The Templar Chronicles Omnibus

by Joseph Nassise

  “Who does Stone report to?” Riley asked.

  A few key strokes later they had their answer.

  “Son of a…”

  “My feelings exactly,” Olsen said, nodding in agreement. “The boss sure ain’t gonna be happy about this.”

  Before Riley could reply the emergency alarms outside in the corridor began blaring.

  The commandery was under attack.

  The two men grabbed their weapons and rushed out into the corridor, the computer, and the damning evidence it contained, forgotten on the desk inside.

  *** ***

  “What are they looking for?”

  Cade and his companion were seated on the cracked surface of a marble sarcophagus, where they had settled after the shade of the dead Templar had finally agreed to talk.

  The shade’s answer was short and to the point. “The Spear of Destiny.”

  Cade sat back in surprise. The Spear of Destiny was the mythical name given to the lance the Roman centurion Longinus used to pierce the side of Christ while he hung on the cross, thus fulfilling the Old Testament prophecies. It was also known as the Spear of Longinus or the Lance of Mauritius. Cade knew that historically the Lance had allegedly been possessed by a series of successful military leaders including Alaric, Attila the Hun, Charlemagne, and even Hitler, all of whom claimed it was the power of the Lance that led them to victory.

  “Why do they want it?”

  Spencer simply looked at him, not bothering to respond.

  The Templar Commander realized the futility of his question. Reviewing what he knew about the Lance, the why of it all quickly became obvious. There was a legend that whoever possessed the weapon would be able to conquer the world. Napoleon attempted to obtain the Lance after the Battle of Austerlitz, but it had been smuggled out of the city prior to the start of the fight, and he never got hold of it. Charlemagne carried the Spear through forty-seven successful battles, but died when he accidentally dropped it. Barbarossa met the same fate only a few minutes after it slipped out of his hands while he was crossing a stream. The modern history of the Spear wasn’t as well documented. Somehow it eventually wound up in the possession of the House of the Hapsburg and was placed in the Hoffberg Treasure House in 1912, where Hitler was later to “discover” it. A rabid student of the occult and fully aware of the legend attached to it, Hitler had the Spear moved to St. Catherine’s Church in Berlin shortly after he came to power. As the Americans and Russians advanced on Berlin, he had it moved again, this time to an underground bunker to protect it from Allied bombing raids. That bunker fell to the U.S. on April 30, 1945, and an Army officer took possession of the weapon. Consistent with the legend, Hitler committed suicide in his bunker just eighty hours after he lost control of the Spear. General Patton was particularly interested in the weapon and took the time to have its authenticity traced. His fanaticism on the subject was eventually brought to Eisenhower’s attention, however, who found the whole subject distasteful. If Cade remembered correctly, it was Eisenhower who returned the Lance to its rightful location, the Hofberg Treasure House in Vienna, where it was supposedly still on display.

  If the legends are true, and the Necromancer and his allies gain control of the weapon, we’ve got a much bigger problem on our hands.

  But one issue kept nagging at him. He seemed to remember both the Hoffberg Museum and the Vatican itself claimed to control the real Lance. If that was true, why was the Council of Nine attacking Templar commanderies looking for the weapon?

  He put the question to Spencer.

  The answer was not what he had expected. “Because the Council knows that for the last fifty years it has rested in a vault controlled by a secret unit within our own Order.”

  Cade sat there, stunned by the reply.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Duncan was asleep when the emergency alarms sounded but was out of bed and ready within seconds. Weapons in hand, he rushed from his bedroom just in time to join Olsen and Riley as they emerged from Cade’s room across the hall.

  “The Knight Commander?” he asked, as the three of them rushed down the way.

  “Not in his room,” was Riley’s quick answer, and his tone conveyed both his concern and his suggestion to let the matter drop.

  The three of them dashed down the stairs and emerged in the grand foyer, just in time to meet a group of revenants as they crashed through the front door.

  The Knights moved as one, splitting into a V-shaped formation. Riley took point with Duncan on his left and Olsen on his right. Without hesitation, the master sergeant opened up on the intruders with his automatic weapon, his companions’ fire joining the fray only a split second later.

  The revenants never stood a chance. Caught in the concentrated fire of the three Knights, the creatures were quickly cut to ribbons.

  The three men waded through the bodies, dispatching any that they found with life left in them with a quick gunshot to the head, and took up positions facing out the open doorway.

  What they saw outside momentarily took their breath away.

  The front lawn was literally crawling with revenants. It was as if the doors of hell had suddenly been opened.

  *** ***

  Cade emerged from the Beyond to find himself in an unused room on the second floor of the Broadmoor commandery. As always, the mirror he used as an exit point shattered violently with his passage, and he paused for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would come to investigate the sound of breaking glass.

  He needn’t have bothered. The warbling tones of the emergency alarms sounding in the corridors would have masked the sound easily.

  The sound of gunfire reached him the moment he stepped out of the room. He listened for a moment, trying to pinpoint its location. As best he could tell it was coming from somewhere out in front of the commandery. He moved down the hallway until he reached a window. His viewpoint gave onto the front entrance to the manor house and the grounds beyond, meaning that Cade was in the east wing, exactly opposite where he had started.

  In the light of the floodlights that were mounted on the roof, Cade could see revenants dashing across the lawn, only to be thrown back or brought down by the concentrated firepower of the Knights guarding the front entrance. The front gate lay in ruins, and more revenants poured through the gap even as he watched. Several could be seen gorging themselves on the corpses of those who had defended the gate, next to the smoking ruin of the security shack.

  The missing men from the Templeton commandery had come home.

  Despite the fact that he was unarmed, Cade never hesitated. He turned and ran for the stairs at the other end of the hall, intent on joining the fray.

  As he moved, the flicker of light caught his eye.

  A portal had formed in the middle of the front lawn, a silver mirror-like disk of shimmering power some ten feet across. Its surface rippled and swirled, as if something was disturbing it from below.

  Cade dashed down the hall and stepped out through a set of French doors. He found himself on a balcony over the portico that guarded the entrance to the manor house. A group of Knights were crouched behind the low wall that ran around the balcony’s edge, firing everything they had at the portal below.

  Cade was just in time to witness to the birth of a nightmare as it dragged itself through the gateway and into this world.

  A hand came first, a hand the size of a small horse, twisted and gnarled, the color of melting lead. It was four-fingered, and each finger ended in a vicious claw. The hand was joined by another, this one on the other side of the portal. Its fingers grasped the edge of the lawn, and the creature slowly pulled itself into view.

  Cade faltered to a halt as he stared in dismay at the demon.

  It stood well over twenty feet tall and was humanoid in appearance. Its skin was the color of a pig left too long on the roasting spit, deep crimson and black, and it glistened wetly in the floodlights. Its head was misshapen, like wax that had rested too close to a fire, and four large bulbous
eyes stared lustfully at the world around it from within the depths of what could only charitably be called a face.

  As he watched, a group of Templar defenders emerged from around the corner of the west wing and began firing at it. In reply it reached out, grasped a nearby Suburban in one large fist and hurled it at the Knights, silencing their counterattack with one blow.

  Cade ran to the wall and looked out over the field of battle, knowing he had little time to find what he needed.

  All right you son of a bitch, where are you?

  He looked beyond the oncoming beast, searching for a spot back from the center of the fray in a place of reasonable safety. He strained to see through the flashes of gunfire and the glare from the spotlights on the roof above.

  There!

  A sorcerer stood beneath the sheltering branches of a large elm tree near the wall surrounding the estate. His head was bowed in concentration, and his hands moved rhythmically through the air in front of him

  Having found his target, Cade glanced beside him. The nearest of Barnes’s soldiers was firing shot after shot into the approaching demon with a standard-issue M14. It would have to do.

  Cade grabbed the rifle from the startled soldier and rushed twenty feet farther along the parapet, shouldering the weapon in the process. He did his best to ignore both the approaching behemoth and the confusion of the soldiers around him, knowing he was unlikely to get a second shot. With the rooftop shaking beneath his feet from the creature’s approach, he settled in for the shot.

  The view through the scope showed his target in more detail. He was dressed exactly like the man Cade had examined earlier, right down to the robe and the ring on one hand. Cade eyeballed the distance between them as roughly 350 meters. If he’d had his own rifle and the time to study the situation and get into position, it would have been easy. But with an unfamiliar weapon, in the midst of a firefight, with a crazed demon bearing down on him at full speed, well, it was going to be interesting.

  A slight breeze wafted against his cheek, and Cade made a minor adjustment to his position.

  The demon moved another fifteen feet closer with a single step.

  The men on the roof were firing wildly, some scrambling back from their positions, their fear at facing such a creature getting the better of them. In seconds, the organized resistance dissolved into a panicked retreat as the rest of the men realized that their gunfire was having no effect.

  Cade ignored everything but the target.

  Steady, he thought.

  His attention narrowed to a pinpoint, his entire world reduced to the figure in the reticle of his scope and the voice in his ear, waiting for the green-light command and the moment when all those years of training would come together at the pull of a trigger.

  The demon stepped off the grass and onto the asphalt of the driveway, less than twenty feet from where Cade perched on the rooftop.

  Breathe…

  He pulled the trigger.

  *** ***

  “Good Lord,” breathed Duncan at the sight.

  For years he’d known that the Enemy was real, that this world was home to more than just God’s creations. But unlike the other members of Echo Team, who fought such supernatural creatures regularly, Duncan had been sheltered from them owing to his assignment. It was one thing to know something intellectually in the back of your mind, quite another to come face-to-face with it.

  For a moment, he froze. He was unable to do anything but stare in dread at the foul creature closing the gap between them.

  It was the sound of Riley’s voice that jerked him out of his paralysis. The master sergeant was yelling at the top of his lungs as he fired his weapon at the demon, and the sound was enough to jerk Duncan back into action. As Olsen turned his attention to a pack of oncoming revenants, sniping away at them as they moved closer to where the three men were positioned, Duncan added his own fire to Riley’s. At the same moment a torrent of gunfire suddenly began pouring into the demon from somewhere on the roof above.

  Despite the sheer volume of firepower, it did no good.

  The demon barely noticed the bullets slamming into its flesh. It continued moving forward, intent on reaching the manor house before it.

  *** ***

  Cade’s bullet leapt from the gun and smashed into the flesh of the demon’s left arm as it swung to the side in a random arc.

  “Shit!”

  Cade prepared to fire again, but the demon had closed in, blocking his shot at the sorcerer who had summoned it. He’d have to get higher in order to fire over the creature’s shoulder.

  There was only one choice.

  Ignoring the fact that the demon was only scant feet away, Cade scrambled up onto the wall in front of him. He brought the weapon back up into firing position and sighted once more on his target.

  He was horribly exposed, and knew it.

  Yet he had no other choice.

  The demon let out a blood-chilling roar at the sight of his audacity. It reached for him with one four-fingered hand, its claws gleaming in the floodlights.

  The sorcerer looked up and Cade stared through the scope directly into the man’s eyes.

  Good-bye, he thought, then pulled the trigger.

  At almost the same instant, the demon’s gnarled hand wrapped itself around Cade’s waist and yanked him off the parapet. His rifle tumbled free and fell to the ground, two stories below, as the creature began to crush the life out of him simply by squeezing its fist.

  He fought against the creature’s grip, but it was like punching a steel band. It was all he could do to keep air in his lungs.

  The demon raised its fist higher to get a better look. Hot fetid breath washed across Cade’s face, followed seconds later by the thing’s unearthly laugh of triumph. Four inhuman eyes regarded Cade with glee as the demon’s mouth opened wide.

  By the edge of the estate, the sorcerer lay on the ground, bleeding from the chest. With a final rattling gasp, life left him. In the same instant, the portal through which the demon had been summoned suddenly reversed its flow, becoming a conduit back into the next.

  It wanted its own back again.

  And it would take anything else it could along with it.

  *** ***

  The demon faltered and came to a stop.

  Involuntarily, it took a step backward.

  Something was pulling at the creature from behind.

  Reluctantly, the demon turned its attention to this new problem.

  In that moment, the portal pulsed a second time and the demon was yanked off its feet from the sheer force of the suction it generated.

  In surprise, the creature opened its fist.

  *** ***

  Cade fell.

  His arms reached out, desperate to find purchase on something before his body smashed itself against the unforgiving ground below.

  As he fell past the balcony, his fingers brushed up against the edge of the stone railing, and he instinctively grabbed at it.

  With a bone-jarring impact, he managed to stop his fall.

  Only to find himself hanging by his arms two stories above an enraged demon.

  *** ***

  The rest of Echo’s command unit watched in stunned amazement as the demon suddenly slammed to the ground face-first. It pushed itself up on its arms, only to fall forward again as something began to drag it slowly from behind.

  Which was rather amazing, since they could see there was nothing there.

  With a howl of anger, the demon tried to fight against the pull. It dug its fingers into the asphalt of the driveway. It kicked its legs. It thrashed its body side to side, crushing several revenants that got too close.

  Nothing worked.

  Slowly but surely, the demon continued slipping backward away from the Templars.

  A baleful howl suddenly split the night air, rising swiftly in pitch like a banshee’s wail until it overpowered even the sounds of gunfire still coming from above.

  “What’s happening?” Duncan
cried over the noise.

  Olsen came to his aid. “The summoner’s lost control of the portal,” he answered, between shots at distant revenants. “It’s reversed itself. Anything that entered through it is about to go back out again in a big hurry.” A grin appeared on his face. “Including that ugly son of a bitch in front of us.”

  Duncan suddenly found a grin of his own.

  *** ***

  Above them, undetected by his fellow team members, Cade slowly began to lose his grip on the railing.

  Even if his teammates could have heard him over the noise of the enraged demon, it was doubtful that they could reach him in time, so instead of calling out he searched for some sort of foothold, something to support his weight for the fraction of a second he needed to regain his grip on the railing above.

  Unfortunately, that particular section of the wall was slick with polished stone.

  His left hand suddenly lost its grip.

  His body twisted outward with the momentum, putting more strain on his right hand. He was turned partially toward the front gate, and the position afforded him a view of the demon as it was dragged inexorably back toward the portal.

  A twisted rope of shimmering energy extended from the rapidly closing portal and across the lawn, to wrap around the demon’s legs just below the knees. It pulsed and pulled in time with the shrinking opening to the portal; it wouldn’t be long before the demon was hauled back to its own plane of existence, back to where it belonged.

  Revenants still roamed the grounds, but the element of surprise had long since worn off, and the Knights had gained the upper hand.

  This time, the Templars had won.

  Though I might not be around to celebrate, Cade thought, as his fingers slipped another quarter inch.

  Luckily, several of the retreating Knights on the balcony above had seen Cade’s heroic stand and rushed back out after the danger passed to see what had become of him. Their discovery was just in time to keep him from falling to the ground two stories below.