Ash Mistry and the City of Death. Sarwat Chadda

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      Ash stared at his family and met Lucky’s gaze. She stared back at him with horror and disgust. Her eyes were red with tears, but her face was hard and pale. All she could do was shake her head.

      He couldn’t bear to look. Instead he covered his face with his hands and sank down with a groan. What was happening to him?

      “

sh?” His mum tapped his door. “There’s a friend to see you.”

      “I don’t want to see anyone.”

      “Ash, I think—”

      “I said I don’t want to see anyone!”

      The door opened. He didn’t need to turn to know exactly who it was. Ash remained where he was, looking at the wall, in the dark, his back to the door. “I especially don’t want to see you, Parvati.”

      The light came on. Ash slowly swivelled round.

      Parvati closed the door, sat down on the corner of his unmade bed and, taking off her glasses, looked around.

      “Is that dent meant to be in the door?” she asked.

      The worst of the damage had been fixed or tidied away. Ash had straightened up the shelves and, with his dad, repaired the broken table and replaced the chair. He’d talked to his parents about it and they’d put it down to the trauma of Gemma’s death. His dad now wore a cravat to hide the bruises.

      “What do you want?” Ash snapped.

      “To see how you’re doing. We’ve not spoken since that night your friend died.”

      “Since you let her die, you mean.”

      When Parvati didn’t respond, Ash peered at her. She’d changed. Her hair was a mess – dried out, brittle and knotted – and her skin, usually smooth and clear, bore lines and a sickly yellow tinge.

      “You’re ill,” Ash said. “I didn’t know demons got ill.”

      She smiled weakly. “Everyone gets ill.”

      “And what’s happened to your eyes? The whites have completely gone.” The green filled her entire socket, utterly serpentine. The pupils dilated in the semi-darkness to huge black discs.

      “My demon heritage grows stronger as I age. The eyes are just the beginning. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that I’m human at all.”

      “I’m sure I don’t care.” Ash stood up and walked to the door. “Well, you’ve seen me. You can go.”

      “Ash…”

      “She’s dead because of you,” he said ever so quietly. It had to be quiet because if he let out what was really inside, he’d tear down the house. “You could have saved her.”

      “You think Jackie would have let her go?” Parvati looked up at him. “She would have killed her whatever we did.”

      “Why? Because rakshasas have no honour? Because they can’t be trusted?” He opened the door for her. “You should know.”

      Parvati stood up. “What’s the point? You’re just a foolish boy. You have no idea what’s at stake. You think some mortal girl’s important in this? Grow up, Ash.”

      Ash grabbed Parvati round her throat and slammed her against the wall. His fist went back, tightened so his knuckles were white and shaking with rage.

      Parvati gazed back at him without emotion. But her fangs were fully extended, each one coated with her fatal venom. This close, her large, serpentine eyes dominated her face and the curving green scales shimmered. “You want to kill me, Ash? Is that it?”

      Kill the rakshasa. Wasn’t that his duty? Wasn’t that his reason for existing?

      “You are a monster,” he said, looking at her as if for the first time. “How could I have been so blind?”

      “You want me to say I’m sorry?” Parvati hissed. “Beg for forgiveness? Sit in the dark and feel sorry for myself? Do you know who I am?” She shoved Ash back. “I am the daughter of Ravana. I do not beg.”

      She looked at him, the defiance fading with a sigh. “I'm not sorry for what I did, though I am sorry your friend is dead.” Parvati reached out to touch him, then stopped herself. “But do you think you’re the only one who’s suffered? I’ve lost friends, people more than friends, so many that I can’t even begin to remember them all. But each one, Ash, each one left a hole here.” She pointed at her heart. “That’s the true curse of immortality. Each success is so fleeting you wonder why you bother, yet each failure weighs down your soul with lead. That’s why rakshasas are such monsters. We must cut out that part that feels. Better to be cold, hard, become immune to pain.”

      Ash lowered his fist. What was he doing? In spite of Gemma, Parvati was the closest friend he had. He owed her his life. “I just wish there was something I could do,” said Ash. “Gemma didn’t deserve to die.”

      “Ash—”

      Of course. It was so obvious. “I came back from the dead. Why not Gemma? There has to be a way.”

      Parvati’s gaze darkened. “Kali brought you back. She reawakened your heart.” Her words came out cold and hard. “What you’re talking about is something only gods can do. And it is a decision best left to them. Who is worthy, who is not.”

      “Are you saying Gemma’s not worthy?”

      “What I’m saying is who are we to choose?”

      “Gemma is worthy. She was a good person.”

      Parvati’s response, a bitter laugh, stabbed him deep. “Oh, I did not realise you could see into people’s souls and know whether they are good or evil. You have become powerful.”

      “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

      “Please, Ash…” It was almost a plea. “The girl you knew is gone.”

      Now the thought was in his head he couldn’t let it go. Was there some way to fix the mistakes of the past? Rishi would have known what was possible and what was not. Get Gemma back. A vain delusion or a real hope? His head told him one thing, his heart another. Ash looked at Parvati as she inspected his bookshelves. Why wouldn’t she want Gemma to return? Was Elaine right? Did Parvati have her own agenda?

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