Infernal Angel Part 31

Something snagged Walter's thoughts. "Wait. Did you just slip up?"

A pause.

"No, Walter, what are you talking about? I was being ... conjectural."

"Yeah. And I'll bet you were being abstruse too, huh?" Walter allowed himself the smile. "I think you just slipped up."

"Shut up, Walter. Just shut up and walk."

Walter walked. He was dehydrated and hungry, but when they pa.s.sed another Man-Burger vendor, he declined the offerings. Every so often, a far-off scream could be heard; above them, a demonic worker would lose his footing on the giant pipes and fall. The scarlet sky s.h.i.+fted, like a mirage. Fanged rodents with wings sat perched on power lines, as crows would in the Living World.

Walter didn't know where he was going as he trudged further through steam and murk and awful odors. But for the first time since he'd arrived in the Mephistopolis, he felt content.

He'd never really felt content before.

A mile distant, something tinted the sky. At first he thought of swamp gas, an eerily glowing fog, but soon he saw that this was different. A diffuse silver light hovering in the sky in something akin to a pyramid shape.

He thought about what No-name had said, about the nature of destiny.

"That light. Is that where we're going?"

No-name didn't answer.

"That's where we're going," Walter said.

(II).

They hid, high in the air, within a reef of clouds the color of bile. Ca.s.sie's fear of heights was quickly being dealt with by default. A mile in the sky, what choice did she have but to get over it? She thought of the Nectoport as a flying carpet of sorts, or, better, a flying cave. She was starting to get used to this mode of transportation, she was even beginning to enjoy it.

What she knew she wouldn't enjoy, though, was their next endeavor.

"Look, your mother wasn't lying." Angelese lowered her Ophitte Viewer and pointed out the Egress, toward the Panzuzu District. Ca.s.sie could see the Atrocidome unaided. The huge Killing Plate that hovered over the dome suddenly dropped.

"Jesus," Ca.s.sie muttered.

"They're doing Spatial Merges constantly now, destroying every known Deadpa.s.s."

"So I can't get out of h.e.l.l."

"Um-hmm."

Ca.s.sie stepped back from the Egress. "And now we're going to the Mephis...o...b..ilding? I still think you're out of your mind," she said.

"Of course I'm out of my mind," Angelese replied too easily. She was on her knees, peering down over the rim of the Port with the Ophitte Viewer. "I'm a Caliginaut, we're not a stable bunch."

"You don't know how secure that makes me feel." b.u.t.terflies fluttered in her belly when she looked down again. Through a break in the soiled clouds she could see the top of the Mephis...o...b..ilding. Gargoyles lurked about its ledges, while horned sentries prowled the roof. The building's iron antenna mast swayed, draped by living bodies dangling on gibbets.

She wants to go inside, Ca.s.sie realized. She IS crazy. Getting in was impossible, everyone knew that. She squinted, barely able to see the intestine-like coils that snaked around the building's first level. The Flesh Warrens, she remembered. It was the Mephis...o...b..ilding's security barrier. The only way in was through the Warrens, but if anyone entered, and immune-response was triggered, the Warren's antibodies would attack at once. "It's impossible so I don't know why you're even thinking about it. The Flesh Warrens are impenetrable."

"Not if you have the vaccine," the angel informed. "How do you think the other Fallen Angels and other authorized personnel get in?"

"A serum?" Ca.s.sie questioned.

"Sure, it's like an inoculation. It's very short-term, but if you've been injected with the vaccine, the Flesh Warren's immune system won't attack you."

This was an explosive revelation. "And you've got the vaccine!" Ca.s.sie nearly rejoiced.

"Well, no."

So much for explosive revelations. Ca.s.sie smirked at the outrageous let-down. "Then what are we doing here? We're wasting our time."

"You're wrong about that."

"Angelese! Read my lips. We CAN'T get in!"

The angel focused the strange binoculars. "At least not physically."

"And we can't Trance-Channel, either. The walls are all hexed, they're protected by every spell in the abyss."

"That's true, and you're right. We can't get in, but there's a way we can use somebody who's had access." The angel leaned back into the Nectoport and looked at the Ophitte Viewer and its living demonic eyes for lenses. Every time the eyes blinked, Ca.s.sie was unnerved.

"It's kind of a coincidence," Angelese said, looking at the viewer.

"What?"

"Eyes," the angel said.

"Eyes?"

"Seeing."

Ca.s.sie opened and closed her fists in sheer frustration. "Eyes? Seeing? As usual, I don't know what you're friggin' talking about."

She handed the viewer to Ca.s.sie. "See the guy hanging from the highest crossbeam of the antenna?"

Still unnerved, Ca.s.sie looked in the viewer, aimed down. A naked figure hung by the neck from the top of the mast. Naked, shuddering, wrists cuffed behind his back. Gross, Ca.s.sie thought. The figure's skin was blue-white, with dark-red veins showing through. He was bald, hornless, his face pinched in torment. "What kind of demon is that?"

"It's a Kathari-grade Diviner, the highest cla.s.s of satanic visionary. Lucifer is very big on Diviners, and that one there has had access to Lucifer's Scarlet Hall."

"Why's he hanging by the neck? Is he being punished?"

"No, he hangs himself there willingly, as part of his Loyalty Gesticulation. Like monks who flagellate themselves as a gesture to G.o.d. That one down there hangs there whenever Lucifer isn't using him. Notice anything f.u.c.ked up about his face?"

Ca.s.sie winced at the angelic expletive. She focused the viewer a few more notches. The Diviner's face was hideous as the rest of his body, the veins showing through livid skin. But then she saw what Angelese meant. Oh, jeez ...

The Diviner only had one eye, large as a peach and centered in the middle of his face. It was squeezed shut now against the excruciation of being hanged.

Ca.s.sie's hair jumped up as the Nectoport suddenly lowered at an extreme velocity. It reminded her of a roller coaster dropping from its highest inclination.

Ca.s.sie didn't like roller coasters.

"What are we doing?"

"You'll see," Angelese answered. "Pun intended."

"What? You're going to go talk to that thing on the antenna?"

"We're not really going to talk to him ..."

In a matter of seconds, the Nectoport had stopped and was hovering right in front of the hideous, naked Diviner.

"Hey!" Angelese shouted out. "Handsome!"

The single eye opened and looked at them. Black teeth showed through the gnash of agony; Ca.s.sie could see the noose digging into the thing's neck as it shuddered.

"Satan, save me," it croaked. "A Caliginaut." Then the huge eye shot to Ca.s.sie. "The ... Etheress ... Do what you will. I live to honor and serve the Son of the Morning." Then it squeezed the revolting eye shut again, in expectation.

"Don't worry," Angelese told him. "We're not going to kill you. Ca.s.sie, make him open his eye."

Ca.s.sie didn't get it but by now she'd learned the futility of asking too many questions. "Eye open," she uttered.

The eye snapped open again like a shutter. It was clear the Diviner was trying to keep it closed but was helpless to do so. Meanwhile, Angelese brandished what appeared to be a fork.

Ca.s.sie looked agape. "What's that?"

"A fork," the angel answered. "What's it look like?"

And that's what it was. Just a regular, everyday dinner fork. "What are you doing!" Ca.s.sie shrieked a second later.

The Diviner twitched vigorously on the end of the rope as Angelese calmly leaned forward and stuck the fork's tines into the ma.s.sive eye. She turned it around a few times and eventually unseated the eye from its socket. All the while, the Diviner howled. "See ya!" Angelese said, and then took the Nectoport back up to the clouds.

"What did you do that for?" Ca.s.sie asked, aghast.

"We need it."

"His eyeball?"

"Yes. You'll see-er, sorry. Another pun."

When they were back hovering amid the soiled clouds, Angelese looked at Ca.s.sie forlornly. "Sorry, but your mental powers are greater than mine. So you're gonna have to be the one."

Ca.s.sie was horrified looking at the glistening eyeball on the end of the fork. An optic nerve hung off it like a tail. "Be the one what?"

Now Angelese smiled, quite wickedly. "The one who eats it."

"Oh, sure! That'll be happening!"

"Ca.s.sie, you have to. If someone with Etheric propensities consumes the eye of a visionary, she will see everything he has seen. We have to find out what's going on in that building. If we don't, we lose and Lucifer wins." She offered her the fork. "This is the only way."

"I'M NOT EATING A DEMON'S EYEBALL!"

The angel's voice was calm but stern. "You have to. Everything depends on it. If you don't, then everything we've been through is a waste."

"YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT EATING AN EYEBALL!"

Angelese smirked. "It's not that big a deal."

"THEN YOU EAT IT!"

"The effect will be better if you do it. You're an Etheress. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we'll be able to focus on finding your sister."

More blackmail. Ca.s.sie thought she could throw up just looking at the veiny eyeball.

"Do you have any idea what kind of pain I subjected myself to when I told you those secrets?" Angelese asked next. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be sliced up by an Umbra-Specter?"

Now guilt shrouded Ca.s.sie's rage and disgust. Maybe she was being selfish. And there was Lissa to consider. "But, but-" she began.

"Ca.s.sie, just shut up and eat the d.a.m.n eye."

Ca.s.sie took the fork. Oh, man. What am I doing? So this was her Ethereal duty? Good G.o.d... All right. Just pretend it's something else, she told herself. Yeah, yeah, a big candy apple on a stick.

She took a bite.

It did not taste like a candy apple on a stick.

When her teeth broke the leather-tough sclerotic wall, the eyeball's vitreous humors filed her mouth like warm Spam jelly. With the wall so tough, she reasoned it best to suck all the humor out and then swallow the rest of the sclera whole, and this she did with an impressive resolve. Worse than all of that, though, was the optic nerve, which she sucked down like a noodle.

And collapsed, overwhelmed by nausea.

"Good girl!" Angelese celebrated. "What a trooper."

Ca.s.sie began to crawl for the opening of the Nectoport. "I think I'm going to ..."

"Don't throw up! If you throw up, we'll have to find another eye!"

Not a chance. One demon eyeball a day is my limit. The very notion of having to do this again was motivation enough not to vomit.

"Just sit back, close your eyes," the angel instructed. "It'll start in a minute."

It didn't start in a minute, it started in a second. Suddenly the darkness behind Ca.s.sie's closed eyes began to glow in a tint of slate-blue, and then she saw visions like a steadicam on a movie set soaring down strange empty hallways. It was that vast emptiness that astounded her-a reflection, perhaps, of the owner's heart. She almost shrieked, then, when a figure breezed by, like a drifting chess piece. Within the figure's white hood there was just skin, no face.

"What?" Angelese's voice floated to her. "What are you seeing?"

"Empty halls. Some ... thing in a white robe, drifting. No face."

"It's a Levitator. It means you're on the right floor-the penthouse. Look for a big red room with a high ceiling. The Scarlet Hall."

Several more Levitators slid by, plus a Grand Duke and several well-armored Conscripts. Perhaps Ca.s.sie's own thoughts were guiding her, for a moment later, the vision careened her into a room just like the one Angelese had described. High red walls, a floor of agate tile. The great room sparkled, and near an open veranda, she saw a throne of dark crystal. The throne was empty.