The Devil You Need

by Sam Cheever

  As if sensing my power sliding forward, Dialle reached over and grabbed my hand. Do not strike out. It will kill us before you even unleash your power.

  What is it?

  It is your worst nightmare.

  I frowned. Melodramatic much?

  He turned to me and grinned, his perfect, white teeth barely showing in contrast to the slightly darker shape of his face. Though he stood only a foot away, the fog slid thin tendrils of obscuring mist over his handsome features. I do not wish to alarm, but there is no way to overstate the danger in this.

  Then why the hell are we here?

  Because it is our only hope of defeating the king and his two witches.

  I sighed. That sounds like the title to a really bad romance novel.

  Yes. If only that was all it was.

  Something big moved through the water. The sound of it cutting through the inky liquid seemed to surround us, coming at us from every direction until I thought we were being converged on by several unseen monsters. I swung my gaze in an arc that covered the front and both sides, barely resisting the urge to turn around to check the area behind us. Only Dialle’s painfully tight grip on my hand kept me from moving.

  The sloshing sound of movement widened out, converging with the mist until it had a life of its own, an entity apart. It was so fractured and hard to trace that, one moment I imagined I felt stinky fish-breath against my face and the next I was certain it was miles away. Still we stood there, unmoving. Living, breathing targets. My heart pounded hard in my chest, a knot of terror twisting in my belly. The urge to run became a tangible thing. It was so strong I could taste it on my tongue.

  Dialle…

  The fog before us split and a pair of stunning blue eyes appeared, mere inches from my face. I gasped and would have run screaming if Dialle hadn’t had hold of me. The eyes were easily two feet across, a gorgeous aquamarine color, and slanted. From the size of the eyes and the distance apart, the creature standing mere inches from us had to be a hundred feet tall, or long, at a minimum. What the hell is this thing? How did it sneak up on us like that?

  Dialle didn’t answer, his grip on my hand merely tightened in warning and then released. I stared into the giant gaze before us, unable to look away. In fact, I couldn’t help feeling as if looking away would be a signal for the thing to attack.

  Dialle moved slightly but I didn’t want to turn my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him drop and, panicking, finally turned to glance his way. He appeared to be kneeling in the oily water, his head drooping to his chest. I reached for him, intending to yank him back to his feet.

  A large, rock-like grip pinched my shoulder. “No. Leave him, my queen. He must do this.”

  I tried to shake Gerch off. “Let me go. He’s making himself a target.”

  Something thrashed, the fog moved, and Gerch and I went flying as a heavy, scale-covered body rammed into us. I cried out as I flew backward through the fog and landed with a splash, fully expecting to hit bottom. Instead, I sank like a rock into the black, oily water, finally hitting a silty bottom after falling twenty feet. A cloud of slimy sand rose up around me stinging my eyes. I shoved away from the soft bottom as best I could and swam back toward the surface.

  I broke the surface of the water with a gasp and Gerch broke through a few feet away. He looked my way. “Are you all right?”

  Ignoring his question, I started swimming, though my flight through the air had disoriented me and I was no longer certain where we’d left Dialle. After a few minutes the ground came up to meet us again and I realized Dialle had been leading us along some kind of underwater passage. On both sides of the path the black water was very deep. It most likely needed to be to accommodate whatever we’d faced moments earlier. I climbed onto the trail and stood panting, looking around. I had no idea where to look for Dialle.

  I shouted his name but the sound hit the wall of fog and was sucked in, going nowhere. I felt rather than heard Gerch climbing out after me.

  I turned to him as tears stung my eyes. “We’ll never find him in this muck.”

  Gerch swiped water from his wide, red face and nodded, looking grim.

  However, he didn’t look surprised.

  Anger made my fingers tingle with energy. I smacked him on the chest. “You knew this would happen.”

  He looked away guiltily. “The king suspected it might.”

  I smacked him again. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with pain. “Dammit, Gerch! Why didn’t you tell me?”

  He shook his head but said nothing. He didn’t need to. I already knew. Dialle would have forbidden him to speak. Whatever Dialle had in mind when he’d dragged us through that gods-forsaken swamp, he’d known it would be dangerous but he’d done it anyway.

  And now he was gone.

  * * * * *

  Hours later I dropped, exhausted, onto a small rise of earth with my back to a tree. I rested my head on my knees. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, burning off part of the fog and turning the swamp to a bug-infested sauna. I wasn’t sure if the added visibility was worth the bugs and heat.

  Gerch dropped down beside me, his breath coming fast and heavy in his chest. I knew he was probably still fighting the aftereffects of my healing.

  “How you doin’, bud? You feel okay?”

  He shrugged, looking out over the swamp. “It is of no concern.”

  “It is to me.”

  He blinked, turning with surprise. Then he shook his head, his formidable red brow lowering over the intelligent black eyes I’d grown so used to. “A little discomfort is nothing. A soldier expects it.”

  He’d said it dismissively, obviously not wanting to talk about his feelings. I leaned back against the tree with a sigh. The smooth bark was slimy beneath my shoulders. I didn’t care. It felt so good to be out of the water for a while.

  “Why’d he do it, Gerch?”

  The big soldier glanced my way. “Do what?”

  “Why’d he bring us here? Why’d he give himself over to that thing?”

  “I don’t know. He didn’t share his reasons with me. But if this creature has something we can use to defeat his father and your mother, the king would stop at nothing to gain it.”

  “Even his own death?”

  “Yes.”

  “But the court will die without Dialle.”

  Gerch looked surprised, his beady eyes widening. “He never told you?”

  “Told me what?”

  Gerch shook his head, “It is not my place.”

  “I’m sick to death of secrets.”

  He shrugged, staring off across the swamp.

  I stewed for a few minutes, wondering if I’d ever know what the hell was going on in my life. Which reminded me of something else I didn’t know. “You never told me what happened back there. While I was asleep.”

  “I didn’t, no.”

  I waited for the explanation but it never came. “Gerch?”

  “Leave it be, Astra.”

  Hearing him call me by my name in his deep, gravelly voice was strangely intimate. It touched me. But not enough for me to listen to his advice. “What are you hiding from me? You might as well cough it up. I’ll just keep annoying you until you tell me.”

  He turned, his craggy lips curving in a weary smile. “I’ve endured hours of agonizing torture as the king’s man. I think I can withstand you being annoying. Besides, it isn’t as if it would be something new.”

  I elbowed him in the side and was happy to hear him grunt softly under the impact.

  We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was too tired to sleep and too weary to stand. So I stared off into the swamp, noting a strange rippling across its surface. I picked up a pebble and threw it into the black water, watching it sink through the ripples and disappear. “Were we attacked?”

  “Astra…”

  “I was dreaming of being attacked. I was dreaming of fighting back. Somehow my brain must have known my power was back.” I stopped talking, a sudden rea
lization taking my breath. “Gerch…was I fighting back?”

  He kept his gaze determinedly from mine. I grabbed his arm. “Was I shooting power in my sleep, Gerch? Did I cause that fire?”

  He frowned, leaning forward to slough off my hand. “I told you to let it be, Astra.”

  “And I told you I wouldn’t. I’m just going to keep at you until you give it up.”

  He shook his head. “That is your problem, Tweener.”

  “What’s my problem, devil?”

  “You don’t understand that every action has a consequence that flows from it, touching everyone else in your life. Everything you do touches everyone you love. You do not live in a vacuum. Every time you create havoc it produces ripples.”

  “Ripples…” I frowned, my gaze skimming back to the concentric circles sliding away from us—away from the only raised, dry spot I’d seen since entering the swamp. I stood up. “Yes, ripples. Every action causes them.”

  “What are you thinking?” Gerch stood too.

  “If I’m right, I’m looking at Dialle’s location.” I leapt into the water to the sound of Gerch yelling for me to stop. The black water closed over me, its weight and inky dark causing a moment’s panic. But I shook it off and concentrated on feeling what I expected to feel. A splash nearby told me Gerch had joined me. I reached out and grasped his hand, stilling him.

  When my lungs started to hurt, and I was about to give up I finally felt it. A slight tug in the undercurrent. I squeezed Gerch’s hand and rose to the surface for a quick breath, then I dove again, kicking my legs to move toward the tug.

  We hadn’t gone far before something swayed against my skin in the dark abyss. Something stringy and slippery, covered with slime. I jerked my arms away from the grasping tendrils, kicking hard to get away from them.

  The water rippled and moved around me, thick with the clinging things. I had a brief, terror-filled thought that they were some kind of living creature. Some version of snake or long worm. But nothing bit me as I shoved past them, though the blades along the sides were razor sharp, slicing my skin as I pushed through.

  My chest burned with the need to breathe. I forced myself onward, determined to find the source of the churn on the surface of the water. Behind me the water roiled from the ungraceful thrashing of a large form.

  I’d have been alarmed except for the bubble-encased grumbling that accompanied the thrashing. It occurred to me I’d neglected to ask if devils could even swim. I decided, given Gerch’s decidedly ungraceful progress through the black stuff they could manage, but it wasn’t pretty.

  The forest of clingy vegetation seemed endless. I’d just about decided that I would have to swim to the surface for air when a soft light finally showed between the thick, waving tendrils. I kicked one last time and shoved my way through the nasty stuff, earning a few more slices down my arm for my trouble.

  Behind me Gerch gave a shout of alarm and I turned, seeing him rolling around the water with something long and decidedly snakelike wrapped in his arms. Though the thing blended perfectly with its surroundings, I could see its long, black form where it was aligned with Gerch’s.

  I was torn. I desperately needed air, but couldn’t quite bring myself to leave Gerch to his fate. So I turned around and headed toward him, my fingers glowing in the inky depths as power surged to spark at their tips.

  Gerch had the thing around the throat and was barely keeping its snapping jaws from slicing into his neck, but he’d paid a price for focusing there. The snake’s long form was tightly wrapped around Gerch’s chest and middle, no doubt squeezing his very breath away.

  Something floated downward from the thrashing pair, dropping slowly toward the dark sand at the bottom. Gerch’s sword.

  I reached for the snake thing with my energy-drenched hand and sent a stunning jolt into it. The snake jerked, its form unfurling from Gerch, and fell limply toward the floor of the swamp.

  I started toward the light again but the water churned to my left and something smacked into me. Fangs sank into my thigh and, before I thought about what I was doing, I opened my mouth to scream. Water flooded my mouth and I sucked it into my lungs, panicking as they compressed under the inky substance.

  I thrashed desperately but somehow didn’t drown.

  The snake creature coiled around me and started to swim. I struggled briefly but soon felt the world clouding as my lungs gave up their struggle to find air and started to shut down.

  As we speared through the inky water I listened with horror as the thump, thump, thump of my heart slowed to an elongated thump…thump………thump and then stuttered, on the verge of stopping completely.

  Suddenly we burst from the water, flying through the air, and the thing released me. I dropped like a rock, hitting a hard but yielding surface. The nasty snake creature that had transported me twisted like a fish over the water’s surface and, at the last moment, dove back into the black liquid.

  I rolled over, coughed, and spewed about a gallon of water from my lungs.

  The water exploded upward again and Gerch flew toward me. I was too drained to move out of his way. All I could do was hope he missed. He hit the sandy ground mere inches from me, landing on his face with a grunt.

  When I finally stopped horking up black water that tasted like fish poop, I rolled over onto my back, panting and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Gerch pushed himself into a sitting position, panting between his knees. “Remind me never to follow you into the water again.”

  I laughed, shoving my hair from my face. “I didn’t ask you to follow me. Besides, if I hadn’t had to save your sorry ass from that snake thing I wouldn’t have almost drowned.”

  He glared at me from under his red brow. “Save my ass. Who do you think that thing was going for when I grabbed it?”

  I blinked. “Oh.”

  “Yeah. Oh. Ripples, Astra.”

  I stood up on wobbly legs and pain shot through my thigh. Looking down, I grimaced at the bleeding fang wounds, quickly healing them. “It doesn’t matter. I think this is where that creature lives, which means it’s where Dialle is. Get off your lazy ass and let’s go find him.”

  “It doesn’t bother you at all that those things delivered us here like takeout food?”

  I frowned. The thought had occurred. “If that’s true then we just have to make sure we give that thing food poisoning before we die.”

  “Har, Astra.”

  “Welcome to my lair.”

  We both jumped and turned at the melodic-sounding voice. Surprise brought power spitting from my fingertips and I was immensely glad to have it there again. Peering into the dim light at the back of the cave, I saw something huge settled onto the sand, tucked into the shadows.

  I increased the ampage on my energy and lifted my hand, illuminating the back wall. The first thing I noted was the enormous, slanted blue eyes. The rest of the thing seemed to be all body and no limbs, snakelike. It had a massive head, a broad, flat snout, and tiny, pointed ears that stuck upright from its head, like a cat’s. The snakelike body was silvery, its scales glistening gold and silver in the spark from my magic. I couldn’t tell how long it was, but it was long enough to give me pause. The circumference of its body looked to be around twenty feet. When it lowered its head, wide, slitted nostrils flaring, I saw a tiny set of wings fluttering on its back. They didn’t look like dragon wings, more like water wings.

  “Who are you?”

  “You may call me Nestrada.” The creature’s voice was almost too beautiful to bear. It slipped along my spine and made my stomach tighten with fear. Melodic and rich, the tones felt magic-induced, meant to soothe potential prey.

  I frowned. “Okay. Let me try this again. What are you? And what have you done with Dialle?”

  The thing slid its beautiful blue gaze over Gerch, its wings fluttering. “This one is ugly.”

  Gerch scowled. “Bite me, bitch.”

  I grinned. Dialle’s right-hand man had definitely
been spending too much time around me. The creature’s mouth opened, showing long, curving ivory that gleamed in the light from my power. I decided I’d better translate or Gerch would become fast food even more quickly than he’d anticipated. “I don’t think he meant that literally.”

  The creature’s flesh rippled in a shudder. “I am glad. I think I would find him tough and repulsive.”

  “You didn’t answer my question. What have you done with Dialle?”

  Nestrada dipped her head again, flaring her nostrils. I realized that must be her way of sizing me up. “You are attractive. But small. I have heard stories. I expected a much larger creature.”

  I sighed. Why did this always come up? “I’m much bigger on the inside.”

  Nestrada seemed to be thinking about this for a moment. Finally she lifted her snout, her elongated form beginning to unfurl. “Come, I will take you to your handsome king. I know not what he plans, only that he needs my help to accomplish it. And I also know the price he will pay for that help.”

  I glanced at Gerch. With her words, he’d lost some of the vibrant-red color in his wide face. “What exactly is that price, Nestrada?”

  She ignored him, unfurling endlessly as the first part of her body slithered away and disappeared down a wide, low-ceilinged passageway. As she kept uncoiling I realized with a pang that she was even more enormous than I’d feared. She was covered in silvery scales that were darker along her back and sides, turning the colors of an opal on her wide belly. Situated low on her sides, two rows of jagged spines gleamed like knives, occasionally scraping against the rocky walls as she slithered. When only her tail was visible, it snapped sideways to propel her more deeply into the passage and the two long spikes on the end ripped deep furrows into the heavy sand, sending it into the air in a stinging spray.

  I spit sand from my mouth and started after her.

  “I don’t like this, Astra.”

  “Ya think? Just be ready.”

  “For what?”

  I shrugged. “Expect the worst. I’ve learned the worst-case scenarios usually find me first.”

  Chapter Fourteen