“So, you want the Qomrama Om Ya,” he says. “What for?”
“I’m starting my own magic act. You know, like Doug Henning, but with more decapitations and better music.”
“Don’t get snippy with me, junior. I can be gone in a second and you can explain to your friends how you wasted their time and, from what it looks like, their blood.”
“I want it to use against the Angra. And to fuck with Aelita. Even if I never figure out how to use the thing, not letting her have it will be a little bit of satisfaction. Do you know where it is?”
He nods.
“Of course. I saw her hide it. Can you imagine how shocked I was to see that crazy bitch walk into my hidey-hole with the one thing in the universe that can kill me?”
“Where is it?”
“I’m not sure I’m going to say. You’re not the most trustworthy character on the planet.”
“And you are? If you won’t tell me, then tell the priest.”
“Why? He’s not even a priest anymore.”
“Once a priest always a priest. However you want to split hairs, it means he’s the sentimental, spiritual type. He might be mad at ghost dad, but in his heart of hearts he still loves him and doesn’t want to see him die. Tell the father and he’ll be the one who gets the 8 Ball and will have the final say on what happens to it.”
“How do I know you won’t take it from him?”
“I’m not the one you have to worry about. Keep your eye on Robby the Robot over there.”
We both look at Delon. He takes a step toward the bath like maybe he didn’t hear us right.
“I was wondering why you were lurking around here with one of those things.”
“Why don’t you ask it yourself?”
“Are you talking about me?” says Delon.
Nefesh looks at me.
“It doesn’t even know, does it?”
“It doesn’t have a clue.”
“Know what?” says Delon.
He pulls his pistol and points it at me, swings it to Nefesh, and then back to me.
“What are you up to? I’ve done what I’m supposed to do. I got us here.”
“Brigitte got us out of that dead end you walked us into. If you were still leading, we’d be somewhere south of Borneo by now.”
“Put the gun away, son,” says Nefesh.
“Son? A minute ago you called me ‘it.’ Why?”
“ ‘Son’ was just me being polite. And you can put the gun down or I can turn you into a pillar of fire where you stand.”
Delon swings the gun back to Nefesh again. He doesn’t know where to point the damned thing. After he thinks about it, he lowers it to his side. He looks at me.
“Why did he call me ‘it’?”
“Forget it. Let’s just finish the job and get out of here. You’ll give the Qomrama to the father, right?”
I look over at Nefesh.
“How will you keep it from Aelita?” he says.
“With the father’s permission, I can hide it in the Room of Thirteen Doors. She can’t get in there. Even you can’t get in there.”
He smokes the Malediction a bit more. Takes a couple of steps across the top of the water like he’s thinking.
“Come on,” I say. “Haven’t you spent enough time down here floating around like a rubber duck? Just give us the 8 Ball and you can blow this place. Go stay with Mr. Muninn in Hell. He’ll be happy to see you. He can use the company.”
Delon sprints across the baths, and when Candy isn’t looking, he grabs her from behind and puts his gun to her head.
“Someone is going to talk to me. If you’re really God and this isn’t one of Stark’s scams, then tell me why you said what you said.”
I say, “Let go of her, Delon. You’re not going to like how this ends.”
“I called you ‘it’ because that’s what you are,” says Nefesh. “I’m sorry no one told you earlier, but that’s how things are. You’re not a man. You’re a mechanism.”
Candy twists and slams her elbow into the side of Delon’s head. He gets off one shot but misses her. She goes Jade, her skin darkening, her teeth sharpening to shark knife points, and bites down on his wrist. Delon screams, smashing his fist onto the back of her head while she digs in her fangs. With one last deafening scream, his hand comes off. Candy knees him in the balls, and as he falls, she spits his hand at him. A few seconds later, she’s Candy again, panting and wiping his blood off her face with her T-shirt.
Delon cradles his mangled arm against his chest. When he gets the guts to look at it, he sees the steel armature poking out of his wrist. The pulleys and gears, all the delicate clockworks buried under his skin.
“Fuck. What did you do to me?”
“Me?” says Candy. “Go ask Atticus Rose, you prick.”
I start to tell him about Norris Quay. How he’s Geppetto and Delon is his Pinocchio. But even I don’t feel like rubbing it in to a guy who didn’t just lose a hand but his whole life.
Delon holds out the stump of his wrist to Nefesh.
“If you’re God, fix this.”
Nefesh drops the last inch of the Malediction in the water.
“You don’t want that arm fixed. You want me to make you real. Sorry to tell you, friend, but I’m not the Blue Fairy. The way things are these days, I’m barely me.”
Delon grabs his gun with the other hand and blasts a couple of rounds at Nefesh. Bullets kick up sprays of water as they pass right through him. Nefesh smiles and looks at me.
“That’s funny. I was expecting you to do that.”
“If you didn’t remind me of Mr. Muninn a little, I probably would have.”
Delon swings the gun around so it’s pointing at me. He struggles to his feet and walks toward me.
“You knew this all along and you didn’t say anything? Fuck you.”
Glass explodes at Delon’s feet. By the time he looks down, it’s too late. His legs have turned to a loose, powdery stone. As the effect moves up, he starts to collapse, his body unable to support its own weight. Vidocq stands behind him, another potion bottle in his hand. When he sees Delon go down, he puts the bottle away. Delon’s powdery remains slide into the bath, dissolve, and sink to the bottom as a faint red stain floats on the surface.
“You couldn’t have done that when he was back against the wall?” Nefesh says to Vidocq. “You had to get blood in my water.”
Brigitte says something to him in Czech. He says something back.
“What was that?” I say.
“I told him he was already swimming in blood,” says Brigitte. “He said I was a child and that I had no idea what it is to be a deity.”
“Mr. Muninn said that same thing to me.”
Traven says, “Are you going to tell us where to find the Qomrama?”
Nefesh looks down and takes a step back from the spreading red.
“You’re going to hate me if I tell you. Maybe we should play Twenty Questions. That way you’ll ease into the answer. What do you say, ex-priest?”
Traven shakes his head.
“I give up. I don’t care about the world or any of this anymore.”
“You were right,” says Nefesh. “He is a sentimentalist. Okay. I’ll tell you. Up in the lobby. Is there still a Christmas tree?”
“Yes,” I say.
“That’s where the Qomrama is. The ornament at the top of the tree.”
“Merde,” is the first thing I hear, then more curses echo around the room.
“I told you you’d hate me,” says Nefish.
I really want a drink.
“So, we could have been in and out of here in twenty minutes?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“This really is a nightmare,” says Traven.
“Keep it together, Father.”
I go to Candy and wipe off the last smears of blood on her face.
“Okay. The fucking thing is on the tree. How does it work?”
Nefesh comes across the surface of t
he water to the steps and walks out of the pool.
“Oh. I don’t think I’m going to tell you that.”
“It’s not going to do us much good against the Angra.”
“We’ll see if they make it this far. I’m not convinced. If they do, maybe then I’ll tell you.”
“All of this is very interesting,” says Vidocq, “but we’re lost. We’ve come a long way and have no idea how to get back to the lobby.”
Nefesh points out to the spa area.
“Just go up the broken escalator, then up a set of stairs. You’ll be right there.”
“That’s impossible,” say Traven. “We must have come down at least eight floors to get here.”
“You went through the old tunnels? Down those funny spiral stairs? Did you happen to notice that there’s some strange magic lingering around this place?”
Candy says, “Maybe that’s why Aelita left the Qomrama in here. It’s easy to get in but hard to get out.”
“That’s part of it. But I think the chapel might have been calling to her,” says Nefesh.
“What chapel is that?” I say.
“On the other side of that wall is an adorable little chapel that was supposed to be used for weddings.”
“Wed in a shopping mall. How wonderfully American,” says Vidocq.
“It’s why I like the baths. They’re right next to the chapel. And part of the wall is missing, so I can ease out into the ocean and drift among the seaweed and fish from time to time.”
I say, “I don’t get it. There’s a fast-food wedding factory so Aelita decides to leave the most valuable object in the world?”
“No. I think what called her is the chapel inside the chapel. Some clever boots brought in stones from an ancient Angra temple and built a small shrine to one of their gods right into the chapel wall.”
“The shrine called to Aelita and the Qomrama without her knowing it,” says Vidocq. “I wonder if whoever built it also built the spiral stairs?”
I say, “Do demons come through the shrine?”
“All the time. Another reason remaining incorporeal is convenient.”
“I wonder if they collapsed the mall. The Angra might not like a Burger King on their sacred soil.”
Nefesh shrugs.
“Who knows with those things? Ancient gods. Mysterious ways. If I can’t figure it out, how could you?”
“Are you going to rot down here or pay Mr. Muninn a visit?” I say.
“Now that you busybodies have found me, I don’t suppose I have any choice.”
“Do you know where your brother Chaya is? You might tell him to go to Muninn too.”
“If I knew his whereabouts, do you think I’d tell you?”
Candy pulls on my arm.
“Forget it. Let’s go.”
I follow her for a few steps and turn back to Nefesh.
“Every time I meet one of you little Gods, it’s a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. Thanks for keeping the streak going.”
We head back to the lobby to find the broken escalator. We’re almost to the door when I hear Nefesh clear his throat.
“Thanks for the cigarette, Sandman Slim. And by the way, when I said one of you isn’t what he seems, I wasn’t talking about the mechanical man.”
“What does he mean?” says Traven.
“Forget it. He’s fucking with us because it’s all he can do. Play around in our heads. He can go to Hell or rot down there. Either is fine by me.”
NEFESH MIGHT HAVE been playing mind games when we left, but he told the truth about the way out. Up the dead escalator. A U-turn onto the stairs and we’re back in the Gothic rain forest of Kill City’s main lobby. The Christmas tree is straight and huge, a fungus-covered evergreen where there should be a giant banana palm or kapok.
“What do we do now? Nefesh said the Qomrama is all the way at the top,” says Traven.
Candy looks at me.
“You’ve used it before. Can you summon it or call it down or something?” she says.
My gut aches. I’m dizzy but I don’t want the others to know right now.
“Even if I knew how, I don’t think I have any hoodoo left in me.”
“You’re still here,” says someone from across the lobby. “I thought you’d all be gone by now. Or dead.”
It’s Hattie. Her tattered robes are in even worse shape than they were before. Her hair is wild and dirty. Her face is scratched.
She says, “Are there any Shoggots left?”
“A few, but not enough for you to worry about. Sorry about your kids.”
She nods.
“So am I. You’re trying to get up the tree. Why?”
“The thing we came here for is at the top.”
She smiles at us like the fools we are.
“You come all this way to end up back where you started. Ain’t that a kick in the backside.”
“It’s a kick, but I was thinking somewhere else.”
She looks Vidocq and me over.
“You’re too big to climb it. It’s rickety. You’ll bring the damned thing down on top of us.”
“I won’t,” says Candy.
She looks up the length of the tree like she’s climbed it a million times.
I say, “That’s fifty feet. You sure about this?”
She zips up her jacket. Pushes back her hair.
“Can any of you grow claws?”
“Take this,” says Vidocq. He hands her a white filter mask. “I thought these might come in useful. You don’t want to breathe any of that foulness into your lungs.”
“Thanks.”
Candy flips up her jacket collar and heads for the tree. On the way, curled claws extend from her hands as she goes Jade.
“Brave girl,” says Hattie.
“Yes. She is.”
“Foolish.”
“You live in a garbage dump, lady. You don’t get to pick and choose who’s a fool.”
The tree creaks as Candy climbs. Shaggy branches shake, sending down a storm of pine needles, dust, and fungus. I cover my eyes and mouth but still get a mouthful of the gritty, dirt-flavored mess. The others choke and go into racking coughs around me.
I look up through the bad air. Candy is climbing along the trunk, so I can’t see her, but the moving branches show me where she is. Jades are fast and strong. She’s already more than halfway up. The top of the tree sways as she gets higher. Wood snaps and pops in ways that inspire anything but confidence. Branches and glass ornaments crash to the floor.
“Are you all right?” yells Brigitte.
“Don’t bother,” I say. “She doesn’t talk when she’s Jaded out.”
The tree stops shaking. A branch at the top moves. There’s something silver on the end. The branch bends back toward the tree trunk.
“She’s found it,” says Hattie.
The treetop sways as Candy goes farther out onto the limb to drag it backward. There’s a loud crack and the whole top of the tree comes loose like it’s on a hinge, slamming into the lower branches, upside down but intact. Something falls through the branches. Not falls. Shoots like a bullet and crashes into the lobby floor, kicking up shards of marble and concrete like shotgun pellets.
I run to where it came down, not breathing. Not thinking. My head swims as I go. I stumble but I don’t stop.
In a crater two feet wide and three feet deep lies the 8 Ball. The others crowd around me. I look up at the tree. Branches shake, but this time they’re headed down. A few seconds later, Candy emerges from under the tree and sprints across the lobby, turning back to herself. She’s covered in a fine film of dust and spores and her hair is matted with pine needles. She runs her hand through her hair and shakes her head like a dog, sending dust everywhere.
“Told you I could do it,” she says.
“Good job. Now go take a shower. You smell like a love-hotel welcome mat.”
Hattie stands at the edge of the hole, looking down.
“Don’t look like much, does it?”
Traven says, “The core of the first nuclear bomb was only sixty-four kilograms and it leveled a city.”
“That so? Aren’t you a font of useless information.”
“I didn’t drop it,” says Candy. “It shot away from me when I tried to touch it.”
“Maybe it didn’t like you,” I say. “The father said it might be alive. Maybe your Jade form freaked it out.”
“Touchy little bastard, for a weapon,” says Candy.
I look at Traven.
“Okay, Father. You’re up. Let’s see if it likes you.”
“Do you think it’s safe now?” he says.
“When I had it before it only hurt anyone when I was angry or threatened. As long as you’re calm, it should be fine.”
“Calm,” he says, and looks at me. “That’s a tall order right now.”
Traven’s eyes are a little glassy. He looks far from a hundred percent as he gets on one knee and gently reaches for the 8 Ball.
“You’ll do fine,” I say. “Nice and easy. Look out for any sharp edges. It can nick you.”
He hesitates before reaching down again. Lays his hand on top of the ball and holds it there for a second. Nothing happens. He relaxes and gets a grip on it and pulls it out. He’s smiling when he stands up.
“I think the books were right about it being alive,” he says. “It feels like it’s asleep.”
He brings it over to us. I’d rather have it a mile away, but beggars can’t be choosers.
“We’re all right,” he says. “It’s over.”
“Let’s get out of here and go home,” says Brigitte.
“In a minute,” says Traven. His smile is vacant. There’s something wrong with his eyes.
He turns and hands the 8 Ball to Hattie. She takes it from him like she knew exactly what was going to happen.
I should have seen it before, but I’ve been so wrapped up in my own aches and bullshit that I missed it. One of us isn’t who he seems, said Nefesh. Father Traven is possessed. Someone in Hell is using the possession key. They’ve taken him over and Hattie knew it was going to happen.
“What are you doing?” says Vidocq.
Hattie cradles the 8 Ball against her chest.
“Just doing what he was told,” she says.
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