“Like a later inheritance, for example,” my dad continued in the same tone. “Passing on your wealth to your offspring like we did with you. Gives you a leg up in the world. And your inheritance is vital. Is Temple Industries doing well? It’s important. I put my life into that,” he said in a warning tone. In the dirt, he had scratched another message.
Fuck the company.
I blinked rapidly, trying to keep up. “I… lost it. With the Brothers Grimm…”
He growled, kicking out a leg in frustration, conveniently scuffing his message.
My mother sighed empathetically, squeezing my thigh. “Well, don’t waste the rest of your inheritance. You should have plenty to rebuild as needed.”
Her eyes flicked to my satchel, but the rest of her body didn’t move. “I wish you hadn’t come to this hellish cave. This ocean of stone. This mausoleum…” she said sadly, wiping her nose for effect. “I didn’t want you to see us like this… In the House of the Dead…” her eyes again touched my satchel, but she disguised it well.
Those words… were specifically chosen. We had often played games like this. Hiding conversations within conversations. A family pastime.
Cave. Ocean of stone. She was talking about our cave in Fae, where I had been born. Where we had watched thunderstorms rolling in over the ocean of rock. Where Pan had given me the War Hammer.
And the House of the Dead. Mausoleum. She was referring to the Temple Mausoleum… Where they had left the Hourglass and the Hand of God for me.
Inheritance, indeed.
I squeezed her thigh in a specific pattern, trying to calm my racing pulse. “I had to see you again.” My squeezes spelled out YES in Morse Code. She sobbed at the gesture and message, placing her hand atop mine. If I had been wrong about the secret conversation she would have looked at me strangely, for squeezing her leg in such an oddly specific sequence. “As painful as this is, I will hold this memory close to my heart for the rest of my life,” I said, letting my hand – seemingly coincidentally – brush my satchel. They will always be safe beside me, the gesture said. “I always hoped I would see you again,” I added with a faint smile.
She nodded sadly. “Hope… such a small word. And, of course, the first letter has three parts, like you three heroes. Three lines that form something greater, a cornerstone. A foundation. Strong enough to come down to even this place…” She blinked as if at a new thought, then smiled. “Not unlike our family, back together against all odds,” she smiled, nudging both mine and my dad’s ribs playfully. She leaned forward, making a show of picking up a rock.
“Oh, not your doodling again. He’s not a child, Makayla,” my dad complained tiredly.
“Hush, Calvin,” she chided sternly. “This is about how we met. I’ve always wanted to tell him myself.” My father sighed in resignation, but his eyes were tight with concern. She turned back to me. “Humor an old mother for a moment, Wylde.” She started, as if the name had been an accident. And perhaps it was. Or perhaps it wasn’t. “Two arrogant wizards with the same goal, but not romantic together.” She drew two parallel lines. “Then…” she added a horizontal line connecting the two, and forming an H. “You came along and brought us all together… Made us a family.” Her eyes confirmed to me she wasn’t just talking about us three. Or even Carl, Talon and me.
Was she referring to my inheritance? The three things they had given me?
The Hand of God.
The Hourglass.
The War Hammer.
“Three lines… Three… Such a powerful number,” she mused, sounding lost in her thoughts. “Like a pyramid or tripod, perhaps…. It can’t stand without that third leg, can it?” she murmured absently. The Hand of God was shaped like a pyramid… Or was she talking about Talon and Carl keeping me balanced? She drew the letter A into the rock, making it look like she was just fidgeting to avoid looking in my eyes.
She was trying very hard not to say something. A for… Alex? Arete?
“All vital. Without one, the tripod falls. A strong blow from a hammer can knock these sticks down, of course.” She scored a line through her drawing, but her eyes flickered to where Anubis’ throne sat in the distance, making her warning obvious. Anubis was a hammer that could destroy them. But… why didn’t she hide this warning?
“But the right hammer can also forge things together with the right heat. Three legs… A young man can be equally important,” she said, jerking her chin towards Talon and Carl. “But I guess it all depends on what the leg is made of. An empty pyramid wouldn’t be valuable without treasure inside, of course. Bah, I’m just babbling now.”
My dad spoke gently, placing an arm on her shoulder. “I think what she means is that you three are important. Friends are important. Family is important. Keep each other safe, and your heart will never be empty.”
My mother nodded in embarrassment, but I was getting confused. Were we talking about us or the inherited gifts? Or both? At least I knew that if I was confused, anyone watching had to feel drunk. My mother smiled at us warmly. “My Three Musketeers. All for one and one for all.” I glanced down at the dirt where my dad was scratching absently, but not looking at his hand.
For = are.
I kept my face blank. Switching words? I replayed my mother’s statement, replacing the word for with are. All are one and one are all. I had no idea what it meant, but if I ever got out of here, I was going to have a migraine.
“We love you, my son. My Wylde…” she laughed messily, ruffling my hair. “I’ve wanted to call you that again for so long…”
“Never fear for us, Wylde. We love you, even if we never showed it properly. We gladly accept the consequences. Temples always pay the piper. No one else pays our debts.”
I barely concealed my jolt at the phrase. Pay the piper…
As one, their gazes locked across the ocean of lava towards Anubis’ throne, and they evaporated into puffs of smoke.
A moment later, we were suddenly standing before the throne again.
“So, your parents want you to pay the piper, do they?” Anubis said, sounding amused.
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I scowled back at him for good measure. “You listened in? How… considerate of you.”
His fingers clenched the throne as he leaned forward. “This is my home, Wylde. I may do as I wish.” He studied me skeptically, as if trying to decipher the rest of our conversation. I just glared back. I could barely understand what our conversation had been about, so I had little fear he could. Hell, maybe he could explain it to me.
We stared at each other in silence. Something was bothering me about him. I expected him to be grumpy, agitated, even a giant asshole. He was all that, sure, but something was… off. Like he was personally angry with me for something I had done. Or hadn’t done. He’d mentioned keys, and that I didn’t have enough of the golden light. And that his wardens would have taken me here without all this trouble. All this cost.
Maybe those glass blades had been offering hugs.
I suddenly realized I had no shirt and that my coat hung open. It was too late to hide it, so I just glanced down. My chest glowed with the golden light, visible to all. I looked back up at Anubis uncertainly.
He shook his head. I could have sworn I heard him murmur still not enough!
I was just glad that I hadn’t just ruined everything by revealing what my father had shown me.
“Your request was granted, but now it is time to pay,” Anubis snarled in a harsh tone. Even though his mask didn’t show emotion, I was sure he smiled as he abruptly stabbed Virgil in the chest, ripping out his heart in one swift motion. My heart almost erupted from my chest, and Talon and Carl were suddenly gripping their weapons.
Anubis slowly lifted the still beating heart up before him, showing the three of us. Virgil folded to his knees, staring through vacant, pain-filled eyes. Was he still in there? He hadn’t ever showed emotion before, but something about that blank look screamed agony.
“Eat. And welcome to y
our new home. One of you at least. I have need of a new guide.”
I stared at the Lord of the Dead in horror. “What?”
“Dante has fulfilled his duty. It is time for the next guide to take his place. To learn the map.”
“I don’t care about Dante!” I argued. “I’m talking about Virgil!” I pointed at the dead poet.
“Those who accept the protection of a guide must replace him. In your case, you wisely brought two candidates with you. One of you must pay the price and become my new guide. Dante replaced Virgil, now one of you must replace Dante. The Circle of Life,” he chuckled darkly.
I shook my head slowly, thinking. “One of us must stay and learn the map,” I said.
Anubis grunted. “This is the map,” he said, shaking the heart in his fist. “Take a bite and gain knowledge of the paths of Hell. All paths. All ways.”
I shivered, even imagining eating the proffered fruit of knowledge and the disgusting twist on the apple from the Garden of Eden story. Then I had an idea. “Wait,” I shouted, flinging out my hands as I sensed Talon and Carl readying themselves to take it before I could. They grunted, pressing against my palms as a sign that if my plan didn’t work they were going to go through me to get to that heart.
“Virg— Dante said we could also pay with something other than a life. What is the price?”
Anubis almost shattered the heart in his fist and those indigo sockets of flame for eyes pulsed darker, if at all possible. He pointed at my glowing chest. “You don’t have enough to pay!” he spat angrily.
And I suddenly understood why he had seemed so angry. He had wanted my god juice. But… I didn’t have enough in me. Even seeing the concentration at my heart, it wasn’t enough to slake his thirst. But for him to be angry meant that he hadn’t wanted one of us to replace his guide.
He had wanted that power instead.
But already knowing I didn’t have enough power, he had started off by killing Dante.
My parents had called me the Catalyst. Which meant the precursor. Maybe my time had ended. I had been the Catalyst. For whatever this was. I had kicked off… whatever was coming. I was the glue that held everyone together. The last piece… But by myself, I was just a lone line. I needed my friends – the other two lines – but they needed me, too. To form our triumvirate.
I couldn’t let my friends pay this price. My parents had said that we all needed to watch out for each other. That three legs were strong. I didn’t understand all of it, but I was confident about this. The three of us needed to survive. To keep each other safe. Which meant that whoever remained down here needed to escape. Somehow.
Carl, who had risked his life repeatedly down here to keep me alive and fight back my enemies. Even though he had repeatedly made it sound like Hell would be fun for him. But even as powerful as he was, he didn’t stand a chance of escaping. And he didn’t have the motivation. He would calmly accept his imprisonment, never trying to escape, because he hadn’t understood the subtle messages my parents offered. He would proudly pay the price of his life to keep me safe, and that was that. He might even like it down here, judging from what I had seen.
Talon was physically strong, ruthless in battle, and loyal to a fault. He would pay this price for the young boy who had given him a name. He would pay the price of being my Shadow – my guardian – without blinking. He would be so satisfied with the fact that he had done me a solid, that he would never try to flee – to tarnish his last act of devotion to his friend.
It had to be me. I was the only asshole stupid enough to attempt a prison break. The only one possibly strong enough.
Temples always pay the piper. No one else pays our debts.
I still had my satchel. With the three items my mother had mentioned inside. Anubis hadn’t taken my Horseman Mask away. He’d said he had nullified it, but maybe I could find a way around that. I was clever. Sneaky. And had always found a way to pick up some new magical trick that pulled my ass out of the fire. Whether I knew a way out or not, I was the only one who had even the slightest chance to get back out.
I knew that if I left one of them here, I would never be welcomed back to rescue them, and that even if I could, I would be right back in this same position – with someone needing to replace the guide – either Talon or Carl. Which defeated the purpose, because they would ultimately die. The only way out of this was to become the guide and find my own way out.
And that person had to be me.
Talon and Carl surged forward on either side of me, as if sensing my inner decision, but I suddenly cast a whip of red fire at the heart, snatching it up and yanking it back towards me. Anubis didn’t even flinch in fear, although I heard the teakettle Candy Skulls hiss in outrage behind me, fearing I had attacked their boss.
I caught the ice-cold heart in my fist and took a bite before Talon and Carl could do anything to stop me. Pay the piper… I thought to myself.
Sugary sweetness rolled over my tongue as the flesh disintegrated like cotton candy in my mouth. It tasted like… an apple. I shivered at that thought, swallowing it. And liquid metal roared through my veins as the hammer of knowledge abruptly pounded my mind like it was an anvil. The paths to Hell were seared into my brain with each hammer stroke of my heartbeat.
Talon and Carl faced me, their faces slowly clearing of the smudges to reveal outraged horror.
“I thought it would be you,” Anubis muttered. “Such a foolish mortal. To lose it all to talk to mommy and daddy again. Only to walk into your own prison cell right beside them.” I flinched at that. His icy smile held no humor. “Figuratively speaking, of course. You won’t be talking to them again. Ever.” He shook his head, brushing off his hands. “Don’t you realize how pointless that was? To risk your life to only pay with your life?” He sounded angry. Angry at the situation. Angry that I hadn’t been able to pay him with power – the golden light of a dead God.
“I’ve never claimed to be that bright. But I always pay for my ignorance.” I tried to ignore the constant pounding in my temples.
The fire in his eyes made me frown. As if briefly letting me know he would have given almost anything for Talon or Carl to have taken the heart first. Or just regretting my lack of god juice.
“Time to say goodbye to your friends,” Anubis said coldly.
Talon shook his head at me, tears leaking down his furred cheeks. Both angrier than he had ever been and terrified for me. Perhaps even for himself. I was the only family he had.
Carl studied me with narrowed eyes, as if trying to read my mind, or find a way out of the situation. I smiled sadly at him.
“Brothers, keep my friends safe. Please. It was an honor to know you. To fight beside you.”
I couldn’t let them think of a rescue. I couldn’t voice that I would do my best to be my own rescue. I couldn’t give them false hope like that. It would eat them alive for the rest of their days. And I didn’t want to alert Anubis of my plan, either. I was about to hand over my satchel – someone needed to take care of what my parents had warned about – when they simply disappeared. My hand hadn’t even begun to move yet.
I gasped, rounding on Anubis angrily, ready to demand to know where he had sent them.
“Don’t concern yourself with them. They are home in your world,” he muttered. “I’ll take you to your rooms.” He climbed down the stairs in swift strides, grasped my shoulder before I could open my mouth, and we were suddenly in a world of darkness. We stood on a red stone dripping with blood, almost slippery with it.
But around us was nothingness.
I had the sensation of movement, but there was simply no way to tell.
I grunted, almost gripping my head as the pounding flared hotter for a moment. I closed my eyes and a massive, dauntingly complicated labyrinth was clearly floating in my mind. Paths, levels, stairs, holes, traps, caverns, crisscrossing all over this world.
The map to Hell. I hissed at the pain, but also the magnitude of it.
It was nothing like
Botticelli’s illuminated manuscript. That was a toddler’s finger-painting.
The map was so large and complex that my hope of ever finding a way out died by suicide right there. I could never walk that far, and I hadn’t been given a key like Virgil.
It would take years to truly understand the place, let alone map out an escape plan.
And every step I took would be through other prisons, other cells, not even counting trying to sneak past the Candy Skull wardens. It was hopeless.
Anubis grunted, still gripping my shoulder with his obsidian claw. Not hard enough to pierce skin, but not light enough to let me detach myself either. “The pain will fade soon.” He let out a light laugh. “Well, the pain of the map will fade. Your position as guide is somewhat better than the other residents, but I only have one open cell that can contain you at the moment. Until you are called upon, you are much like any other prisoner. Confined to your cell.” I looked up at him and realized how tall he was. His chest was directly in line with my eyes, that regal black jackal head staring straight ahead. Despite no opening in the mouth, his voice was clear, not muffled.
“I had such high hopes for you, Temple. Such high hopes.”
I blinked at him. “I didn’t really know what I was walking into. Maybe if I had been better prepared…” I muttered. “Like telling me those clowns were offering me a free ride.”
He grunted. “You have never known what you are walking into, and are rarely prepared, yet you have always prevailed. I had hoped for the same today…” he trailed off. His tone was kind of like my father used to tell me I’m not mad at you. I’m just disappointed.
I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but he interrupted me.
“I mentioned repayment for being molested on your way to my throne. If I were you, I would consider the advice many give on surviving the first day of a prison sentence.”
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