demon Prince looked like a man. He had looked like other things before, and might again, but for now it amused him to look like his prey. His features were blurred, as though they’d melted and run. His long, delicate fingers ended in claws, and his burning crimson eyes held no human thoughts or emotions. Unnaturally tall, easily eight feet in height, he was slender to the point of emaciation. His pale flesh looked like something left too long in the dark, grown soft and rotten. He dressed in rags and tatters of darkest black and wore a battered wide-brimmed hat, pulled down low over his burning eyes. His wide slash of a mouth was full of pointed teeth, and when he spoke, his voice was quiet and sibilant, and grated on their nerves like fingernails down a blackboard.

“So good to see old friends again,” said the Demon Prince. “I told you we’d meet again. You can’t destroy me, little human. Banish me, and I just return here and wait for some new fool to summon me back into the world of men. I am of the Transient Beings, ideas made flesh, and we live on long after our every human enemy is dead and gone.”

“Of course,” said Lament, apparently unmoved. “Evil is eternal. I’ve always known that.”

“Strictly speaking, we’re neither good nor bad,” said the Demon Prince, leaning back in the rotting tree stump that was his throne and crossing his long legs casually. “Those are human terms, human limitations. We are archetypes, reflections of what’s on man’s inner mind. We are the shadows humanity casts. We are the physical manifestations of abstract concepts, forces, fears, and preoccupations. Neuroses and psychoses, given rein to run free and potent in the mortal world. We are the rod you made for your own back. We sprang full-grown from humanity’s brow, created in simpler times, when the Wild Magic was all there was.”

“You always did like the sound of your own voice,” said Hawk. “You’re saying the Transient Beings are everything we ever dreamed of.”

“Yes,” the Demon Prince agreed. “Especially the bad ones.”

“But the world and humanity have moved on,” said the Magus, and there was something in his voice that made them all look at him. “Man has become more complex, replacing the chaotic Wild Magic with the more easily understood and controlled High Magic, and now more and more with the logical, more useful science. Humanity is entering, or creating, the time of the rational mind, and soon he will have no use for such as us anymore.”

The Demon Prince stirred restlessly on his decaying throne. “It has been a long, long time since you have returned to Reverie, Magus. And as always, you bring bad news with you. You were created too closely in humanity’s image. No wonder we despise you so much. You remind us of everything we hate.”

“Why do you hate humanity?” asked Hawk. His mouth was dry and his voice was rough, but his gaze was perfectly steady. “If we created you, you should be grateful to us.”

The Demon Prince laughed briefly, a harsh, unpleasant, hateful sound. “You know nothing, understand nothing, little man. We hate you because you’re real. Because humanity is real you can grow and change and evolve, become more than you were. Transient Beings are bound by their nature to be only what they are, trapped and limited to the form your kind imagined. Eternally existing, eternally damned to never be more than what we were when humanity coughed us up.

“But now you have opened the Gateway, an unexpected back door into Reality. And every Transient Being in Reverie is free at last to have its revenge on you. We shall all go through into the world of mortal men, in all our awful glory, without having to be summoned. After so very, very long, our time has come round at last. We’re coming in force, to overthrow the upstart reason, and crush the tyrant science. Logic and order, cause and effect, and all the other constraints on our freedom shall be swept aside, and the Wild Magic shall once again have dominion over every unfortunate living thing. Once the Blue Moon’s orbit has intersected with your own moon once again, we will all cross over and remake your world in our own hating image. Then there shall be chaos, loose in the world like a wolf in the fold, for forever and a day. And oh, the terrible pleasures we shall take in what used to be your world.”

“We’ll fight you,” said Fisher. “We’ll never give up. We beat you last time.”

“I was alone then,” said the Demon Prince. “And I laid waste your whole Kingdom. There are more of us here than your mind can comprehend, and under a never-ending Blue Moon we shall be very powerful indeed. And in this new world of eternal chaos that we shall make, perhaps the limitations of the Transient Beings themselves shall be broken and overturned. We will all become real, and able to change and evolve at last. What creation doesn’t want to turn on its creator, to become greater than was intended, to outgrow and overtake the creator?”

“And if you can’t?” asked Lament. “If what you are is what you’ll always be, what then?”

“Then we’ll punish humanity forever,” answered the Demon Prince. “And the hell we’ll make for him on earth will be worse than any hell he can escape to by dying.”

“You always did have a way with words,” murmured the Magus. “But let’s not forget I made all this possible. It was my creation of a Rift in space and time that raised the level of Wild Magic in the mortal world, and awoke the Gateway to life once more. The Rift was such a useful toy; I knew they’d never be able to resist it.”

“You have our gratitude,” the Demon Prince said coldly.

“We will find a way to stop you,” Lament said doggedly. “God will not allow you to triumph.”

“Wild Magic is the magic of creation,” said the Demon Prince. “Perhaps we’ll remake God, or create a new God of our own. All things are possible under a Blue Moon.”

“Exactly,” agreed the Magus, and once again there was something in his voice that drew all eyes to him. “Everything that is happening now is happening because of me. I have planned for centuries to bring this about, manipulating the mortal world and certain useful people in it, to bring us all to this place, this moment. But not, alas, for the reasons you might suppose. The truth is, I intend to close the Gateway, separate reality from Reverie forever, and shut the mortal world off from every form of magic.” He smiled vaguely about him, as though inviting comments, and then continued. “I have lived a very long time in the world of men, and seen reason slowly replace superstition. I have watched the world become a better place as the wild madness was controlled and put aside. It just got in the way of humanity’s maturing.

“They’ll be so much better off without magic, with all its temptations and perversions of hope and ambition. The Transient Beings have outlived their purpose. Humanity doesn’t need them anymore. They’re growing up and leaving their toys behind. And that’s all we ever were, really. Dangerous toys that bit at the hands that made them. Forgive me, I drifted off the point, didn’t I? The point is, I intend to re-Invert the Cathedral, send it soaring up into the sky again, and thus close off the last remaining Gateway, and make it useless and powerless for all time. It is the very last Gateway, you know. That’s why the Darkwood always manifested in the Forest Kingdom.”

The Magus nodded thoughtfully, and smiled at the ominously silent Demon Prince. “Long and long I walked in the world of men, living among them as one of them, and slowly I came to love humanity; for all their many undeniable faults, they have such potential. The very thing you condemn them for is the one thing that will eventually make them greater than we could ever be. With or without a Blue Moon. So I have betrayed my own kind and returned here to stay with you, locked away from humanity forever, because our time is over.”

The Demon Prince surged to his feet and stalked forward to tower threateningly over the diminutive form of the Magus. “Your time among humans has driven you insane! Have you forgotten we can only exist here in Reverie during the time of the full Blue Moon? That as it passes, we vanish away, become nothing and less than nothing, until we are summoned into the world of men? Once we pass through the Gateway and take their world away from them, we can exist forever and have power over all that is!”

“We’re not worthy of it,” said the Magus. “Give us the world and we’d just break it by playing too roughly.” He turned to face Hawk, Fisher, and Lament, fixing them with a calm, implacable gaze. “Understand what I’m saying. All magic comes from Reverie. Closing the last Gateway will mean the end of all magic and magical creatures. Not immediately. It will take centuries for all the magic left in the world to be used up. But finally there will be no more wonders and no more nightmares. Science will replace magic in an entirely human world.”

“No more dragons,” said Fisher. “No more unicorns.”

“No more vampires, or werewolves,” added Hawk. “No more demons.”

“Exactly,” said the Magus.

“This last Gateway,” Lament said slowly. “Did the Burning Man create it when he Inverted the Cathedral with his blood sacrifice?”

“No,” said the Magus patiently. “There have always been gaps, weak spots, in reality, through which magic could enter. The Inverted Cathedral merely provided the last Gateway with a home, a focus. Just as I planned. I set things up so that Tomas Chadbourne would go to the Demon Prince for his compact, and set this all in motion. I arranged for the first Forest King to build his Castle around the Inverted Cathedral, thus isolating and containing the last Gateway while I waited for just the right combination of people, at just the right time, to close the Gateway forever.”

“I have a really bad feeling I’m not going to like the answer to this,” said Hawk. “But just how are we supposed to close this Gateway?”

The Magus looked at him sadly. “By dying here, Prince Rupert, Princess Julia. You must die by your own hands, of your own free will. A willing sacrifice, to undo Chadbourne’s blood sacrifice. Your deaths in this place will be a moment of undeniable reality; and I will use that moment to make the Gateway real, and destroy it.”

“No,” said Lament immediately. “There has to be another way. There has to be.”

“I told you,” the Magus said sharply. “Don’t interfere! You could still ruin everything. There’s something of the magical about you, Walking Man, and I don’t trust it. Be still and silent, and stay out of this.”

Lament looked at Hawk and Fisher. “I’ve always known who you were. You were my heroes. Let me die in your place. You’re legends, you matter more than I ever have or will. There’ll always be a Walking Man.”

“It can’t be you,” the Magus said flatly. “I told you, you made yourself useless for this purpose when you made yourself more and less than a man. But then, a part of you has always wanted to die, hasn’t it? Ever since the demons killed your fellow monks, you’ve felt guilty about surviving. Part of why you fight evil so relentlessly is because deep down you hope to find something powerful enough to kill you, and let you make amends at last. But you mustn’t interfere now. For this to work, it has to be a wholly human sacrifice.”

“Meaning us,” said Hawk. “Somehow it always comes down to us. It’s last man on the bridge again.”

“Right,” said Fisher. “Been there, done that.”

They both sighed reluctantly and turned to look at each other, and it was as though they were the only two there.

“Why is it always us?” asked Fisher.

“Because we’re the only ones who can be trusted to get the job done,” said Hawk. “Whatever it takes. But I’m not giving up yet. We’ve only the Magus’ word that our deaths are necessary, and he’s already admitted to lying about practically everything else.”

“But if there really is no other way …”

“Then we’ll do what we have to. Just as we’ve always done. Personally, I’m more in favor of killing everything that moves in this appalling place, and then dancing a jig on the remains.”

Fisher smiled briefly. “Yeah. That’s always worked for me. But if the Magus is right, these things can’t die.”

“I know,” said Hawk. “Ironic, really. We had to come all the way home, all the way back to where we began, to find our ending. Just like one of those bloody awful ballads I always hated so much.”

“We’re legends now,” said Fisher. “I suppose we couldn’t be allowed to die like ordinary people. We made a good team, didn’t we?”

“The best. Just in case there isn’t time later … I have always loved you, Julia.”

“I have always loved you, Rupert.”

“How very touching,” said the Demon Prince, smiling his awful smile. “Did you really think we’d just stand here and let you ruin all our plans? I’ve got a much better idea. It seems we can’t risk killing you, but we can certainly render you helpless and then take you with us when we go through the Gateway. And back in the mortal world, what games we’ll play together. I shall enjoy hearing you scream through all eternity.”