Read High Demon 3 - Demon's King Online
Authors: Connie Suttle
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"Destination?" The standard question was asked of all released prisoners. Edan Desh stared at the Alliance employee tapping the information into a comp-vid. None of his family had come to meet him. He hadn't expected them. All of them were selfish and wrapped up in their own lives.
"Targis," Edan almost snapped at the man. "Desh's restaurant on White Heron street."
"You're not free yet—I can have you locked away for another moon-turn." The employee didn't bother to look at Edan who stood before him, flanked by two guards.
"I know. My apologies." Edan nodded respectfully to the man. He'd noticed that in the past few eight-days, everyone had been on edge for some inexplicable reason. The prisoners, many of them, had been isolated—they'd wanted to fight the others.
"All right, everything seems to be in order. Escort him to the gate," the employee jerked his head at the two guards. Edan Desh was accompanied down a narrow hall painted prison gray and smelling faintly of antiseptic soap. He was then escorted through a door held shut with an electronic lock, followed by three more hallways until they walked away from the prison. The heavy gate in the wall rolled back while Edan's meager belongings plus a small credit chip were handed to him. He was thankful to get that—he had no transport otherwise; a hoverbus stop just outside the walls brought visitors twice each week.
Edan hadn't received visitors the entire time he'd been incarcerated. Turning to look behind him after walking through the gate, he watched as the heavy steel and titanium door closed behind him. Few there would remark on his absence. Edan pulled up memories of Marzi Desh. He realized after five years of imprisonment that he hadn't missed his mother. Hadn't missed her whining and ordering him about.
She'd been more than willing for him to take complete blame for Raedah's rape and death. Now, Edan felt differently. Was he seeing Marzi as she truly was? Edan shook his head to get the images out of his head. Memories were there, but they were hazy. He walked down the concrete path toward the bus stop, the only passenger waiting for the next transport to come along.
* * *
Tulgalan's core was difficult to repair since it had been tapped from two locations. It bled energy as a body might bleed from multiple stab wounds. Nidris had wounded the planet in a similar manner—I could feel it while connected to it in this way. Energy poured through me, replenishing what had been lost. With two tapping sites, the energy was draining out twice as fast. Plugging up the largest leak first, I turned my attention to the smaller one, forcing the energy back inside that I'd just placed there. The power was threatening to bleed out again. "There," I sighed, once that feat was accomplished.
Blinking my eyes open, I found Farzi and Nenzi staring up at me in complete mystification. I hadn't fainted and merely felt tired, not completely exhausted as I had the times before. How could this be? I forced the turn back to myself and Nenzi ran to get clothing for me—the night had gone cool and moist around us.
"What happened?" Nenzi and Farzi both wanted to know.
"It's done—the core is healed," I said, slipping into trousers and a shirt that Nenzi held out for me. Socks and boots came next, even as I tried to discover what had been different. "Kifirin," I finally sighed.
"Kifirin? He do this?" Farzi blinked at me quizzically.
"He must have," I muttered. "This would have caused me to faint, otherwise."
"What he do?" Nenzi asked as I walked toward our tent. I was thirsty and hungry, but that was all.
"I don't know, sweet man," I hugged Nenzi to me. Never one to pass up an opportunity, he hugged me back—hard. He and Farzi had been worried to death over this. Now, they were both showing signs of intense relief. "Come on, let's eat," I said, flopping down next to the food basket and digging through it for the least offensive of available meals.
* * *
Edan was stepping off the bus when it felt as if a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders. Others behind him were feeling the same, he saw. Sighs came from several and some even laughed or giggled for no reason.
Something has happened
, Eden thought. Something momentous, but none of them were ever likely to find what it might be. Edan pulled the strap of his small bag up and squared his shoulders, walking toward Desh's number one and a meeting with his father.
* * *
"You'll start at the bottom," Addah snapped. "With appropriate pay. And I've already filed the writ of detachment—your mother won't be coming here again. You've both embarrassed the family, but she's the worst. Do you know what your daughter has done? Do you?"
"The last I heard, she was wanted for drakus seed crimes." Edan shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched his father's face go pink.
"Faugh. That was just a cover-up. She was transferred to the ASD, you idiot. Reah was working undercover for them at the time. And that isn't what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"She's intended to the King of Karathia," Addah's face almost went purple. "He brought her here and I blew up. Now, the
Star Gazer
is running ads showing Wylend Arden thanking that fool Worden for cooking a fine meal for him and his intended."
"That's not like you, Addah, to hurt the business in that way," Edan said quietly.
"I know." Addah looked at Edan as if he were seeing him for the first time. From where had that insight come? Addah had never seen it before.
"Did Reah look well? How did the Karathian King treat her?"
"Like royalty," Addah muttered angrily. "Why would you care anyway? You beat her. Broke her bones. I was forced to look at those reports by that ill-mannered Vice-Director of the ASD."
"Things have changed somewhat, father."
Addah snorted his derision. "You change? Not likely."
"I can't explain this in any way you'll understand, Father. When would you like for me to start work? I warn you, I'll be rusty at first. I'm glad you're starting me at the bottom so I can relearn all of it. Perhaps I'll be better, this time. And if you hear anything at all from Reah, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass that information along."
"Don't go after her—that Vice-Director will be watching you like a lion watches a gazelle unless I miss my guess. One step out of line and you'll be living inside prison walls again."
"Trust me; I have no wish to harm her."
* * *
"Reah, when you make cookies again?" Nenzi lay back on the sleeping bag, staring up at the roof of our small tent. Thankfully, it was waterproof. The three of us watched as raindrops pattered on the synthetic cloth, dripping down the sides and into the trench I'd dug as a precaution. I'd had training through the ASD on how to live in the wild if it became necessary. Farzi and Nenzi, as lion snakes, could do it by instinct.
"Nenzi, if I can find a kitchen sometime soon, I'll cook. All right?" I turned my head to look at him. We ended up rubbing noses. Nenzi loves that. Farzi, too, so I turned to him and did the same.
"Where we go after this?" Farzi asked, smiling at me.
"I don't know, honey snake," I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling again. "We have to follow Nidris, but who knows where he's going or how much damage he's done already? We may have to guess, Farzi."
"Reah sleep here," Farzi pulled my head onto his shoulder. I tucked in against him, content to do as he asked.
* * *
Nidris had contacts. Good contacts. He'd worked for several of them, under Zellar. He was prepared to offer his services again, if they had any need for him. The strongest criminal faction hadn't been thrilled with the idea of the Campiaan Alliance—in fact, they'd hired three warlocks already, all trained by Zellar, in an attempt to kill Teeg San Gerxon and the Alliance at the same time. Somehow, the Starr brothers, working with Teeg San Gerxon had managed to thwart the assassination attempts.
Nidris' former employers were infuriated by the failed efforts. It provided the perfect opportunity for Nidris, who was willing to work for them again—at the right price. They'd hire him; he knew they would. Perhaps Nidris could do what the others couldn't, bringing that portion of the universe back to lawlessness and rule by the powerful. It would guarantee his safety, working with the ones who sought to take over.
* * *
"Aren't you suspicious that they're playing along?" Dee looked up at Gavril.
"Of course—but we need to keep them where we can watch them. Contact Wylend—ask if he'll lend us a few of his warlocks," Gavril sighed. "Lersen Strand and his cousins will destroy the Alliance before it ever becomes official if they have their way."
"It will require your death to be successful," Dee pointed out.
"They're welcome to try."
"You can't ignore that possibility, Teeg. You're powerful in your own right, but they have plenty of support."
"Paid support."
"But support, nonetheless. Don't disregard that threat. I beg you."
"I'm not disregarding it, Papa Dee."
Dormas sighed as he closed the application on his comp-vid—he'd been going over the attendees for the meeting. "Too bad we don't have Reah; I think she could force all of them into submission with food alone. I miss those meals." Teeg had sneaked food to Dee on many occasions—food that Reah had prepared. Dee had gotten quite addicted to it.
"Dee, I think she might have loved you if I'd thought it safe to make introductions. Now, we may never get that chance."
"You have yet to introduce me to your parents." Dee didn't meet Teeg's eyes.
"I know; I don't want to upset any of you over this. I think of you as a father, too, but I don't want to upset Dad. He didn't have a hand in any of this and doesn't deserve anything less than my love and respect."
"I don't want to replace him."
"Dee, there's room for both of you. You did for me what Dad couldn't at the time. There's no need for you to be anything except my second father."
"Some have two fathers, others have no father at all," Dormas sighed, thinking of Reah.
"There's nothing we can do about that."
"Child, what will you do if she doesn't come back?"
"I don't know, Dee. I just don't know."
* * *
The rain had stopped by morning, so the three of us scrounged for our breakfast before packing everything up. I knew where we had to go—it had come to me in a dream. Another gift from Kifirin, if you could call what he'd done a gift. "Where we go, Reah?" Nenzi asked. I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, making him smile.
"To Reliff. Have you ever been there?" I smiled back at him.
"No. Not remember that one," Nenzi shook his head.
"Then let's go. And after we're done with that one, we'll make a trip to Cloudsong."
"No, Reah, that one long dead," Farzi was trying to steer me away from it. Cloudsong was one of the first worlds drained by Zellar. Nothing lived or grew on it, now. I'd do that one during the day—I still remembered the daystar's reaction to the healing on Tulgalan, before Nidris had interrupted. He had much to pay for, my daughter's life not the least of that.
* * *
"Edan, what makes you think I want to hear from you?" Ilvan hadn't been difficult to locate—he worked for the government on Tulgalan, inspecting restaurants and eateries in Targis and three other cities. He'd known going in what was expected, since he'd worked in a restaurant before.
"Ilvan, I just wanted to apologize. For past mistakes. I know you left the business and the family because of what I did. I just want to take responsibility. For everything. I think Addah would welcome you back if you wanted to return—he grumbles about the pastry Aldah prepares."
The mention of Aldah's name made Ilvan mutter. Aldah, Addah's third son, was Fes' full brother and thick with Fes on everything. Fes covered for Aldah's lack of skill much of the time. Farla's two sons stood to inherit much of what Addah had built. "Reah could put both Fes and Aldah in the dirt," Ilvan said angrily. Addah had never noticed Ilvan. It had always been Fes and Edan. Until Edan was convicted and sent to prison. Now, Fes and Aldah were the ones Addah spoke with. Ilvan never said it, but he was grateful that Marzi had only birthed Edan.
"I know."
"Is that why you called? To see if I knew where Reah is? I don't. I think she probably wouldn't want to see any one of us. I saw the advertisement for the Star Gazer. I heard from someone I know there that Reah is intended to the King of Karathia."
"That isn't why I called. I wouldn't mind seeing Reah, just to say I'm sorry, but she likely won't accept my apology any more than you will."
"Edan, if you're trying to wriggle into Wylend Arden's good graces, don't. I don't believe he's held his throne by being weak as a warlock."
"Also not the reason I called. Ilvan, I don't need anything from you or Father or the King of Karathia. What I truly want is forgiveness. From you and from Reah. I'm a different man, Ilvan. I hope you come to believe that, someday."
"I'll tell you what—if Reah ever forgives you, then I will, Edan. And you likely know that will never happen." Ilvan ended communication with his brother.
* * *
"This Reliff?" Farzi asked after I'd landed us in a park outside the capital city of Beedaris.
"This is Reliff," I nodded, pulling two credit chip bracelets from my bag and handing them to Farzi and Nenzi. "Just in case," I said. Both nodded their understanding. I wasn't familiar with Reliff and wasn't willing to pull out my comp-vid to do research. My comp-vid was ASD issue and likely had a beacon chip embedded. I wasn't going to turn it on, just in case. "Come on, let's see if we can find a room for the night." We walked through the park, eventually finding the nearest hoverbus port.
* * *
"I can disrupt the meeting," Nidris smiled at Lersen Strand. His cousins, Darsen, Ansen and Morsen were there, nodding at Nidris.
"And what if we want more than disruption?" Morsen smiled.
"Whatever you want," Nidris replied. He'd never tapped the core on Campiaa. It could provide all the power he'd need to take down the fledgling Campiaan Alliance.
"We want Campiaa for ourselves," Lersen interrupted Nidris' thoughts. "The Casinos—all of it. Give us Campiaa and the rest will follow. I think we can promise you anything you want, after that."
Nidris agreed. What did it matter that Campiaa would die within a decade or two? Other worlds waited, and Nidris had no desire to work for the Strands more than a handful of years. He wanted to hunt the female High Demon. Still desired to have her under his command. Unlimited power awaited if she were his.
* * *
"Corolan, Garek, I want you to search for Reah. Bring her back to me," Wylend read through political requests for audience day. He'd finish with those before traveling to Campiaa. It would assist Gavril in building the Campiaan Alliance if Karathia was a strong ally. Wylend had made up his mind. The Reth Alliance might frown upon some of Wylend's methods for tracking and dealing with prisoners. Gavril's Alliance made allowances for those things.
"Who will protect you while you are upon Campiaa?" Corolan didn't mind searching for Reah, he merely wanted to keep Wylend safe at the same time.
"Erland, Rylend and Wyatt are coming with me," Wylend signed the request for a hearing after reading it. "Plus my personal guards."
"All right," Corolan sighed. With the Starr warlocks employed by Gavril, that should be sufficient spellpower to guard both Wylend and the founder of the Campiaan Alliance. "Are you sure Wyatt is a good choice? Having you both in the same place?"
"He needs the experience," Wylend muttered. "His head has been elsewhere, lately. Ry is more than dependable. Perhaps some of his focus will attach itself to my heir."
"As you say," Corolan nodded. "We'll work on this from our end before striking out blind."
"I expect nothing less," Wylend agreed.
* * *
"It may interest you to know that Tulgalan's core is now healed." Lendill stood in the doorway to Norian's office.
"And how do you know this?" Norian grumbled. "Does Torevik know? Reah hasn't been gone that long, she still might be there."
"My father told me," Lendill replied. "And I informed Tory first. He has already gone looking for her. I don't believe he'll find anything. I sent someone out myself. All they found was an abandoned camping site."
"How did you find it so quickly?" Norian was very curious. He had agents scattering to find Reah. It was the least he could do—he was worried she might harm herself or do something dangerous and come to harm in that way. He was worn down with the responsibility of the baby's death. None of Lissa's other mates were speaking to him. He'd been too afraid to approach Ildevar with the news.
"We knew the two tapping locations—I sent someone there. Reah went to the first one. It makes sense—I didn't think she'd want to return to the place where her child died, do you?"
"It does make sense," Norian scrubbed his jaw. Since Lissa had given him blood, making him immortal, he no longer needed to shave. The habit of a beard was still with him, however. "Does your father know where Reah might go next?"
"Not at the moment," Lendill hedged. Norian lifted an eyebrow at his friend's words.