Birthright - Book 2 of the Legacy Series (An Urban Fantasy Novel) (20 page)

“That sounds nice, Dad,” I said. “We have a lesson this afternoon. How about after we finish?”

“Yes, of course. I look forward to it.”

Breakfast didn’t last much longer after that. We remained at the table for ten minutes, eating at a slower pace now that we were no longer on the verge of starvation, and after a while we excused ourselves.

“That was… different,” said Gil, the moment we were alone in our study.

“He’s a bastard, Gil. It was a mask, a rehearsed speech,” I retorted. “No second thoughts,” I added.

“I wasn’t having any,” she replied coldly.

“Good, because we have a lot of work to do,” came a cold voice behind us. Mephisto came into view and sat down.

“I managed to get a sample of the chemical Crowley is providing your father, as well as more details on the Siphoning Ritual,” he continued. “It seems that your father requires both of you as well as your mother for the Ritual.”

“Yeah, we already know that,” I replied.

“What you don’t know, Master Erik, is the reason why. The spell requires a blood bond, and there is no bond more powerful than that between mother and child. Magic such as this requires nothing but the strongest elements. His blood alone, it seems, is not sufficient.”

“Yeah, I remember reading something about blood bonds in Erik’s copy,” commented Gil.

“And you never mentioned it?” I directed at Gil.

“What did it matter, Erik,” she coolly replied. “Either way, we die and our dead mother gets desecrated.”

“Don’t you start turning morbid, Gil,” I said. “Let’s not mess with our system. You do the thinking, I do the killing. So, you tell me how to kill it and step back. You do not get to hit anyone, especially our father.”

“And why not?” She stood up and kicked the chair. Mephisto’s eyebrows rose an inch.

Gil never loses her cool. That was my thing. She never wants to hurt anything that doesn’t deserve it.

“She’s my mother, too, dammit. And he’s my father. So, why shouldn’t I get to dirty my hands? Why do I always have to watch?” she screamed.

“Because I can’t have you break down on me!” Before I knew it I was standing too, screaming back at my sibling. “Because you will freeze up. Because you cannot kill him. You don’t hate him enough. You will freeze and he will kill you, and then I’ll have to bury three family members instead of
two
!”

“And what makes you so damn special that you can just shut off the fact that he’s your dad?”

“I saw him kill us,” I said. “I saw him stab you and then stab me. All the while Crowley was eating our mother’s corpse. So, whatever love I had for him disappeared the moment I saw that journal with his plans scribbled all over and our dead mother stashed in his office.”

Gil buried her head in her hands and sat back down. I could hear her taking deep breaths. I sat down.

“Speaking of Crowley,” said Mephisto. The demon had remained motionless during that spectacle, with only a faint smile on his lips. The bastard must have enjoyed this. “I have news with regarding him. The drug he is providing your father is a unique blend of some of the rarest materials and minerals in the world. Indeed, this is quite innovative.” He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small vial of clear, violet liquid. “This may just change the magical world as we know it.”

“How so?” I asked.

“This concoction forcibly channels magic through the wizard’s core. Sort of a pump of magical currents found naturally in the body. It is designed for short-term use, granting temporary boosts. Too much use of it may result in permanent loss of magic. One can literally burn out one’s pathways, so to speak.”

“I guess that’s not a problem for Dad since he’s losing magic either way,” I said, looking at the repulsive violet liquid slowly rippling inside the vial.

“Yes, I suppose that would be the mentality your father is going with,” said Mephisto. “But I’m afraid there is more to it than that. The formula can be improved. Crowley has managed to infuse your mother’s DNA with the chemical, making it a hundred times more powerful. This new formula is tailor-made for your father, who is a descendent of the Ashendale bloodline, the same as your mother.”

“Yet another reason why inbreeding is not a good idea,” I muttered.

“Yes, well, perhaps this next part will stimulate your jesting mind,” said Mephisto. “Tonight, since the Ritual artifact is missing, your father will inject copious amounts of this newer formula, and it will temporarily allow his body to be powerful enough to conduct the spell without the channel. In essence, this formula will allow your father to become the channel for the Ritual.”

“Oh,” I said. “Damn.”

“Indeed,” replied Mephisto. “As such, I would suggest that you strike before this happens. Once he injects that formula, I do not know how strong he might get.”

“Okay, got it. Hit before magical liquid goes in. Anything else?”

“Yes,” he said. “Your sword. Use it. Neither one of you will be powerful enough to take on your father. Your channel will serve you well. I suggest you retrieve it and spend the next few hours hidden in the forest as you familiarize yourself with its mechanics. Remember — listen to the weapon and the essence inside it. It will guide you.”

He stood up. “And let us not forget Alastair Crowley. I do not know anything about his power, save his proficiency with chemicals. I know he’s human, however twisted.”

“Then, Gil can take him,” I said. She looked up. “This is the guy who killed Mom, Gil. I know it. Mephisto is saying we gotta play the observing game with him, and you can keep him at bay with some long-range spells.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want you anywhere near Dad when this goes down. Leave this to me. You keep Crowley busy.” She nodded. “That’s settled then,” I said.

“Miss Gil,” said Mephisto. “While Erik is training, I would like to show you a few things which may prove useful against Crowley.”

“Thank you,” she replied quietly.

“Thanks,” I echoed. I meant it. Despite what I thought about Mephisto, he really came through when the crap hit the fan.

“As I said earlier in the forest,” he replied, “I do not work for free. Everything has its price.”

Scratch that. This guy was still an asshole.

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“My brother,” he said. “I want him freed.”

“Why? From what I could gather, you guys don’t like each other.”

“Yes. But I still want him freed,” insisted the demon. “Master Erik, why do you think I am under contract to this family? Did it ever occur to you that I may have a hidden agenda?”

“Many times.”

“Well, I do. And I need my brother Amaymon to be his usual destructive self instead of a feline statue. What you do with him once he is no longer sealed is up to you. You may opt to kill him, which would suit me just fine. Or you may choose to contract him, in which case he kills you. Either way, I win.”

I glared silently at the demon. So, he wanted his brother dead for some reason. Or I could die and that would give him an advantage of sorts. The question was – what advantage could he possibly gain from my death? Other than pure sadistic pleasure, I mean. What game was he playing? He had never asked anything of us.

Then again, we never asked anything of him. He had done his job and then left, like a good servant. He helped us of his own free will. Some part of me dropped my guard around him after he helped me get into my Dad’s office. How dumb of me. This was the same demon who locked me and my sister inside a typhoon with a raging phoenix in the middle, just to test our limits.

And now, we were indebted to him.

“Fine,” I said through clenched teeth. The words tasted bitter in my mouth. “We win, the cat goes free.”

“Excellent. I am afraid that once the battle starts, I will disappear, for both your safety and mine. This civil war does not concern me, nor will I allow myself to be used as leverage.”

“What if Dad summons you?” asked Gil.

“I have found enough loopholes in my contract with your father to do pretty much anything other than slit his throat myself,” replied Mephisto. “I should be able to make myself scarce.”

I spent the afternoon trekking through the forest again. I took the longer route, circling a couple of times and taking erratic directions around where I actually wanted to end up. I trekked for hours, but it was necessary just in case my father decided to have someone discreetly tag me. I didn’t see anyone, but you can’t be too careful.

I recognized the stones we sat on earlier that morning. The key to navigation in any environment is landmarks. You pick out a few spots, give them some cute name, and burn them into your memory. After spending my adolescence running around these woods, there were very few corners I didn’t know about. I made it back to where I had hidden that short sword and dug it out. There it was, still wrapped in that blanket, its leather-wrapped handle sticking out an inch or two.

I discarded the blanket and twirled the sword around once. The hike had centered my mind. It was easy to find your Zen among the trees. No unnecessary sounds, just the lyrical rustling of leaves and animal noises harmonizing together like a choir. To a stranger, it was noise, just the way the population of the forest showed it was still alive. But to me, who had always found sanctuary here, it was the most beautiful sound you could think of. It was the sound of home.

And that was exactly the feeling I channeled into that weird, small sword. I felt my magic flow through it, encompassing the weapon as if it were a part of my hand. As if I were born with my fingers wrapped around that weapon. I raised my right hand, pointing the blade at the trees above me. It was faint at first, but as a blue light encompassed the blade and grew more intense, the peace within me grew.

This was unlike any channel I had ever used before. Crystals, potions, matchsticks and pieces of wood were just objects, junk that any two-bit practitioner could pick up at a local store. But this was different. This sword was alive. The Jinn’s essence inside it was resonating with my soul, acting as a part of me.

No, it
was
me. I was the weapon and the weapon was me. This was my channel and it channeled my magic. It was my magic. It was as intricate a part of Erik Ashendale’s magic as blood is intricate to the body.

I gazed at the blade, now bathing the surrounding foliage with azure light, and my mind filled with possibilities. This was my gateway to magic, my magic and power. I smiled. There was no need for trial and error here.

I knew exactly what to do.

“Progress, I see.” The black dog sat down just close enough to be heard. I put my sword down and wiped the sweat off my brow. Around me, destruction was evident. Felled trees, crushed rock and cratered ground - it looked like a small meteorite had crashed.

“It’s time,” said Mephisto. The dog took off with unnatural speed, zigzagging in between trees like a furry black bullet. I ran after it, almost keeping up with it. I was surprised I had that much energy left. After training for hours with Djinn, I imagined I’d be exhausted. And yet I felt refreshed, like I could go a couple of rounds with that phoenix and come out on top.

I met Gil at the entrance of the house.

“It’s time,” she said grimly.

“Stick to the plan,” I said as I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“Good luck, children.” Mephisto, in his creepy butler form, bowed with one hand bent in front of him and the other behind his back. “I enjoyed instructing you. Try not to die badly.” The wind picked up and his form dissolved into nothing. I had a feeling this was the last time we could count on him. We were on our own from now on.

I nodded at Gil and marched all the way down to the Zoo. The Ritual would take place there. Instead of waiting to be summoned like dogs, we opted for an ambush and strike them when they least expected it.

“Hey, you’re not authorized to be here,” said one of two guards at the entrance to the basement.

Without missing a beat, I flipped Djinn’s blade and drove the pommel of the sword into his sternum. The soldier gasped and his eyes snapped wide open as he fought for breath. As he bent over, I drove my knee into his face and he slumped. The other soldier aimed his gun at me. Keeping the momentum of my strike, I spun and snapped my fist backwards. Djinn’s blade penetrated the gun, and as I kept spinning I tore the weapon from his grip and sent it flying across the room. My left fist connected with his throat, and he fell face forward without a sound.

Gil remained rooted on the spot, still shocked at having a gun pointed at her face. She let out a low whistle at my impromptu ninja skills.

“I never liked the idea of soldiers inside the damn house,” I muttered. I ripped off one of their keycards and we got into the elevator.

I heard my Dad arguing with Crowley once our elevator doors opened. We got off and walked across the corridor until we reached a wooden door and stopped behind it, listening.

“They should be here shortly,” I heard Dad say. “I can’t find that useless demon anywhere. Is everything ready?”

“No,” replied Crowley. “I am telling you something is amiss. One of my samples is missing, and I refuse to provide you with anymore unless you resolve your mess.” I heard a fist bang against a table. “It’s your children, I know it. They must suspect something.”

“They don’t know anything,” replied Dad. “A hothead like Erik would have come after me a long time ago if he had seen the coffin.”

“Well, I refuse to give you any more of the formula unless you clean up your mess. Find the Athame and kill your children on your own. I want a better reward for such an effort.”

“And what the hell do you want more of? You get her corpse and any residual magic in it. Isn’t that what you do?”

Crowley let out sharp yell. “The boy! I want a taste of the boy. His magic is simply astounding.”

“No!” Dad’s voice made the door we were behind shudder. “Both of them are mine!
My
power! You get our resources and our protection. But their power is mine!”

“Without my formula, you are nothing,” spat back Crowley. There was a pause before Crowley spoke again. “Fine. I want their corpses. Intact and fresh off the Ritual. I want to decay them myself. And I want the Athame once you retrieve it. There is power there. This is my final offer.”