Dark_Serpent

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Emma

The light was too strong and I opened my eyes. Another hospital room, but this one was bright and cheery and smelled wonderful. I hadn’t realised how bad the places infested by demons had smelled, but it was obvious now I was clear of them. I looked right and my heart exploded with joy: John was dozing in a chair next to me, his arms folded, his chin on his chest. Semias was in the bed behind John, his face peaceful in sleep. I snuggled down. I didn’t need to wake them; let them sleep. I revelled in John’s presence until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more.

The next time I woke, they were sitting together on the other side of the room, speaking softly.

‘John,’ I said.

He turned and his face lit with a huge grin, making his eyes crinkle up. I was filled with both joy and pain.

He came to me and held my hand. ‘How do you feel?’

‘I lost our baby,’ I said.

He squeezed my hand. ‘I know. But you’re alive.’

‘There’ll be others, Emma,’ Semias said.

‘No,’ John said. ‘There won’t. Saying there will be others is like saying there are plenty more women in the world when your wife’s just died. This baby was unique and there will never be another one like it.’

‘And there won’t be any others anyway,’ I said. ‘The Demon King said I was too damaged inside to have any more babies. That’s why he threw me away. I wouldn’t teach his armies, and I’m no good as an incubator.’

Semias grimaced and turned away.

I dropped my voice. ‘John, I am so sorry. I killed it. I used energy when I was pregnant.’

‘You did?’ John said sharply. ‘I thought I told you not to do that?’

‘You never told me the reason why not. It was life or death, and I thought it would hurt me, not the baby.’

‘My fault, I should have told you.’ He bent over me, concerned. ‘How many times did you use energy? How much?’

‘Only twice. The first time I killed …’ I struggled to remember, it was all a blur of fear and running, ‘three big demons. Second time, I killed another four, and I lost the baby straight …’ I held my voice together. ‘I lost the baby right after.’

‘That wouldn’t have hurt the child, particularly early on,’ John said. ‘If anything, it would have made it stronger and more likely to survive.’

Relief flooded over me. I hadn’t killed the baby; it had been the stress of running and hiding. The baby was still gone, but at least I wasn’t responsible.

John saw my face. ‘Don’t blame yourself, Emma. It wasn’t your fault.’

‘Why doesn’t that make me feel any better?’

‘Because that child was unique. Remember, once you’re Raised things will change,’ he said.

I smiled and my heart lifted. He was right. ‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ I said. I turned to Semias. ‘Anything to eat around here?’

He shrugged. ‘They took everything with them when they left. There’s nothing here. If we were in Murias, it would be different, but it’s still overrun with demons and I can barely hold myself together.’

‘What’s Murias?’ John said.

‘One of the Four Cities up here,’ I said. ‘Something analogous to our Four Realms. He’s the North Wind.’

‘No,’ Semias said, shaking his head. ‘I’m not the spirit of the North like Xuan here. I’m the spirit of the city.’

‘You’re the city of Murias?’

‘Yes.’ He straightened. ‘If I wasn’t infested with demons, I’d appear much younger and better-looking, and you’d drop your man in a second for me.’

‘What are you doing in the Glass Citadel instead of looking after your city?’ John said.

‘They locked me in here,’ Semias said. ‘I’m severely weakened being so far away.’

‘What about the other Castellans?’ I said. ‘Are they looking after their cities?’

‘I’m the only one left. Everybody else returned to the Earth.’ Semias gave us a wry grin. ‘I drew the short straw and was left guarding the Heavens.’

‘Alone?’ I said.

Semias’s smile disappeared. ‘It’s been very tough. Even tougher now that the Heavens are full of demons making plans to take over the whole world. I cannot stop them, and our gods are gone.’

‘How are the demons blocking access to the Heavens?’ John said. ‘If we can find a way to bring our army up here, we can take the fight to them.’

‘When the gods left, they sealed the gateways,’ Semias said. ‘They could only be opened from this side. Or so we thought. One of the Eastern demons is highly skilled in the art of energy manipulation; it took him thirty-five years to break the ward, but he managed it. He let the others in, the demons from this part of the world joined them, and from what I can see they’re building a formidable army.’

‘This is very bad,’ John said, rubbing his eyes.

‘We need to go home and warn everybody,’ I said.

‘I already did. The East is preparing for war. We have less than six months before all the demons flood out of here and attack.’ He turned to Semias. ‘I have to take Emma home, but I’ll need to be able to re-enter here.’

‘I can let you in,’ Semias said. ‘I’ll keep a low profile here, and open the Citadel gateway for you.’

‘What about food?’ I said. ‘You’ll have nothing to eat if they took everything.’

He quirked a smile. ‘I’m a city; I don’t eat. I’ll be fine.’

‘We need you stronger before we can take you down to the Earthly,’ John said to me. ‘I know you lost the baby, but you have many, many needle tracks — what were they doing to you?’

‘Bleeding me out,’ I said. ‘Apparently I taste very good.’

‘Is that what they were doing to the other humans here?’ Semias said. ‘Draining the blood from them because they tasted good? That doesn’t make sense; all of them were sick.’

‘Wouldn’t being up here heal them?’ John said.

‘They were very far gone, close to death. They didn’t deteriorate further up here, but they couldn’t get better,’ Semias said.

‘Would they want the blood of serpent people if they were sick?’ I said.

John shrugged; Semias looked blank.

A jolt of dismay hit me. ‘They were AIDS patients.’

‘Why would they want AIDS patients?’ John said.

‘What’s AIDS?’ Semias said.

‘Remember what happened to my arm when the demon essence hit the AIDS in my bloodstream?’ I said to John. I quoted what the Demon King’s Number One had said: ‘Cut them, break them, nothing can harm them.’

‘Sweet Mercy aid us,’ John said. ‘They’ll be unstoppable.’ He turned to Semias. ‘Have you seen any demons coated all over with shiny black armour?’

‘No,’ Semias said.

‘Let’s just hope they haven’t worked out how to do it the other way — AIDS blood into demons,’ I said. ‘It seems these were the only AIDS patients they had.’

‘Tell me about this AIDS, it sounds important,’ Semias said.

‘That’s quite recent. Where was I up to?’ John said.

‘About fourteen hundred? Things were happening in Italy — you said a new beginning.’

‘Okay.’ John turned to me. ‘I’m giving him a potted history of the world since the Shen left him alone here. Go back to sleep; you need to rest and get better so we can go home.’

‘Are we safe here?’ I said.

‘They left you for dead, yes? They think Semias is still imprisoned, and they don’t know I’m here. I doubt they’ll come back.’

‘There’s nothing worth coming back for,’ Semias said. ‘Since the gods left, everything has been slowly dying. The animals first, then the plants.’

‘When did the gods leave the Heavens?’ I said.

‘About two hundred AD,’ John said.

‘You’ve been here nearly two thousand years alone? How did you stay sane?’ I asked Semias.

‘Cities can’t go mad. No, I take it back; we can, but it takes more than a couple of thousand years of neglect to do that. I slept mostly, and dreamed of a past when I was full of joy and song.’

‘I hope we can find a way to bring that back to you,’ I said.

‘The gods cannot return,’ Semias said, his voice flat. ‘They are gone. It is all gone. The important thing now is to drive these demons back into Hell, then you can leave me here alone to listen to the lost songs.’

‘Tell me what happened to them?’ I said. ‘I’m awake now, and it will help to take my mind off things.’

John squeezed my hand; he understood. Semias looked to John, who nodded.

Semias pulled a chair up next to my bed. ‘About four or five thousand years ago, our gods were beginning to take form and arrive at self-awareness. Humanity was new and wild and fierce, and the gods loved humans dearly.’

‘That’s about the same age you are,’ I said to John, and he nodded again.

Semias continued. ‘One of our most powerful spirits, the spirit of the sea, was entranced by a human and shared a family with her. They had eight sons, who chose to live on the Earthly. Their father gave them and their wives an island paradise full of magic and beauty.’

‘Atlantis really existed?’ I said. ‘The Archivist said it was a myth.’

‘Hush, I’m telling a story,’ Semias said. ‘The sons of the sons were greater than ordinary humans and wanted to see the world outside their island. They heard tales from traders of mighty deeds and battles fought, and how a man can only be a hero if he conquers wide lands and returns with the spoils to make his clan rich.’

‘That’s the way it was back then,’ John said. ‘You gained wealth by conquest.’

‘They invaded the surrounding seas, destroying whole civilisations in their zeal. They became known as the sea people, and terrorised half the world.’

‘And their father sank the island?’ I said.

‘Yes. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his children, so he took their land away and made them homeless. He vowed to have nothing more to do with them. They were accomplished seafarers so they took their boats and found a new home.’

‘Where did they go?’ John said.

‘They found an island far to the north where they would be safe, and settled there. They had to fight the existing people for it, but they were still stronger than humans and had little difficulty. The local people revered them as gods.’

‘Ireland?’ I said.

‘I believe that is its name now,’ Semias said.

‘What happened next?’ John said, obviously fascinated.

‘They started invading the island next door, and moved to the lands further east. They spread their culture by conquest … again.’

‘Are these the serpent people?’ I said.

‘No,’ Semias said. ‘The gods were unhappy that their descendants, who had the gifts of superior strength and speed, were set again on conquest, but again they could not bring themselves to destroy their own children. Instead, they helped a small growing civilisation to become strong enough to stop them. They went down and lived among the people, shared their stories, had families, and built a fair and just system of government with them that all people could participate in. They hoped that this positive, peaceful society would influence their children by example.’

‘Greece,’ I said.

‘Then Rome. Rome developed as Greece weakened, so the gods moved into Rome and helped the people. They armed them with the knowledge and strategy to defeat the brutal children of the gods that were sweeping over the continent, and compassionate philosophies to enlighten them. More children were born: mighty warriors and talented strategists. Of course, the Romans did what everybody else had done: they started to conquer the lands around them and descended into tyranny. They swept through Europe, destroying everything in their path. They murdered and raped and mutilated, committing atrocities that still cause me nightmares. They had to be stopped.’

‘So the gods did it again? They created us serpent people after failing twice to control their children? Didn’t they learn anything?’ I said, exasperated.

‘They went to Ireland and took their remaining descendants, now much weakened by time and interbreeding with humans,’ Semias said, ‘and mixed them with captive demons, to create an even more powerful race that could change to serpent. The gods hoped that by making the people snakes, they would have the wisdom and healing inherent in that noble spirit and would resist repeating the same bad patterns. It didn’t work. The serpent people had a demonic thirst for blood and violence. They helped push the Romans back, but at the cost of many lives. The gods saw what they had done and retreated to the Heavens. At the same time, a new religion was spreading across the land, based on compassion and selflessness, purity of heart and freedom from the pursuit of worldly attractions. The gods decided that it was better than anything they had ever done and so they elected to destroy themselves by releasing their spirits into the Earth and sealing the Heavens. They hoped that the new beliefs would make the world a better place without them.’

‘That sounds like the teachings of a Buddha,’ I said. ‘I never thought of it like that.’

‘It probably was the teachings of a Buddha, but it didn’t work,’ John said. ‘One: the demons are here in the Western Heavens; and two: that new belief system has probably led to more deaths than the gods’ folly.’

‘Religion doesn’t lead to deaths,’ Semias said. ‘It’s the people who twist the teachings into something cruel and poisonous.’

‘Which seems to happen all the time,’ John said with regret. ‘Humans twist meaning to suit their own agendas. Teach them to respect all life and look after each other, and watch them turn it into bigotry and oppression.’ He sat straighter. ‘I like to think that they have matured enough now not to need our guidance and are capable of making their own moral decisions. We can control the demon menace and leave the humans to build a society based on reason and their marvellous sciences.’

‘Are they capable of building a caring society without your supervision?’ Semias said.

‘Some of them, yes; they live their lives protecting the world and helping others. Other humans are still full of pride, and their need for dominance over their brothers and sisters saddens us. But I think that very soon they will become a compassionate civilisation without our stupidity affecting their lives so badly.’

‘You’re not that stupid,’ I said.

‘I’ve made some terrible mistakes that have resulted in many lives destroyed,’ John said mildly.

‘So did our gods,’ Semias said. ‘Each decision worse than the last, and the Welsh serpents the most frightening of all.’

‘And that’s me,’ I said.

‘Xuan says you have been greatly changed by being with him, but you’re still a demon-god-human mix, yes,’ Semias said.

‘I have been a demon all along,’ I said to John. ‘The Blue Dragon was right: you were crazy to keep me around.’

‘Nobody could sense the Western demon in you. The Dragon was being his usual hysterical self,’ John said.

‘You must have sensed something,’ I said.

‘I did, but it was so small and so tenuous that I was sure it was my imagination and there was nothing there. The Demon King burned all the demon essence out of you and that should have fixed it. I made a terrible mistake bringing you here — it activated your Western demon nature.’

‘So am I a demon?’

‘Even if you were, you aren’t now. You broke their hold on you, and they will never be able to control you again. You are not a demon; you have Ascended to fully human.’ He quirked a smile. ‘More than human.’

‘Kwan Yin knew this would happen? She let this happen?’

‘It’s not that she let it happen; she would have had no choice,’ John said. ‘The Buddhas exist outside of time. For them, everything is happening now, has already happened, and has yet to happen. That is one of the facets of enlightenment: time no longer holds you. It means that you can never live a full human life inside reality ever again.’

‘Sounds horrible,’ I said.

‘For someone immersed in the pleasures of the Earthly, it sounds like a sacrifice. It is not. It is a profound elevation.’

‘Your people have developed a wisdom that our gods were never able to achieve,’ Semias said. ‘Probably because they were too busy trying to control their wayward children.’

‘Some people here must have attained enlightenment,’ John said. ‘Have you ever been contacted by an Enlightened One?’

‘Never,’ Semias said. ‘And looking at the mess we made of things here, I can’t really blame them.’

‘Can you go to the Second Platform and talk to them?’ I asked John.

‘What’s that?’ Semias said.

‘Where the Enlightened Ones live,’ John said. ‘I can’t, Emma. I tried, but this is as far as I can go. I think it’s because it’s the wrong region, but I’m not sure. Maybe the Lady would be able to tell us, but she’s not answering my calls, and I’m not surprised.’

‘Why not?’ I said.

‘Because she knew all of this would happen to us and she made no attempt to stop it. Even if she had no choice in the matter, it will be killing her.’

‘It’s not her fault, it was the demons that killed …’ I choked on the words; our baby was gone. Then I filled with rage. Those demons would pay for what they’d done to us, and nobody would be used in breeding experiments ever again. This would stop.

‘You look exhausted, love, sleep,’ John said, and put his hand on my forehead.

I pushed it away. ‘No need to magic me asleep, I’m tired enough already.’ I took his hand. ‘And I love you.’

He kissed my fingertips.

‘You two are very cute,’ Semias said.

John glowered at him. ‘I am not cute.’

‘Sorry, John, yes, you are,’ I said, and his face softened.