Chapter 132: Pyrrhic II

Chapter 132: Pyrrhic II

The man ate in silence, unheeding of the impatient twitching of Lokeriass tail.In extending an invitation for the stranger to share their fire, the Writ of Arkus was clear. It would be improper to impose on him in any way. Lokerias tried instead to focus on his meal. Though stringy, the wyvern meat was delicious, and he devoured it quickly, nearly forgetting to breathe.

Finally, the man leaned back and seemed to relax. When he spoke, there was an easy-going friendliness in his voice thatd been absent before. As much fun as it would be to draw this out for my own entertainment, Neki is visibly dying over there, and youre better at hiding it, but not by much. We might as well get started.

Ive heard Cairn spoke to the goddess. And she actually answered him. Is that true? Neki exploded, barely able to sit still.

I heard that he had a magical sword that ignited with demon-fire.

The man held up a hand. What Im about to tell you stays between the three of us. He studied Lokerias, and the boy felt the same heavy weight fall over him. And its not that I distrust you, but Ill need assurances.

I swear the Oath of Shavine that your words will never be repeated. Unless Loki and I discuss them in private. Neki said, fist pressed to her heart, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

Lokerias stared at his companion in shock. Shavine was the god of vengeance. Breaking such an oath carried dire consequences, loss of magic among the least extreme. His expression hardened in determination, and he repeated the oath.

The mans head swiveled as he looked between the two of them. That is far too heavy an oath to be made so recklessly.

Neki shrugged. As long as we dont break it, well be fine.

There was a sudden shift in atmosphere as the man focused entirely on Neki. Its that thinking exactly that will get you into trouble. Most people dont set out to break oaths or promises. Theyre easy to make at the moment. Its often only long after, when its too late, that you realize exactly how difficult they are to keep.

Wise words, Lokerias interjected, cringing as the mans dark hood turned to face him. But I think you might be mistaking interest for haste. Weve been talking about the prince for years. Us and the rest of the enclave. Whispers of a legend that passed us by a hairs breadth.

The stranger cocked his head. So, its worth it, then?

Nothings worth losing my magic for, Neki said, But silence is a small price to pay. To learn even a piece of what really happened.

I see. The stranger said. He wrapped his cloak around himself. To answer your questions, Cairn didnt have a magic sword. Just one made with a special metal that ignited on contact with demon flame. And he did have a conversation with Infaris, if thats the goddess youre referring to.

What did she say? Neki leaned so far forward she almost fell over.

She told him to get his shit together. The stranger shook his head in amusement at Nekis disappointed expression, a face Lokerias had grown begrudgingly accustomed to. Thats what he told me, anyway. Theres more to it, of course, but Im guessing that conversation was meant for him, and him alone.

Thats understandable, I suppose. Neki pouted.

What made him different? Lokerias asked, finally voicing the question that had plagued him since he first learned of the prince.

How do you mean? The stranger asked.

Lokerias looked at his hands. For as long as I can rememberhells, as long as Ive been alive, if you saw a human out on the road, you ran. Theyve always looked down on us. Expanded their territories while our borders shrink, the threat of King Gil deciding to eradicate us once and for all a constant threat. Theres still some of that, but its different now. Councillor Ralakos has been sending ambassadors to human cities. Weve even started to trade with them. I just dont understand how one person managed to upend the perception that humans are Remembering who he might be talking to, Lokerias cut himself off.

Evil? The stranger asked wryly. Well. Theres evil in all of us. Human or otherwise, that much is certain. But I understand what you mean. There was a time that Cairn thought similarly about the infernals.

What? Neki squawked.

Think about it. The strangers voice gained a sad, faraway quality. Humans and Infernals have a history of strife. Humans and most of the other races, really. Its a natural pitfall, barbarizing your enemy. As the first prince of Uskar, Cairn was no exception.

What changed? Lokerias asked.

He woke up. In the back of a carriage, traveling home through the Everwood. The strangers voice was almost nostalgic. It started with a vision.

A vision? Lokerias confirmed, dubiously. Not for the first time, he felt as if the man was leaving something out. From what deity?

Not a damn clue. But it was grim. It took place on the eve of his coronation, ten years in the future. He watched as a coalition of non-humansevery race you could think ofinvaded and sundered his home, united under one banner.

Neki snorted, then quickly covered her mouth. Sorry.

No, The man waved away her apology. I agree. It sounds farfetched. Historically, any cooperation between the non-human races has been nearly as short-lived as alliances with humans.

It sounds like nothing more than a child having a nightmare, Lokerias said, somewhat disappointed.

Perhaps, the man said, And Cairn might have thought the same. If the woman who united the non-humans and killed him in his vision, hadnt ambushed his retinue nearly a decade ahead of schedule.

Neki gasped. The Adversary.

Who?

As a final desperate effort, Cairn sailed through the underground channels of the Twilight Chambers, accompanied by Nethtari, to beseech the asmodials to stay their hand, tempting them with a one-of-a-kind magical artifact capable of creating hard illusions.

It was only then that the true depths of Ephiras depravity were revealed. The councillor had committed the ultimate tabootrading her very soul to the demons themselves.

Lokeriass jaw dropped at the horror of it. A defaulted soul had to be remanded freely. Once the soul left the individuals body, it could never be reincarnated. It would remain within the hells for all eternity, conscripted as a champion into the demonic legions never-ending battle for supremacy in the underworld.

It was effectively damning yourself to an eternity of bloodshed and fighting that would never end.

Cairn negotiated with the Arch-Demon Ozra, showing him visions of the great battle that would come to pass. Of the Adversary, and her advanced mastery over magic, promising a reaping of souls that would dwarf the sundering of the enclave if the arch-demon staid his hand.

But of course, there was no guarantee the asmodials could claim the adversarys soul. Perhaps they could trick her, somehow, or force a pact she could not reasonably decline. However, a soul from a mage they already owned was more valuable in their eyes than any potential soul, even if the latter was far more powerful.

There was only one card left to play.

With her extensive knowledge of the demonic language and contracts, Nethtari was able to demonstrate to the asmodials that Ephira had intentionally deceived them, creating the opportunity for them to declare Ephiras contract null and void.

And it was Cairnthe son of an ancient bloodlinewho sacrificed everything to drive the chisel home. He offered the demons a trade they could not ignore. A soul of royal blood. His soul, freely given.

It doesnt make any sense, Neki blurted, then immediately slapped a hand over her mouth.

The stranger tilted his head. Why?

Because no one is that selfless.

The infernals magic is powerful. From a pragmatic standpoint, Cairn probably realized hed need them for even a chance of standing against the adversary. The strangers cowl tilted down as he studied the floor. But, youre right. Im uncertain whether he could have made that call, if that was all there was to it.

Theres more. Lokerias realized.

Life in the palace isnt so gilded as you might believe. The stranger said grimly. Cairn lost his mother to illness at a young age. After her passing, his father grew darker. Angrier. King Gil was brutal in punishing any perceived slight or failure. Siblings were to be viewed as rivals and potential threats to the throne, fostering hostile competition. Family was just a word that denoted bloodline relation. Nothing more. But Mayas family was different. They housed him, fed him, and treated him as one of their own. Jorra was like the brother he never had. Maya, his closest friend and companion. Kilvius treated Cairn like his own son. Nethtari walked with him through the darkest moments imaginable, and never once wavered. It was the closest thing to a family he ever had.

A grim silence fell over the ramshackle campsite, as the two infernals absorbed the gravity of what theyd been told. They were so entrenched in thought, it took a moment for them to react as the stranger stood to leave.

Wait! Neki stood to follow him. You havent told us what happened in the sanctum.

You know the rest. Whats there to tell? The stranger asked, sounding more fatigued than before. Cairn entered the Sanctum along with his closest companions. The adversary sprung a trap, sealing the Sanctum off from the enclave with powerful magic. He chased her to the sepulcher to discover her true purpose. It came to light that Thoth had allied with another demonic legionthe Decarabiaand after Cairn nearly caught her by surprise, she decided to finally stop toying with her food. Cairn fell back to the heart of the sanctum, where Thoth and her host of demons forced a conflict. The prince was faced with the decision to either draw countless innocent children into a bloodbath, or fight the adversary in single combat. He chose the latter. He died. End of story.

Before they could protest further, the stranger disappeared into the dense tree-line.

***

For someone so sufficiently motivated to remain anonymous, you arent very good at it.

Thank you, Vogrin, for the never-ending sardonic commentary, I said. Then I called a burst of wind, leaping straight upward and landing in the crook of a tall tree. It wasnt flying, exactly, but the combination of my inscriptions and my vastly improved air magic allowed me to scale vertical distances with much greater ease.

From my perch, I watched the two young infernals from earlier. They both had potential. It was the only reason Id given them the wyverns remains as a boon. Staying in the Sanctum for so long had made me far more sensitive to both my magic, and the magic of others. Whether theyd reach their potential by the time it counted was anyones guess.

My leg stung. I pulled up my pant-leg and used demon fire to sear it shut, a slow hiss escaping from my lips. Then I leaned back against the tree. The two infernals below cheered, one of them finally managing to detach a single talon.

Was it corrupted? I asked in a low voice.

Uncertain. If corruption was present, it had only just taken root. More likely, it was aggravated by the degradation of the leyline. Vogrin reappeared across from me, his severe features still covered by a blindfold.

Its getting worse. And somehow I doubt our favorite arch-mage will be coming by for maintenance again. I grimaced.

If she does, you have much bigger problems than a wyvern with a taste for demon-fire.

True enough. I settled myself, preparing to drop back down.

Why did you harvest the Wyverns heart? Vogrin asked. Its unlike you.

I mused over the question. It was endlessly entertaining to keep Vogrin in the dark. And on some level, it was likely payback for how badly he and Ozra had botched dealing with Thoth. But that was petty. Typically, he was my only company. It was better to cull that habit now. After all, I couldnt hide in the Sanctum forever. And Id need his full cooperation when I made my return.

Picked it up for an old friend.

A gift? Vogrin asked.

More like an offering.