Chapter 517: The Walls in the Centre of the Labyrinth

Chapter 517: The Walls in the Centre of the Labyrinth

The ramparts of Jaretha made the outer labyrinths walls look like a childs sand castle.

Forged of gold and white, burning stone, it filled the sky above as the Troupe of the Gargoyle rolled toward the open gates. Calling them city walls seemed to do them a disservice.

The walls around Generasi? Now those were fine city walls, in Alexsadmittedly inexperiencedopinion. They were high. They were strong. They were well polished.

They werent, however, roughly eight hundred feet high, as Jarethas ramparts were, according to what hed read about the hell-domain.

Such wealth and splendour, yet so many fiends take their pleasure in the torment of mortalkind. How many of these immortal fiends leave their walls to hunt us in the material world? Kyembe sat behind, leaning out as Alex gripped the hell-boars reins, guiding them as they pulled the wagon to Jaretha.

The young wizard noted disgust in the Spirit Killers voice.

Its bloody ridiculous when you think about it, isnt it? he muttered in agreement.

Enjoying their cosmic joke is the way of demons and gods. And we are the subject of their amusement.

Heh. You remind me of someone, Alex smiled.

Floorboards groaned behind them as painted hooves shifted position; Thundar poked his head out of the wagon over Alexs other shoulder, whistling at the gathered crowd before the city.

He leaned around the side of the wagon, looking back.

A mere hundred feet of stone separated Jarethas rampart from the surrounding maze, like a moat standing between a mortal castle and the encroaching wilderness. The labyrinth stretched around the city as far as the eye could see, its burning walls parted by hundreds of pathways leading from its depths.

From each passageway came dozens of demonic travellers, all making for the citys walls, turning the length of stone into a writhing thoroughfare of fiendish bodies.

It was both horridyet beautiful, in its own strange way.

Alex could only wonder how mortalsand there were mortal wizards who had left the material world to dwell in this citycould stay here without going mad.

You, uh, marked where we came out, right? Thundar whispered as Kyembe ducked back into the wagon. If we have to leave in a hurry, itd be real easy to run into the wrong path.

Alex subtly tapped his right shoulder. Ive got it memorised, he said, guiding the wagon through the crowded road to the colossal city gates. Trust me, theres no way were leaving here without knowing where were going.

Thank the ancestors. Thundar looked ahead to the citys gates which appeared white from a distance, and of an irregular texture, only becoming clear what the surface actually was as they came closer.

They were not painted white, in fact.

Nor were they carved of white stone.

Rather, the bones of untold numbers had been pressed into their steely surface, laminating them in a skeletal sheath, serving as a grisly warning to any who would think to enter the city by force.

Or break one of itslaws when within its walls.

I dont want to be decorating those gates when this is all over, the minotaur muttered.

Dont worry about it, Alex said. Wed probably be decorating some hall in Kaz-Mowangs palace instead.

Thundar glared at him. Listen, if were gonna die, Im making sure they get you first.

The troupe passed through Jarethas gates, two beams of red light falling on them like the suns rays breaking through cloud cover. But, the light came from far more sinister sources.

Flanking the gates inside the city stood two demonic titans. Each half as tall as the walls at their backs, horned, hooved, and cyclopean; a single eye watched from the centre of their foreheads, burning like red stars, casting scarlet beams wherever their gaze fell. Scaly hands gripped spiked clubs large enough to smash a rampart while their ankles were encircled by rings of spiked steel.

A part of his mind wandered, thinking of the small group who werelikely at this momentbeginning to infiltrate the halls of Kaz-Mowang. Another part of his mind consulted his internal timekeeper, counting down the amount of time he had left before he could begin his distraction operation.

The gibbering struck them first.

A babbling of voices drifted toward their wagon on the hot wind, punctuated by the manic rattling of iron bars. There was giddy laughter, mixed with deep, heart-breaking sobs.

That doesnt sound good, Guntile whispered from inside the wagon.

The troupe had passed through the city, and were now slowly and cautiously travelling the passageways of Kaz-Mowangs personal maze. Things had been unnaturally quiet; the greater demons guards had not troubled them at all, simply looking at the gargoyle atop their wagon then glancing away as though they were beneath even a second look.

From there, they had moved deeper into the confines of Kaz-Mowangs maze while the sounds of the city faded behind them. Only the crackle of the fiery sky, the creak of their wagon, and their own whispered words broke the unnerving silence.

Yet, manic energy filled the air, like a breath held before a scream.

And now the scream had come.

A shriek of ecstasy and agony joined the gibbering and sobbing ahead, sending a chill deep into Alexs soul.

Im not sure I wanna know what that is, Thundar murmured. Im getting sick just hearing it.

Steady, Ezerak whispered as their wagon emerged from Kaz-Mowangs personal maze. Steady.

Yeah, Alex said as they rolled through the passage, emerging from the maze and into the greater demons well tended grounds. In a way, our performance begins right now.

Aye, Ripp muttered. I for one want to know where that rackets coming from.

Your wish is answered. The Spirit Killer leaned over the others, his hand gripping the edge of the wagon. Look there, beyond the fountain. You will see what passes for music in these realms.

Alex followed Kyembes pointing fingerthen immediately wished he hadnt.

Ahead, a towering fountain rose, forged in the image of Kaz-Mowang, standing triumphant on a hill of corpses. The tines of his trident sprayed red liquid through the air, their streams arcing down, splashing into the waiting mouths of stone gargoyles.

And behind the fountain, the source of the sounds.

A dozen cageslike those for songbirds, but several orders of magnitude largersat in a row beside a line of crimson hedges. Inside each cage, a mortal huddled: trapped, filthy and utterly broken.

Glassy eyes stared into nothingness as they wept, giggled or sobbed to themselves. Some laughed hysterically while smashing their foreheads against the iron bars. Others chewed bleeding fingers.

Each wasting muscle was tensed from the effects of the mania-field, and ashen skin was criss-crossed in a grid of scars and open wounds.

A pack of demons stood aroundclaws clutching fancy glasses of what looked like winedrinking, chatting, and sharing laughter. The scene was the exact image youd expect to see of a group of aristocrats enjoying the orchestra at one of Patrizia dePaolos balls.

But, the sight of those poor, broken souls wasnt what drew Alexs eye the most. Among the demons near the cages were two recognisable figures standing with a third,and the trio towered above the others.

The first was a demon of metal and gears, looking like an infernal machine given unnatural life. Its head was far too small for its body, while its belly was rounded like a great iron cauldron. Gears whirled in its joints as steam poured from its eye sockets and mouth.

Kaz-Mowang was the second: tall, hulking and, with a manic malice emanating from him in waves. His body was a tower of power, his horns could have impaled the hell-boars with a single sweep. He was without the trident he customarily carried, instead, he held a fine goblet of wine as he conversed with the demons, one who Alex recognised all-too-well.

Not too far from the wagon, stood the towering, powerfully built form of Zonon-In, with menace in her eyes and her crabs claws snipping at the air in time to the screams.

As the wagon rolled along, she spied them, a toothy grin taking her maw as she announced:

At last, more entertainment has arrived! Let us hope they can keep their minds, though if they dont, thats always fun too. In its own way...