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“Is that it?” I cry, hardly daring to believe it could be this simple. “Have we killed Death?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Beranabus snorts. “Death can’t die.”
“But conscious Death… the Shadow… have we destroyed it?” I yell.
“No,” Beranabus says sadly, sounding more like his old self. “You’ve delayed matters, that’s all. It will have to find new souls and create another body. That will take weeks, maybe a month or two. Then it will be back, stronger than ever. Having learned from this setback, it will be more vigilant. You won’t pierce its defenses so easily again.”
“Then how will we beat it?” I shriek. “How will we win?”
“You won’t,” Beranabus whispers. Then he’s gone, whipped free of his prison, cheering wildly, to depart the universe of the living once and for all, bound for whatever lies beyond. Bec yells a frantic farewell but I don’t think he hears. He doesn’t care about life now or those who inhabit it. He’s done.
As I stare at the souls flying past, shocked by Beranabus’s parting prophecy, Death’s brittle shell dissolves and I fall through the layers of shadow onto hard, dry land—and drop into the middle of an army of millions of demons.
SWAN SONG
RANKS of monsters surround us, stretching far into the distance. This must be the world from which the Demonata are plotting their invasion of Earth, the base from which they send troops when they open windows to our world. We knew an army was massing but we never dared confront it. Beranabus was a reckless fighter but he wasn’t crazy. He knew we couldn’t hope to face this many demons and walk away alive.
The demons have backed off from the disintegrating mammoth of the Shadow. They’re watching it with alarm, chittering and bellowing, not sure what’s going on. It’s their leader. Death drew them together, promising them control of the universe and eternal life. Now it’s falling to pieces like a punctured zeppelin. They don’t know what to do.
“There!” shrieks an all-too-recognizable voice. Pushing myself to my feet, I spy her near the fore of the demons to my left—Nadia Moore, AKA Juni Swan. She’s by the side of her eight-armed master, Lord Loss. Both are staring at us with a mix of hatred and uncertainty.
I look around slowly, showing no signs of panic in case I incite the Demonata. Grubbs and Bec are nearby. Grubbs has also seen Juni and Lord Loss. He’s taking deep breaths, preparing for battle. Bec is fixing her arm and doesn’t seem to be aware of the trouble we’re in. Dervish is using magic to revive Meera, glancing around anxiously as he fans her back to life. The ten surviving werewolves have gathered in a circle behind Grubbs, growling softly as they eyeball the demons. And a little further over, hopping around, unaware that we’ve escaped the stomach of the Shadow, is Kirilli Kovacs.
“Grubbs,” I hiss. “Any ideas?”
“Can you open a window?” he mutters, cracking his knuckles.
“I’ve already started,” I whisper, nudging patches of light into place with deft flicks of my fingers, not wanting to alert our enemies to the fact that I’m at work. “It’ll take a few minutes. Can you cover me?”
“I’ll give it a good shot,” he growls, then bellows at Lord Loss. “Where’s your mighty leader now? Death offered you the universe and immortality. Hah!”
Bec finishes setting her arm and calmly walks over to Grubbs. She stands behind him, back to back. Dervish and a woozy Meera shuffle up beside them. When Kirilli hears Grubbs, he stops dancing and stares around. The werewolves haven’t moved, awaiting Grubbs’s command.
“Very commendable, Grubitsch,” Lord Loss says. His voice silences the mutterings and snarls of the other demons. He drifts to the front of the army, Juni by his side. When he’s in the open, he looks at each of us in turn and smiles. “But Death cannot be destroyed. You have merely inconvenienced it. A valiant victory, but you have only won a battle, not the war. You know that. We all know that.” He addresses the last cry to the army of demons, raising his voice, and they roar back encouragingly.
“This feels like a reunion,” Lord Loss says, smiling sadly, the snakes writhing in the hole where his heart should be, blood oozing from the many cracks in his pale red flesh. “So many familiar faces. Grubitsch, Dervish, Cornelius, even little Bec, back from the dead and as tenacious as ever.”
“Master,” Juni murmurs, nodding sharply at me.
“I am aware of Cornelius’s efforts,” Lord Loss chuckles. “Don’t worry, sweet Swan, he will not have time to open a window. I let him get this far in order to fan the flames of hope in their hearts. Now that those flames are flickering nicely”— his red eyes flash dangerously—“it is time to quench them.” He shouts at the millions of demons, “Attack!”
With a volley of deafening screams and howls, the army surges forward and smashes to the ground around us, a living wave of chaos, barbarism, and death.
We’d perish in seconds without the power of the Kah-Gash. But as soon as Lord Loss roars, Grubbs grabs Bec, leaps to my side, and wraps an arm around me. Unifying our magic, he draws from the power in the air and erects a hasty but sturdy barrier around us. Instead of driving us to the floor and ripping us to shreds, the demons deflect off the shield.
I work on the window as the demons lash and claw at the barrier. It covers all of us except Kirilli, who was too far away and has been cut off, swamped by the army of demonic warriors. It’s a powerful shield, impervious to physical assault. If the demons continue to hurl themselves at it, they won’t inflict any damage and we’ll be out of here in another couple of—
“Stand aside!” Lord Loss yells, blasting his way through a pack of gibbering beasts. He studies the barrier and sneers, then howls a phrase of magic. Energy crackles in all eight of his hands. He lets it build, then directs it at the barrier, a stream of sizzling, purple power. Lord Loss is a demon master, far superior to any human in the ways of magic. Nothing should be able to stand against him. But we’re the Kah-Gash and I sense within seconds that we’re stronger than our foe. I laugh confidently. We’re going to walk out of this without even a scratch. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when…
Juni lays a hand on Lord Loss’s lumpy flesh. She’s changed a lot since I last saw her and has become a mutated, flesh-dripping, impossibly ugly beast. Her eyes flare with shocking madness and naked hate. I remember when, as Nadia Moore, she saved my life. She’d committed herself to Lord Loss by that stage, but there was still room in her heart for human feelings.
Not anymore. She’s become that which she once fought, every bit as heartless as a true child of the Demonata. She screeches vilely and unleashes a burst of magic at the barrier. At her cry, demons huddle around the pair and link with them, adding their energy to hers and Lord Loss’s, focusing their combined forces on the shield.
“Grubbs!” Bec pants, feeling the barrier give. “We need more power.”
“I can’t,” he gasps, sweating as we all are, buckling under the strain. “This is as far… as I dare unleash it. If I give it more freed
om… I won’t be able to control it. Anything could… happen.”
