Chapter 518: Old "Friendly" Faces and New Unfriendly Ones

Chapter 518: Old "Friendly" Faces and New Unfriendly Ones

For a few heartbeats, Alexs nerves threatened to fray.

Memories of what had happened in Crymlyn Swamp came back to him: the demonic magic ripping through his mind, the war-spear slicing Claygons body, the terrible blows raining down on his friends

He shuddered as anger and uneasiness crept up his spine; expecting Zonon-In to recognize him. Would she attack him? Probably not: the greater demon knew that these performers she had helped arrange for Kaz-Mowang were agents of a rather dangerous archwizard.

But, having her present could complicate thingsdepending on what she didand he was also surprised that she was there so early since hed assumed shed only make an appearance when the gala was well underway, giving him and his team time to get set up, and be ready for their performance.

She was a wild card that he hadnt expected to be played this early.

Alex gripped the hell-boars reins as she approached, flanked by the curious Kaz-Mowang, and that towering greater demon of metal, gears, smoke and steam.

Zonon-In grinned, glancing at the bull-headed demon. What do you think of this interesting little wagon? The performers call themselves the Troupe of the Gargoyle? Isnt that deliciously ironic?

Kaz-Mowang raised an eyebrow. Twin clouds of smoke rose from his nose. Are they related to Garnyxulon? he asked, his voice boiled as though a dozen beings spoke as one.

Of course not, Zonon-In snorted. But the image of our fallen rival would serve well to lighten the heart, wouldnt it?

Agreed. The third demon spoke, its words marked by the spewing of sparks, ash and steam from a multitude of gaps in its metallic body.

Alex bowed his head as he brought the wagon to a halt, watching the greater demon with concern. Her grin was nasty, her eyes a sea of malicebut no trace of recognition took her face.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

There wasnt a single twitch of acknowledgement in her body language: either she was really good at hiding her intentionswhich she likely wasor she hadnt seen through his disguise.

Still, there was no need to tempt fate; it would be best if they were away from these three, and deep into their business as quickly as possible. With a great flourish, he called out to the demons:

Pleased to meet you, mlords and mladies! Alex hopped up, leaping into the air and flipping twice before landing on the stones with hardly a sound. Hardly a sound save for the clinking of bells on his cap, that is. We, the troupe of the Gargoyle, humbly humble ourselves in the abode of the great, mighty, terrible and wonderful Kaz-Mowang!

The Fool of Uldar cartwheeled into a handstand before whistling in the direction of the carriage. To me, my fellows!

One by one, the team members exited the wagon in dramatic fashion.

Ripp shot forward, racing across the stones in a tight figure-eight then whirling and spinning like a childs top before dropping into a bow beside Alex.

There was a flash of light and a popping sound as Guntile struck the ground with a magical stone that instantly ruptured in a display of multicoloured flame and smoke. She leapt through the smoke, skidding forward to take a knee before Kaz-Mowang.

Kyembe came spinning off the wagon, twirling his sword in one hand in a circular cut, while spinning a long, coloured stick in the other. His feet struck the earth, tapping the ground in a frenzied beat as he danced, spun and twirled the sword and stick. He tossed the blade in the air, caught it in a loop on his belt, then planted the stick on the stone, leapt up, landed atop it, and bowed at the waist, keeping perfect balance on a single foot.

Behind him, two lions leapt from the wagon, grappling and clawing each other before separating. The two enraged beasts glared, circling each other from a distance before charging, maws parting and claws extending.

But when they collided, they shattered like glassflowing back into Ezeraks tattoosrevealing the former king and Thundar locked in battle, their teeth clenched. The man pushed the minotaur back, then the minotaur pushed the man back.

In a mutual display of strength, they grabbed each other by the shoulders, throwing one another down, then bowing before the greater demons.

I will not, she said simply. Do what you must.

Very well, then The bull-headed demon grinned down at the Troupe of the Gargoyle. Now that you know the consequences of failure. Let that motivate your performance to its greatest heights.

Yes, potent master. Alex bowed his head. Might we ask for a boon? We wish to know more of your mighty exploitsmight you regale us?

Hmmm, no. The demon snorted. I will have my archivist tell you of my deeds. A servant will show you where you may put your wagon; keep from underfoot until the gala begins. I will send my archivist and Master of Festivities to you so that you may know your place and role. Now go, before one of my other guests decides to begin the festivities earlyusing your blood!

Well, its official, Thundar muttered from inside the wagon, practising his illusions. I hate this place. I hate that demon bastard and Id like to smash his face in until his snout caves in.

The group had pulled the wagon far off to the side of the palace, stopping among a large number of tents, carriages and enormous carts. From within them, sobbing from mortal suffering, moans of pleasure, and other maddening noises could be heard.

In the distance, more of Kaz-Mowangs guests arrived.

It wouldnt be long now.

You and me both, Thundar. I wish Claygon was here so we could break all three of those demons in halfwell, actually more likely theyd rip us apart before we got the chance. Greater demons are no joke. Alex straightened a bell on his costume. Better we get in and get out of here without them knowing that anythings even missing

He winced as a cry came from a nearby carriage. I wish we could free all of these poor souls, though.

Down that path lies death. Ezerak warned in a whisper. The former king practised bending an iron bar. Most of these folk have already had their minds shattered.

And many have found themselves in this horror by way of pact, not capture. Still Kyembe practised twirling his blade. A terrible anger simmered in his voice. ...this place needs to be ashes in a hot wind. I would see to it that the cages are thrown open, andthese vile demonsthrown down.

Oi, oi. Ripp glared at him. Lets not get stupid, alright? Them three demons made my ears wither. Were good, but I doubt that a fight between us and them would end in any other way than with us dead.

Hmmm. The Spirit Killer tapped the side of his skull mask. Of that, I would not be so quick to declare, my friend. Demons and gods think themselves lions among the meek compared to we mortals, but the lion has learned to fear fire, bow and spear. And we have such in abundance.

I would like to see that arrogant iron bastard go boom, Guntile snarled, rattling her stones across her finger joints. ButI dont know about our chances. Ezerak?

Against those three? We might take it. The former kings expression was dark. But not without losses, especially if Celsus and the golem dont get here soon enough to reinforce us. And if the demons servants and guests join the fight? Were dog meat. And anyway, were not being paid to start fights unless we get orders to. Are we starting a fight, commander?

Alex shook his head. If we get a chance, we might free some people on the way outbut I cant risk all of us, especially for people who might be here because they wanted to be cultists. He looked at Thundar. Thoughts?

Yeah, itd be real nice if we could let some of those folks outbut no way we can protect them all the way back to the portal, and last thing I want is to be captured or gutted like a fish because were trying to be heroes. shit, maybe thats an awful thing to say

I think Baelin would approve, Alex said. Maybe well come back and burn this place to the ground when were archwizards.

Thundar smiled. You know just what to say to make a guy feel better.

Troupe of the Gargoyle? A posh-accented voice called out from outside the wagon. I was told by my lord and master that you would need lore on his achievements?

Theres my cue. Alex whispered, moving toward the back of the wagon. All of you, I want you to go out and mingle with the other entertainers, if youre confident in your social skills, that is. We need information. Im going to try and get this archivist talking: if I can manoeuvre the conversation right, I might get a good idea of what were actually looking for. And where we need to go to find it.