“Slowly,” Madeleine purred, replacing the stopper in the decanter and setting it down on her dining room table. “Hold a sip on your tongue and inhale slowly through your nose. Taste, sll, savor it. A fine wine is an experience for all the senses, my darling.”
“Mm,” Gabriel agreed wordlessly around a mouthful of crimson wine. He let his eyes drift close, inhaling deeply through his nose.
“This is so precious I may have to chew my foot off to escape it,” Triss remarked, lounging against the door fra. “That’s drugged, by the way. Nobody who cares that much about wine would have it already decanted before her guest even arrived, unless she wanted to tamper with it first.”
“Oh…wow,” Gabriel mused, after finally swallowing. “You know, I never expected that to be so…”
“I know,” Madeleine said with a pleased smile.
“I sort of assud people only used alcohol to get themselves drunk. It’s just so delicious.”
“You were right the first ti,” Triss observed, while Madeleine nattered on about wine. “Booze is for getting plastered, candy is for pleasing the tongue. Confusing the two is the province of pretentious twits. Well, this seems to be so kind of mory, so at least you didn’t die.”
She perked up, suddenly paying attention upon hearing Madeleine’s next line.
“Do you trust ?”
The girl was gazing up at Gabriel through her lashes, eyes limpid but her expression serious.
“What?” He lowered his wineglass, frowning at her in consternation. “You know I do. I thought we’d had all this out long before now.”
“That is what I’d hoped,” she replied, smiling sowhat wistfully. “I see so much potential in you, Gabriel. You’re going to do great things, and I hope to be a part of them.”
“Great things wouldn’t be any fun without you there,” he said, grinning and moving closer, setting his glass down on the table.
She stopped him by placing a hand in the center of his chest, still gazing seriously into his eyes. “No one should ride your coattails, my dear. I fully intend to earn a place at your side. There are so many things I can teach you, show you… Ways I can help you gain what you need. What you deserve.”
“Oh, she’s good,” Triss breathed.
“You don’t have to earn anything,” Gabriel said, frowning now. “I just want… I like being with you, Madeleine. That’s all I need.”
“Then you do trust ?”
“Of course!” he said fervently.
“You, sir, are too stupid to live,” Triss announced.
“Good.” Madeleine nodded slowly. “I’ve prepared sothing… Sothing that will help you. It may be a bit of a shock, darling. I just want you to know everything I do is in your best interests. Please believe that.”
“You know I do,” he said, taking her hand in his and raising it to his lips.
“Then I have sothing to show you,” she replied, stepping back and leading him along with her.
“This oughtta be rich,” Triss muttered, following them.
Madeleine led him through her kitchen to a heavy door which she unlocked with a slim key produced from her bodice. Beyond this, steps led down into darkness, with just a hint of eerie light staining the walls of the stairwell.
The hostess stepped to the side at the base of the stairs, allowing her guest to have a view of the cellar. He ca to a dead halt on the bottom step, staring; Triss had to crane her neck behind him to see within.
The wine cellar was clean, well-built and well-stocked with neatly racked and labeled bottles. It was also dim, the only light coming from the spell circle currently inscribed on the floor in the center. Within, a humanoid figure rose slowly from a crouching position at their entry.
“What have you done?” Gabriel whispered.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” she said.
“You’re a warlock!”
“I?” Madeleine had the nerve to sound amused. “A warlock would be able to let him out of the circle and control him. Sadly, I have no such power. Connections open many doors, my dear; gold opens even more. All it takes to summon a demon is the capacity to acquire so rather expensive reagents, and follow directions.”
“What is that?” he demanded.
“Bored,” said the figure in the circle, short tail waving behind him. “Extrely bored. You could’ve left a book or sothing, you know.”
“This,” Madeleine said in a satisfied tone, “is a hethelax. He can teach you to properly control your—”
“No!” Gabe shouted, taking a step back up the stairs and crowding into Triss, which he apparently didn’t notice. “I don’t need to control that. I don’t need to know anything about it!”
“Gabriel, darling, the last thing I want is to insult your father, but that’s him talking, not you,” she said. He flinched when she approached, but allowed her to take his hand. “And I can appreciate his desire to protect you…but the thod he’s chosen is foolish in the extre. Your blood will not simply go away if you ignore it. It is there, and can be used against you. It will be used against you, one way or another. The only way around this is to understand it. If you will not make use of whatever gifts it brings, that’s up to you. But you must know the facts, or you will be vulnerable.”
“I have my doubts about this whole enterprise,” the demon said calmly, shifting from side to side. The motion made light glint of the carapace shielding his forehead and forearms; he wore a short, tattered robe without sleeves, which concealed the rest of his body. “My advice to you is not to ss around with anything demonic, kid. If you want to have any kind of a life up here on this plane, that will only make your options fewer. But she’s not wrong; what you don’t know can and will be used against you.”
“That’s true,” Triss murmured. “You’re being played like a fiddle, of course. The truth is a good bow.”
“And what do you get out of this?” Gabriel demanded.
The demon chuckled, spreading his hands; the shells over his knuckles sparked against the invisible cylinder in which he stood. “I’m not really in a position to dictate terms, am I? But she’s promised to send back after I help, and this I don’t mind doing. I’ve not sired any half-bloods myself, but I know those who have. You kids have it rough up here. It’ll make feel good if I can actually lend you so insight.”
“I…” Gabe glanced rapidly between the hethelax and Madeleine, stepping back and eliciting a grunt of protest from Triss. “I…need to think. I’m gonna go.”
“You’ll go talk to your father,” she said with a wry twist of her pouty lips, “and your friend Tobias. And then I will be arrested for unlicensed demonology. You’re here, Gabriel, and so is he. Take advantage while the offer is available, then decide what you want to do about it.”
“I’m not going to just turn you in, Madeleine,” he said, practically vibrating with tension. “But this is too much. I really need to reconsider so stuff.”
“Gabriel,” she said firmly, “if you walk out that door, you will be placing yourself and everyone you et in serious danger.”
“What?”
“I know you too well, my darling,” she said with a sad little smile. “I will spend whatever years it takes atoning for this, but to protect us both I had to take steps. In a very short while, your blood will rise, and you will need to learn to deal with it.”
“What? What did…” He trailed off, then raised a hand to his lips. “What did you do?”
“Fucking called it,” Triss grunted.
“I’m curious about that myself,” the hethelax said sharply. “This isn’t what we discussed.”
“It’s a simple demonic accelerant in the wine,” Madeleine said calmly. “Very mild. Not even dangerous to handle or injest, but where infernal magic is already present, it enhances it. In your case, once fully absorbed, it should induce a berserking state.”
There was a mont of dead silence.
“Lady,” Triss marveled, “you are either really evil or really fucking dumb.”
“I wish you’d shared more of your plan with ,” the demon said icily. “I could have warned you not to do such an utterly harebrained thing.”
“How could you do that to ?” Gabriel whispered. He was beginning to shake. Triss stepped backward up the stairs, putting a little space between her and him. “I trusted you.”
“He can tell you how to cope,” Madeleine said, staring intently up at him. She stepped backward, pulling him down into the room; in an apparent state of shock, Gabriel let himself be led. “You can do it, Gabriel. I know you can. I have unequivocal faith in you. And I…” She languidly lifted her free hand, dragging her fingertips slowly up the deep arch of her bosom, and carefully unfastened the top button of her dress. “I will provide you with an outlet.”
“Sinister, stupid and awkward,” the hethelax snorted. “I’m so happy to be included in this.”
“You creepy piece of shit,” Triss hissed. “And I’m not talking to the demon!”
Gabriel’s breath had begun rasping; he suddenly hunched forward, pressing his free hand to his chest.
“It’s all right, my love,” Madeleine said firmly, pulling herself closer. “You are in control.”
“Woman, shut up,” snapped the demon. “Gabriel, listen to . The berserking state is a simple one, it shuts down all unnecessary thought. You can’t control it, but you can influence it heavily. Keep one thought firmly in the forefront of your mind right now and it’ll carry forward. Focus on your positive feelings for her. This is your woman; concentrate on love. You can hash out this argunt later, just rember right now that you love her!”
“Right now, I don’t think I do,” Gabriel growled. He actually growled, his voice rasping heavily, as if his vocal cords were no longer designed for human speech.
“Love may be too complex,” said Madeleine, taking another step closer, almost near enough to embrace him. “Sex is simple. I know how much you want , Gabriel. You can have .” She lowered her voice, looking heatedly up through her lashes, and firmly placed his hand upon her breast. “You are about to have . You, not the monster. You are you, and you are in control!”
He snarled and snapped at her like a wild dog; she did not so much as flinch as he seized her by the neck with his other hand. It wasn’t big enough to encircle her throat, but he clutched her viciously, his thumb digging into her jugular.
“I want you to know I’ve worked for two incubi and had a fling with a succubus,” the hethelax grated, “and none of them were are sexually freaky as this idiocy.”
“You…backstabbing…whore.” Gabriel’s speech was only barely recognizable as words. Madeleine emitted a soft sound of pain as he forced her head back, but her expression did not change in the slightest.
He flung her fiercely away; Madeleine careened off a wine rack, sending bottles crashing to the floor, and lost her footing in the resulting ss. She cried out as she landed on broken glass.
“Gabriel!” the demon shouted urgently, waving frantically at the half-blood, who was now stalking toward Madeleine, claw-tipped fingers flexing nacingly. “Gabriel, listen to ! Focus on my voice! Just take her. You can sort out your issues later. Take what she’s offering; it’ll keep you grounded. There’ll be no coming back from this if you kill her!”
“Hell with it, I don’t care how this was supposed to end,” Triss said, and launched herself onto Gabriel from behind.
It was far from her first ti ambushing soone. She wrapped her arms around him, neatly pinning his own arms to his sides with one move, and twined her legs over his upper thighs, squeezing hard enough to impede his steps. He staggered, making her fear for a mont that they’d both fall into wine and broken glass, but caught his balance, twisting furiously this way and that. Triss could feel hardness along his arms beneath his shirt, where scales or carapace were forming, and only squeezed harder. Berserking or not, he wasn’t preternaturally strong, only preternaturally durable, and while she was in excellent shape, the Gabriel who’d never taken any of Professor Ezzaniel’s classes was a scrawny layabout. She held him firmly; his struggles gained nothing.
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“The key to tricking people is to help them trick themselves,” she grated into his ear, grunting with each abrupt shift of his body. He staggered back and forth, at one point barely avoiding a fall, but couldn’t dislodge his invisible attacker. “People want to see what makes sense to them. You don’t know I’m here, so you’ve gotta—nf!—create your own narrative.”
He careened into another wine rack, sending another cascade of bottles crashing to the floor. Triss yelped, her right bicep taking the brunt of the impact, but tightened her grip, refusing to yield.
“That’s right,” she growled, “you can’t attack and there’s no outside explanation, so it must be you. You’re not attacking her because you don’t want to. Figure it out!”
Gabriel toppled to his knees, montarily catching her foot painfully between his thighs. Still she clung to him.
“Listen to the monster and the creepy bitch,” Triss said into his ear, more calmly now that his struggles were starting to abate. “You’re in control. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”
He panted heavily, shoulders heaving with each breath, and slumped forward.
“You’ve got this,” she said. In the relative quiet, her voice was soft, calm. “I believe in you, Gabriel. Not because I have plans for you, but because I’ve seen you in action. You’re a good friend. You’re a good man.”
She slumped forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, feeling his breath grow calr.
“I just wish you knew that.”
Above them, the cellar door banged open. Mist poured down the stairs, silent but furious as a waterfall. In seconds it had washed over them, rising above the level of their heads, obscuring everything from view.
It was absolutely quiet. There was nothing to be heard except their breathing.
She could no longer feel his labored heartbeat through her breastplate.
Gabriel laboriously raised his head. “…thanks.”
Tentatively, Trissiny relaxed her grip slightly. “You okay? Are you back?”
“I—yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” He shifted slightly to look over his shoulder at her, bringing his face very nearly into contact with hers. “…you?”
Finally, she let him go, settling back to the ground behind him. “I’m fine. Everything’s…back. I think.”
Slowly, he stood, self-consciously straightening his coat. Trissiny shifted the weight of her shield on her back experintally, grasping the hilt of her sword for reassurance. When he finally turned fully to face her, they could only stare at each other in a painfully awkward silence.
Eventually, he cleared his throat. “You, uh… How much do you rember?”
“Everything.” She swallowed. “You?”
“Sa.” He tore his gaze from hers, peering around them. “Well, it’s… Here we are, again.”
The hall was exactly as it had been at the beginning: broad, apparently infinite, and empty except for the omnipresent mist.
“So…did we win?” she asked cautiously.
Gabriel sighed heavily. “Do you feel like we won?”
“I—” She broke off, clutching her sword again. He followed her gaze and pivoted to face down the hall, reaching into his coat for his wand. A figure was approaching them, its feet resounding softly against the stone, gradually resolving itself out of the gloom. So dense was the fog that they couldn’t get a clear view until he was only a few yards distant.
Toby ca to a stop, studying them closely. His face was drawn, expression guarded. He’d lost his staff sowhere, but flexed his hands in a very uncharacteristic display of martial readiness.
“I only caught the tail end of that,” he said quietly. “Are you two okay?”
Trissiny and Gabriel exchanged a glance.
“More or less,” she said cautiously. “Are you…you?”
“Gods, I hope so,” Toby replied with a humorless smile. “To be frank I don’t know if I can be sure anymore. This place…”
“Yeah,” said Gabe, nodding. Suddenly he grinned. “Hell, Toby… Nightmare vision or not, I’m really glad to see you.”
Toby nodded, not returning the smile. “There’s a nexus up ahead, with halls branching off from it. Eight of them, almost like this place was tailored to us. I ca looking when I got out of mine; I bet the others are in there, too.”
“We’d better go help them, then,” Trissiny said firmly, taking a step forward. “How far is it?”
“Not very.” Toby shifted his gaze to her. “The things you saw… Is this place showing truth? Or just things that might have been?”
Again, Trissiny and Gabriel looked at each other.
“I think…both,” Gabe said slowly. “Whatever accomplishes its goals. Whatever those are.”
“That night on the quad.” Toby’s voice was quiet. “When you two had your… Gabriel, you told it was your fault. You said you started a fight with her.”
“Uh, is this a good ti or place to talk about that?” Gabe said nervously, glancing around at the ominous emptiness surrounding them.
“I want to know if what I saw was the truth,” Toby said flatly. “You yelled at her. Made demands and insults. That was it?”
“That was it,” Trissiny said quietly.
Toby looked back at her, in silence for a mont. When he spoke, finally, his voice was heavily strained. “And for that, you ca at him with a sword?”
“Toby,” Gabe said sharply. “This is ancient history. It was months ago. We have long since talked it out. Both of us screwed up badly that night, but we learned from it.”
“You’re right,” Toby replied. “I guess that’s the difference. You’ve had ti to get used to it. I only just learned that one of my friends tried to murder another because he was rude to her.”
“It wasn’t as simple as that,” Gabriel protested.
“Why do I get the feeling that’s your guilt talking again?”
“You’re both right,” Trissiny said wearily. “It wasn’t that simple, and I was completely, inexcusably in the wrong. What do you want from , Caine? All I can do is apologize and try to do better. I have, months ago. I hope never to blunder that badly again.”
“Blunder?” Toby’s voice rose in pitch. “You attacked my best friend with a blessed weapon and all the power of Avei over—”
“Enough!” Gabriel shouted. “For the gods’ sake, that’s enough! You two want to have this out? Fine, we can have it out, clear the air. But we can do that later. This, right here, is not the fucking ti!” He glared at them in silence for a mont until they both dropped their gazes, then continued. “Think about what’s happening here, will you? The Crawl set this whole thing up to ss with us, to screw up our heads. Well, right now, I’m the one telling you two to shape up and behave yourselves. Ladies and gentlen, that’s the sign we have been successfully ssed with. So suck it up, deal with it later, and keep your minds on the task at hand. Okay?”
“Right,” said Toby, nodding. “You’re right. We need to go find the others.”
“Yeah, Trissiny agreed. “I hope a few of them have t up, too. Otherwise this is going to be a very long day.”
They set off into the mist in strained silence.
“You’d better shift back.”
“Hm?” Teal twitched slightly at the sudden comnt, half-turning to look at Ruda without stopping.
“If this fucking place keeps playing the sa tricks,” Ruda said, “Vadrieny’s chief fear seed to be getting buried inside you. Once she ca out, she was in control and managed to save our asses, too. Might be best if she takes the lead in here.”
“Oh. Yeah, that actually makes good sense.” Teal stepped to the side, giving Vadrieny room to extend her wings without hitting her classmates with them. A mont later, the demon was padding along beside them, her talons clicking against the stone floor.
“Fross, you okay?” Ruda asked. “Need to go back in the bottle?”
“I don’t think so,” the pixie demurred, orbiting her head once. “The need didn’t develop last ti. If this place is picking out deeply-held fears, that sorta makes sense in hindsight. Ending up like the other pixies back in the glade was basically the worst thing I could think of happening to , but it’s not sothing I’ve ever been particularly afraid of. I don’t see any way it could happen.”
Ruda nodded. “Small blessings, then. All right, ladies, keep—”
“Punaji!”
She groaned. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“This is absolutely your final warning,” Mr. Jones proclaid, stalking forward out of the mist. “if you are not back at your desk in—”
“Fuck off, needle dick,” she said curtly, brushing past him.
He gaped at her. “How dare you—”
Ruda stopped, whirled, and punched him in the eye. The reedy little man was bowled head over loafers, tumbling against the wall of the corridor.
“I quit,” she announced, then turned her back and stomped off up the hall. Vadrieny paused to grin at the felled accountant before following her.
“Sothing’s up ahead,” Fross reported, dropping back to eye level; she had been periodically floating higher to get a better vantage. “My augnted sensory spells aren’t working in this mist, but I think it’s a person.”
“Doing that?” Ruda asked tersely.
“Sitting.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Sounds like a trap,” Vadrieny said, flexing her claws. “Be ready.”
Within monts, the figure coalesced out of the mist as they approached, and all three ca to a stop, studying her.
Shaeine sat cross-legged in the center of the floor, robes arranged neatly around herself and hands resting on her knees. Her eyes were closed, her spine perfectly straight. She was breathing so slowly it took a few monts for them to be sure that she actually was.
“Is that…her?” Fross asked hesitantly. “Shaeine? Is that you?”
The priestess made no reply, nor any indication that she’d heard.
“It’s her,” Vadrieny said firmly, stepping forward and kneeling beside the drow.
“What kind of primal fear is this?” Ruda asked, lifting her hat montarily to scratch her head.
“It’s not,” the demon replied, pride filling her voice. “She’s won.”
“Won? She’s just sitting there! It’s like she’s asleep or sothing.”
“ditating,” Vadrieny replied, glancing up at her. “And do you see any nightmares or visions taking shape around us? A stilled, controlled mind isn’t susceptible to such manipulation. She found a way to beat it.”
“I can’t say that’s much of a strategy,” Ruda snorted. “Just sitting down isn’t a way out of trouble.”
“It is,” Vadrieny said firmly, “if you know help is coming.”
Very gently, she picked Shaeine up, arranging the drow in her arms. Shaeine didn’t move or apparently react at all, but allowed herself to be cradled a little too neatly to have been dead weight.
“If you know soone will always co for you,” Vadrieny whispered. Then she turned without another word and strode off the way they had co.
Ruda glanced up at Fross, shrugged, and followed. “Well, okay then. At least one of us got the better of this thing.”
She paced slowly around in a circle, giving Teal and Shaeine so space and carefully not looking in their direction. They weren’t doing anything but tightly hugging and rocking slightly back and forth, but given how Shaeine generally felt about displays of emotion, it was obviously an intimate enough mont to deserve a little privacy. For a wonder, Fross followed suit, hovering silently around Ruda’s head without a hint needing to be dropped.
“Hey,” Ruda said suddenly. “Look alive, girls, we’ve got company.”
She gripped her rapier and half-drew it, watching shapes form in one of the nearby halls. As Trissiny, Toby and Gabriel erged from the mist, however, she re-sheathed the weapon, a grin blossoming on her face.
“Guys!” Teal exclaid, approaching. She and Shaeine were still holding hands. “Gods, it’s good to see you. Are you okay?”
“We’re…here,” Toby said tersely.
“Okay is probably pushing it,” Gabe agreed. “Man, I’m getting really nostalgic for the Descent. This place is doing a number on my head. How’re you girls?”
“More or less the sa,” said Ruda, glancing back at the others. “We have considered the matter carefully from all angles and co to the conclusion that fuck this shit.”
“We’re still missing soone,” said Trissiny, her eyes darting over the group. “Have any of you seen Juniper?”
“We have only seen each other,” said Shaeine, “and now, you.”
“Great.” Gabriel dragged a hand through his hair. “Hell…she’s all alone in there. Okay. Which halls have you checked?”
“That one, that one and that one,” Ruda reported, pointing to each of the three in question.
“I ca out of there,” said Toby, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, “and found these two in the one right behind us there.”
“That was Gabriel’s,” Trissiny added. “I entered it from a cross-hall, so…I started in that one to the right.”
“You had a cross-hall?” Ruda demanded, planting her fists on her hips. “Man, why the fuck do you always get the good stuff?”
“Easy, there,” Fross chided. “We jumped halls too, rember?”
“Yeah, but that’s cos you’re smart. It wasn’t handed to us.”
“Let us focus, please,” Shaeine said firmly. “There’s no telling what Juniper may be suffering while we dally. It sounds as if we have to check those two adjacent halls across the way, yes?”
“Right,” Trissiny nodded. “Does it matter which?”
“Not that I can see,” said Gabe. “Start with the one on the right?”
“There is the question of what lies in the final one,” Shaeine observed. “Apparently Fross and Ruda were deposited together, and of course Teal and Vadrieny are inseparable. The nine of us were distributed through seven of the eight paths.”
“I think whichever one we try will have Juniper in it,” said Fross. “Geography is very malleable down here, we’ve more than established that. It makes the most sense for the final hall to be the way out. We won’t find that until everybody’s done.”
“All right, then,” Ruda said grimly. “Forward march, troops. Let’s go right. It’s a good, honest direction.”
They started moving, falling unconsciously into the formation Trissiny had drilled them on over the last few days. Up ahead, another misty opening lood, tendrils of white fog beckoning them silently forward.
“To state the obvious,” Trissiny said quietly as they walked, “we all know what’s been bothering Juniper the most lately. Or at least the general shape of it. Given what this place does, turning our mories against us…”
“Odds are good,” Ruda finished, “we are about to see sothing seriously fucked up.” She glanced around at the others. “I think it’s a good idea that we decide up front not to judge anybody based on anything we see in here. You don’t know soone’s story till you’ve walked in their boots, and I’m pretty sure this fucking place is picking whatever shit will screw us up the most. I refuse to give it the satisfaction.”
“Well put,” Gabriel agreed.
“A nice thought as far as it goes,” Toby said more quietly. “I think a few of us are going to need to talk so things over once we’re out of here, though.”
Nobody had a response to that. In the next mont, they stepped into the mist.
They drew together as they continued down the path, not speaking, but taking comfort in one another’s presence after their recent trials. Fross darted ahead and then back, then rose upward, continually scouting around for a better view.
“I think I see sothing,” the pixie reported, her shrill voice echoing startlingly in the quiet. “It’s either close or a lot bigger than—”
A deafening roar cut her off, and the group instantly halted, each of them settling into a combat stance with weapons up. Teal shifted forms, Gabriel sidestepped to have a clear shot ahead and Shaeine lit with a soft, silver glow. The footsteps rapidly approaching them were terrifyingly loud.
In the next seconds a true nightmare stomped forward out of the fog.
It was easily twelve feet tall, and looked like it might have been part tree at one point. At least, its legs ended in broad, flat stumps lined with stiff tendrils resembling roots. Vaguely humanoid in shape, it was the mottled brown and green of rotting at, and slled much the sa. Viscous sli dripped from it all over; near its squat head, enormous translucent sacs inflated rhythmically with its breathing, lit from within with a pale glow like the luminous mushrooms of Level 1. Whatever heritage it owed to the plant kingdom, the claws and spikes protruding from its misshapen limbs at odd intervals were very clearly animalian. Two tails extended from its back, of unequal lengths, arching forward and tipped in massive stingers.
Stopping just in front of them, it roared again, its lower jaw not so much opening as unfolding, to reveal a saw-like arrangent of teeth. It stuck out a long tongue at them, which was tipped in yet another stinger, flanked by a nest of writhing tendrils. If it had eyes, they were obscured by the crazy crown of sli-dripping thorns that wreathed its head.
“Fucking goddamn ew,” Ruda observed.
“Looks fae,” Trissiny said tersely. “Vadrieny, Gabe, hang back; if this thing is powerful enough to scare Juniper it could really hurt you. Light-wielders to the front; Ruda, be ready with that sword, we’ll try to make you an opening. Anything that unnatural will suffer if you stick mithril in it.”
“Wait!” said Fross. Whatever she had been about to add was cut off by another enraged howl from the monster. It charged forward, lashing out with tongue, limbs and stingers, and slamd against a huge silver shield that appeared across the entire hall in front of them.
Shaeine actually grunted with the impact, wincing. The creature, though, fared much worse, reeling backward; it was actually smoking in several places where it had co into direct contact with divine magic.
“Rember your Circles,” Trissiny said urgently. “Demons, back away; we need to flare up!”
“Wait!” Fross shouted.
The howl unleashed by the monster was its loudest yet, and filled with a wordless rage that flirted with insanity.
“Shaeine, hamr it!” Trissiny cried.
“STOP!” Fross shrieked, darting across the hall in front of them. A spray of water fanned out form her aura, coalescing into a waist-high wall of ice. She quickly made a second pass, then a third, completely walling off the corridor in seconds.
“Fross,” Trissiny said impatiently, “advise on the go! We don’t have ti for this, that thing has Juniper!”
“No,” the pixie cried, “no, that’s not what this is!”
Shards of ice sprayed over them as the wall cracked with a hamr blow from one of the monster’s colossal fists. A second caused a section of it to collapse; a stinger probed through the gap.
It didn’t roar again, though, giving Fross an opening to speak.
“That thing is Juniper!”
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