Chapter 97: Dikastís

Chapter 97: Dikastís

Virtue: Justice

Understanding flooded into James and his mind blanked before the enormity of what was revealed. The four virtues were conduits, means to connect with beings that were exemplars of each concept.

A way to summon an avatar of Justice and embody it.

James felt vertigo as he attempted to trace the channel that linked him to that being, Dikasts. His mind couldnt wrap itself around the sensation. Not just distance, nothing as simplistic as Dikasts hovering above the clouds, but rather a distinct realm altogether. As if the conduit punched through time and space into a different realm altogether, a place outside of reality. It was as if a wormhole had opened between him and Dikasts, connecting him to this being, this embodiment, this exemplar of the Virtue.

And James realized he could summon it. Invoke Dikasts and bring its power down upon himself. Doing so would bring it to Earth, would cause it to manifest its glory upon him, but only in situations where great injustice was being done. Invoking the avatar frivolously would not only result in its not appearing, but in earning its displeasure. James didnt know what that meant, exactly, but he recoiled at the very idea.

Nor was the general apocalypse sufficient cause; he had to be faced with a particularly unique example of injustice to warrant invoking Dikasts. As to what would happen when the avatar manifested? James couldnt quite tell. He felt the equivalent of a choir singing, saw vision of golden light pouring down in radiant shafts.

It would be a true blessing.

Fuck me, he whispered. Jelly, you ever hear of a Dikasts?

Yes! The Animas shout was exultant! The name, I know it, knew it the moment you spoke it, though the second before it was lost to me. Dikasts, the avatar of Justice, one of the Quartet Virtues, as morose as he is grim, feared for his scythe and implacable will. Ah! And Jelly let loose a trill of sheer joy. It is as if doors have been flung open in the depths of my mind and understanding and consequent comfort come flooding in! You chose Dikasts? A bold choice, and I cannot say I am surprised. Be wary, James. Summon Dikasts only in times of true need. Of the four Virtues, he is the least tolerant of gratuitous summonings. But when he comes

Wait. What is Dikasts? A Virtue? I feel him, just there, on the edge of my mind. Like I could reach out and touch him, but at the same time, so far away. Farther than fuck, I dont know, the Moon, or the center of our galaxy.

Dikasts resides within your heart, is everywhere and nowhere, omnipresent and yet wholly absent. Think of two sheets of paper.

Uh, all right.

Set them both upon a table, separate but close. Now draw a dot on each. You cannot connect the dots by drawing a line between them. Your pencil scratches a bold line to the side of your sheet and there must stop. The second dot is unreachable in such manner.

Youre saying Dikasts resides in a different dimension?

Not even as you understand it. But in truth the two sheets of paper dont lie apart on a desk, they are stacked together. At any time you can reach Dikasts not by traveling across your own sheet, but by punching through your sheet into his. Wherever you go, there Dikasts is, waiting, resplendent, terrifying, holding the universe to account and prepared to lay down judgement.

James tried to process this. The War Hound was still making rapid progress by leaping from car to car, Jelly maneuvering the great machine adroitly, allowing James to ponder.

I still dont get it. Dikasts is, what? The philosophical embodiment of Justice? An angel? A person on a different plane?

Yes.

Jelly.

You arent yet capable of understanding, James. Your Aeviternum is a mere 4 points.

So if I raise my Aeviternum Ill understand.

Yes, I believe so. The threshold is 10. That is a ways away for you.

Well, fine. Whatever. OK, so, I can now summon the avatar of Justice. Do you know what that does?

It allows you to lay down judgement upon thine enemies, James.

Well all righty. Guess Ill find out soon enough.

James considered the last element of his sheet. 20 unspent points. He could easily dump them into Arete, raising his Aura a staggering 4 levels, but

Aeviternum now cost 20 points.

The result was bedlam. People hammered at doors, climbed walls to smash in windows, climbed light posts and onto the tops of trucks and buses. The sound of wailing and screaming filled the air, combined with sirens and the roars of demons.

Madness.

Choppers scudded overhead, but the sheer press of humanity made it reckless to just open fire on the enemy; still the Apaches and Black Hawks dove down to unleash streams of blistering attacks on opportune targets.

Military forces were also in evidence, but they were grounded, tanks and hummers and Bradleys trapped in traffic and swamped by the crowds, people trying to clamber onto them in the terrified hopes of finding safety. Most of the soldiers had abandoned their vehicles to proceed in squads and platoons, opening fire with Smite-enhanced bullets or working with greater cohesion where possible.

James slowed. Thered be no leaping or charging through these rivers of people. Instead he powered forward slowly, booming his warning through the War Hounds grill: Please get back. Move aside. Coming through. Please move back!

The intersection with Canal Street was a mess, bodies strewn and splattered across the street, people screaming and shoving at each other as four or five Nem3s wreaked havoc. Serenity and the others flew overhead, having already killed six or so Nems, and now training their attacks on the remaining demons.

James paused as the intersection came into view, still standing on the last span of the bridge, and opened fire with his Vault Cannon.

Unlike everyone but Serenity, he could fire into the crowd with impunity. His barrage of Gloria-enhanced bullets scythed through the demons, tearing them apart, and he raised his gun to track the last one as it sought to leap away, catching it mid-flight and shattering its body, shooting off its left arm and cutting it into bloody chunks as it fell.

The crowd fell silent, shocked, and as one turned to stare at him.

James put up the Vault Cannon. Help is here. Stay calm. Blue Lights gonna take care of the demons.

Kimmie raised her megaphone. Youre safe now. Please stay calm and help each other and make way for James to come through.

A ragged cheer rose from hundreds of throats, and several people began to sob in relief, falling to their knees as they did so. James made his way forward, navigating between the cars and toward his crew. The crowd cheered him on, reaching for him, but moved out of his way as he proceeded.

Lets follow Canal Street to the Holland Tunnel, James boomed to the others. Jersey sounds the worst off.

Agreed, said Serenity, lowering her Wing alongside him. I just made Acolyte 1. Chose Fortitude. You must have hit it, too.

Acolyte 2. I chose Justice. Havent tried it out yet. Jelly told me not to fuck around with that power.

I got the same impression.

The others clustered their Wings in close.

I chose Prudence, said Olaf. With my Circle, my power, it felt right.

Justice as well, called Jason, raising a fist.

Temperance, said Kerim. I cannot believe how fast I am leveling with you all.

Prudence, said Kimmie.

Fortitude, said Denzel. I feel like Im gonna need it.

Miriam raked her black hair back, her eyes wide. Im, uh, still just a Novitiate. Level 8, though.

She looked mildly shell-shocked.

Good stuff, said James. Were just getting started though. Ive a feeling well blow through Acolyte before the days done. Ready to head up Canal? The real fights waiting for us on the other shore.

The real fight is in the burning hive, said Olaf. Joanna demands vengeance.

Justice, said James. And dont worry. I aim to bring it. But lets get there first. He lowered the Vault Cannon and began striding forward. Lets get to slaughtering.