Earth to Hell. Kylie Chan

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       CHAPTER 7

      General Qin announced us again. ‘Bodhisattva Kwan Yin. Lord Bai Hu of the West. Princess Simone. Lady Emma Donahoe.’

      Why does he keep doing us in the wrong order? Simone said. You have precedence over Uncle Bai.

      I raised my hand to hush her and we walked down the carpet again. Even more Celestials had turned up. The hall was nearly full.

      We did the obeisance thing at the base of the dais, and this time the Emperor quickly told us to rise.

      We stood and waited.

      Er Lang raised a scroll and read from it, sounding unhappy. This time he was in human form, appearing as a normal, good-looking young Chinese warrior. His third eye was closed and undetectable. ‘Lady Emma Donahoe, step forward.’

      I moved to the base of the steps that led up to the throne.

      The Jade Emperor rose from the throne and raised one hand. ‘Approach, Lady Emma.’

      I bowed slightly, then climbed the stairs to the top. A young woman in a floating pink robe appeared behind the Emperor holding a black and silver cloisonné casket. The casket was about thirty centimetres long.

      At the top of the stairs I fell to one knee and saluted again.

      You are very good at this, the Emperor said.

      I winked at him on the way back up.

      He gestured for me to stand beside him and face the hall, and I did. The raised faces of hundreds of Celestials shone below me. Simone watched from the bottom of the dais, her own expression full of pride.

      ‘Lady Emma Donahoe is the Chosen of the Supreme Lord of the Dark Northern Heavens,’ the Emperor said loudly.

      Everybody in the hall went completely still and silent. The Emperor’s voice echoed through the vast space.

      ‘The Dark Lord appointed Lady Emma to be Regent. She has been kept on probation; her performance has been monitored.’

      He nodded and the young woman approached with the casket. He opened the lid to reveal a black jade ruyi — a thirty-centimetre long ornamental sceptre shaped like an archer’s bow, with a cloud design on one end and a set of pa kua symbols on the other. Twining snakes adorned the centre of the rod. Its flattened body had a central knob on the underside to hold it when it sat on the desk. ‘Ruyi’ meant ‘as one wills’. It was a symbolic representation of the holder’s will and a fung shui method of gaining positive outcomes to decisions. Most of the Celestials in the hall held them as indicators of rank.

      The Jade Emperor carefully lifted the ruyi out of the box and turned to me. He spoke loudly and firmly as he held the sceptre out. ‘This ruyi represents the Dark Lord’s dominion. Lady Emma is no longer on probation; we confirm her rank and station as Regent of the Dark Northern Heavens, Ruler of the Celestial Mountain of Wudang, and Acting First Heavenly General.’

      I froze. First Heavenly General? I didn’t have time for that! Simone had exams coming up, and the students needed to be organised after the end-of-year holiday trips home. And it was tax time soon.

      Only in name, don’t panic, Emma, the Emperor said. Er Lang can handle it.

      I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, took the sceptre with both hands and bowed.

      Turn to face them holding the ruyi, he said, then switched to out loud. ‘We confirm Lady Emma Donahoe as Regent of the Dark Northern Heavens. Obey her as you obey the Dark Lord.’

      Everybody in the hall, even Simone, silently fell to one knee and saluted me; except for Kwan Yin who just nodded.

      I turned to the Jade Emperor, knelt on one knee and saluted him as First Heavenly General with the ruyi resting in the crook of my left elbow. I sneaked a look at Er Lang; he was glowering at me. Uh-oh.

      ‘Dismissed,’ the Emperor said.

      I saluted him again, rose, and walked down the stairs to stand next to Simone.

      Simone was called up next, and another box was pulled out.

      ‘Princess Simone is given Celestial Endorsement,’ the Emperor said. He pulled a jade tablet out of the box and presented it to her. ‘She may call upon the Celestial any time.’

      Simone bowed and returned to stand next to me. The Jade Emperor returned to his throne.

      Er Lang read from the scroll. ‘Princess Simone is ordered to take Celestial Form.’

      ‘Move back, Emma,’ Simone said softly. ‘This is going to be big.’

      She was right. It was huge. Her robes didn’t appear as fabric at all; they were holes in reality, with stars sparkling inside them. She wore the universe as clothing. Her immensely long black hair didn’t make it to the floor; it floated in a Celestial breeze. Clouds of yin moved in and out of the strands of her hair, filling the air with sleet that hissed as it hit the floor around her. Her enormous black eyes shone in her expressionless forbidding face. She summoned Seven Stars and held the bare dark blade in front of her. The sword had seven indentations, each centring on a hole that went right through the blade.

      A commotion erupted to our left among the Celestials. A young man in human form wearing blue and silver armour stormed out of the crowd onto the carpet and planted himself next to me facing the Jade Emperor. I recognised him: the Dragon Prince that Simone had mentioned. He was one of Qing Long’s sons, about number five or six.

      ‘I demand the right to challenge for Princess Simone’s hand,’ the dragon said. ‘As her father is not sentient and present, you are able to grant her hand.’

      The Jade Emperor rose to speak but Simone spoke first.

      Her voice echoed, as icy as any her father used, sending a chill up my spine.

      ‘I will give you my hand, on three conditions.’

      ‘Name them, Princess,’ the dragon said defiantly.

      ‘One,’ Simone said, ‘You must defeat the Lady Emma in armed combat. Not to the death, as she is not Immortal.’

      Quick, Emma, she said into my head. Pull out the Murasame and do something really impressive.

      I tossed the ruyi to the Tiger, who held it floating above the floor. I whipped the Murasame out of its scabbard — I’d perfected a technique that made the yin blade hiss as it came out. I held the blade in front of me, filled it with chi, and performed the first five moves of the highest-level Wudang sword kata as fast as I could. The chi made the sword trail a golden image as it sang through the air. I stopped and saluted the dragon with the sword, then pulled the chi out and lowered it. He watched, eyes wide, as condensation dripped from the end of the cold, dark blade.

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