Pilgrim. Sara Douglass

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      “It must be here somewhere!” he said, then jerked to a halt. “Wait!”

      “What?” Sheol asked, turning to look at him.

      Raspu stilled, sending his awareness slinking out between the trees. There was something … something …

      “Something is out there!” Mot said.

      “What we are looking for?” StarLaughter asked, her eyes bright.

      Raspu shook his head slowly.

      “Something … else. Something … watches.”

      Noah stilled in his efforts to get back to his craft. Pain still arced through his chest and arm, but it wasn’t as fierce as it had been previously.

      Or maybe he was simply getting used to it.

      He raised his head slightly and peered about. Could the Demons see him? Sense him somehow? He tried very hard not to even breathe. No doubt the pain they would visit on him should they catch him would be even worse than this he currently endured.

      Noah remembered the horror that had been wreaked on his own world, the frightfulness of the campaign to trap Qeteb, and he shivered.

      “Drago,” he mouthed soundlessly, and looked up through the crystal-clogged slopes rising above him. Drago!

      And agony such as he could not have even imagined knifed through his body.

      “It feels almost like the Enemy,” Sheol said, a deep frown twisting her face. “I remember how they felt, how they tasted. And this tastes so familiar.”

      Rox shook his head. “It could not be. They were mortal, they could not still live.”

      “But still,” Raspu said, and looked about. “Still … there is something out there.”

      “But it is not a danger,” Mot said briskly. “Come.”

      And he set off again.

      The other Demons looked at each other, shrugged, and followed him, Raspu holding StarLaughter’s hand.

      But still they kept their awareness sensing out about them.

      They found what they where looking for eventually, when they were so tired and impatient that they were at the point of sinking their teeth into each other.

      It sat before them, bubbling quietly.

      “Warmth!” Sheol whispered, and sank to her bruised knees.

      StarLaughter stood, staring, unable to believe that after so long, the first of the jewels of the Grail stood before them.

      A large, spreading pool of blood in the very pit of the crystal forest, gently steaming and bubbling.

      “Yes!” Raspu screamed … and then lunged at StarLaughter.

      She pulled back instinctively, her arms tight about her son, but Raspu was far too quick and far too strong for her, and he yanked the baby from her arms.

      “Yes!” he cried again, and tossed the baby towards the pool of blood.

      The child arced through the air — and then fell, hitting the pool with a sickening heavy-wet splash.

      Blood splattered out in a great circle where he had hit the pool, covering both the Demons and the nearest crystal trees.

      StarLaughter cried out in horror, her hands to her face. Her child had gone! Disappeared!

      “Wait,” Raspu said, his voice now calm. “Wait.”

      Every one of the Demons was now still, tense.

      Waiting.

      Suddenly there was an agitation within the pool of blood, as if it were being stirred by an unseen hand, and then something floated to the surface.

      A child.

      But an infant no longer. A toddler of perhaps three or four. A boy, his hair thickened and clotted by the blood in which he floated, his eyes closed under gelatinous clumps of the stuff, his pale skin made rosy by the blood running off him.

      “DragonStar!” StarLaughter cried, and waded into the pool.

      She sank to her thighs almost immediately, but she struggled on, the blood rising up through her pale blue gown and soaking her breasts and wings. She lunged for the boy, missed, lunged again, and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him to her.

      “DragonStar,” she whispered this time, and drew the boy to her, offering him her slimy, crimson breast.

      The nipple plopped out of his unresponsive mouth, but there was a difference in him — and the difference was not only his size.

      StarLaughter looked up to the Demons anxiously standing at the edge of the pool.

      “He is warm,” she said, tears slipping down her cheeks. “He is warm!“

      WolfStar watched from his hiding place twenty paces distant. He lay flat along the forest floor, his head raised only enough so that he could see through the transparent roots before him.

      This was his first sight of the Demons — and of his wife, StarLaughter.

      He was shocked that after four thousand years she could still rouse emotions in him. There she stood, so dark and beautiful, her coagulating robe clinging to the body he still remembered, could still feel.

      And in her arms, their son.

      DragonStar.

      No, he thought, trying to drive down his feelings for StarLaughter —

      — remember the nights they had shared? Remember the love and the laughter?

      And remember also that she plotted to take your place on the throne, and conspired with our unborn son to that purpose.

      — no, not DragonStar. Qeteb. Born and yet unborn.

      StarLaughter was willing to let a Demon inhabit the body of their son.

      WolfStar’s lips drew back in a silent snarl. No wonder he loathed her. She had deserved her death, and he wished she’d been made to suffer more than she had.

      Perhaps he could still arrange it.

      The Demons grouped about StarLaughter, drenched in clotted blood and now standing out of the pool. As their hands patted at the boy, and their faces bent to kiss him, WolfStar slithered carefully forward, one hand dragging the tiny corpse behind him.

      There. Again! Raspu thought, sharing it only with the other Demons.

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