Tantrics Of Old (41 page)

Adri looked at him. Aurcoe now looked like the human guise he used to keep, except that his body was now better built than before. Angels were created ready for war.

‘You still have a paunch,’ Adri said.

‘I am beautiful,’ Aurcoe said. ‘I am everything I wanted to be and your cheap comments cannot possibly take that away.’ His wings flapped and he rose into the air, effortlessly.

‘Find out,’ Adri said with finality.

‘Yes. And if you are still alive after your little escapade, I will find you,’ the newborn Angel replied, and then flew up, skirting around the tree branches. They watched him fly away and out of the park and towards the MYTH camp.

‘That is the way to travel, huh?’ Gray said, fascinated.

‘Well, he’s an Angel now,’ Adri replied.

‘You gave him an easy way out,’ the old man said.

Adri turned to him. ‘He has done as he had promised.’

‘He did not rightfully earn the wings he now wears,’ the old man replied. ‘And you know it well.’

‘I would keep my word even with filth like that,’ Adri said.

‘You
did
blackmail him though,’ Gray shrugged.

‘Aurcoe is dangerous. He’s best kept under weight than let free,’ Adri observed.

‘Your wisdom guides you well, I can see that,’ the storyteller said. ‘The path ahead is not easy for you. Your rewards will be much harsher earned than Aurcoe’s.’

Adri looked seriously at the old man. ‘What are you trying to tell me, Dadu?’

‘The legends say that the Horsemen are not mortal,’ the old man said.

‘That doesn’t mean they are immortal.’

‘But the way you choose is foolish. There is no sense in confronting Death without the knowledge to end him.’

‘Do you know how I must confront Death then?’ Adri asked.

‘No. But I can do something else, I can guide you to someone who might know.’

‘Who?’

‘There is a banished Tantric who is now a sadhu. No doubt you have heard tales of him; he is called Kali. His specialty, when it comes to open combat, is always weakness—he studied weaknesses to the core even when he was with the government.’

‘I have heard rumours about him, yes,’ Adri said.

‘They say he is mad,’ Gray spoke, his eyes wide.

‘And that MYTH banished him because the Seven got afraid of him and his capabilities,’ Adri continued, ‘and, the only Necromancer my father never talked about.’

‘He was greatly gifted,’ the old man said. ‘And there are many who consider him more powerful than your father, though that is an eternal debate among young trainee Tantrics and old veteran Tantrics alike.’

‘But are you suggesting we go to him?’ Gray asked. ‘He doesn’t sound friendly.’

‘He is quite, ah,
disturbed
. But his mind is still as brilliant as it once was. You might get your answers and get them well.
Getting
to him might be a little tougher than usual though.’

‘Where is he?’

‘His temple is somewhere in the centre of the
Bishakto Jongol
, the venomous forest. Be careful, but then I do not need to tell you that, do I?’ The old man smiled at Adri. ‘You have been there before, young one. I can see it in your eyes.’

‘Not much, but yes,’ Adri said softly.

‘Why does that not sound good?’ Gray asked Fayne. ‘I mean, it’s called a bloody venomous forest! Why do we have to go through such places?’

‘My skills are not getting rusty,
myrkho
. You will not find me complaining,’ Fayne said. ‘I thought protection of the
fatiya
would be a dull job until I met this Tantric.’

Gray almost choked. ‘Why am I not surprised? Who am I talking to anyway—an assassin! Both of you—you and this damned Tantric—you get off on all this! You
like
staying on the edge! Why am I the only one who wants to take the longer way around?’

‘You could get really good with that shotgun if you took an interest in it,’ Fayne said calmly. ‘It is a noble weapon, not deserving the likes of you.’

Gray seemed to be swelling with rage and disbelief. Adri turned to him. ‘There is no way around—even if we were only tracking the Devil Mask, we would have to go through the forest to Howrah if we were to beat the MYTH forces to it. They will doubtlessly not risk it.’

A large part of Old Kolkata had been dominated by flora, but unlike Jadavpur University, there were entire parts of the city that the trees engulfed completely. Most of the buildings were destroyed, but few still stood; there were many trees and little sunlight in these areas, making them humid and swampy—thick with venoms and all kinds of wildlife. These were the nature ruled areas of the city; even the Demons would not tread into the
Bishakto Jongol
unless it was completely necessary. The government, after losing a tremendous amount of men to the forest decided to name it an officially out-of-bounds area. The forest covered a large stretch west of Narkeldanga and frayed out near Howrah.

‘It will rain,’ the old man said, looking at the cloudless sky. ‘I’m saying it again, by no means will your journey be an easy one.’

Adri had respect for the old man’s judgment and did not question him. He was grateful for the knowledge and the help the old man had provided, and he thanked him the best he could.

‘It hasn’t been easy so far either, though,’ Gray muttered. ‘I mean, I wouldn’t call this easy.’

It hadn’t been, Adri thought. But then, this was really what was expected from the Old City. It tested you and threw quite a lot your way, but if you could take it, then it would let you through. There was a lot more they had to see now. A lot more. Adri had now found the main reason as to why he was being hunted, and its implications. There were people who did not believe in the Apocalypse and he had been one among them. But that was earlier. Now he had witnessed things, discovered the existence of the Horsemen, seen the Old City change and behave differently, had his father disappear, and listened to whispers of the end and songs of Doomsday that only confirmed what he had previously thought lore. He could feel it in the air of the city, what the Angels were feeling.

Something was coming.

‘We should move out, then,’ Adri told Gray and Fayne.

‘Adri,’ Gray said. ‘What about Maya?’

‘I shall make sure we find the Devil Mask before I find Death,’ Adri replied.

‘How do we force her out of the creature without killing it?’

‘I will discuss my idea when the time comes.’

You’re planning to kill her, aren’t you?
the Wraith spoke gleefully.
You’re one clever bastard. You needed her and her sibling to just point out the way to the Angel. And now that you have the Angel’s permission to not let her live if an extraction isn’t possible, you’re simply going to kill her once she’s in the Devil Mask. Gray cannot blame you, you will simply point at Kaavsh. Hence you cannot discuss your idea now
.

‘Know your place, Wraith,’ Adri said quietly.

I’m starting to know you better, Adri Sen. And I actually like what I see. We could have been friends if I had met you in my lifetime
.

‘I do what is necessary,’ Adri said.

Quite the statement. The protector of peace, are you, now?

Adri ignored the Wraith.

‘Let us eat here,’ Fayne said.

Adri, who was stooping to pick up his backpack, stopped. ‘All right,’ he said in agreement. ‘Will you eat with us, Dadu?’

‘If you offer me food, I will not decline,’ the storyteller replied.

They had their food cold and directly out of cans. Gray, chewing beans, looked at Fayne. ‘You do not eat. I have never seen you eat. You just keep drinking from that hip flask of yours.’

Fayne, who had just taken a few sips from the flask, kept it back within his robe and pulled his mask back down. He said nothing.

‘What do you keep drinking?’ Gray persisted.

‘Blood,’ Fayne said.

‘
Blood
?
Human
blood? Why?’

‘Because he’s half witch,’ Adri said. ‘It is a necessary sacrifice on his part.’

‘It has everything I need for my nourishment. I can survive only on this,’ Fayne said.

‘But you’re a damn
vampire
!’ Gray squealed.

‘It is human blood, correct. But it is treated in a certain brew; drinking raw blood would be too
overwhelming
.’

‘So you can’t eat food?’

‘He can, Gray,’ Adri said. ‘It will just take a
lot
of food to keep his reflexes up, to keep him in shape, and give him the energy he needs. One drink of treated blood can do the same.’

‘What he said,’ Fayne said, nodding.

‘How do you get the human blood?’ Gray asked, curious.

‘Let’s not go there,
myrkho
,’ Fayne said.

‘Have you been in the venomous forest, Fayne?’ Adri asked.

‘
Rashkor
. I was never assigned to that forest. Those of my comrades who survived the forest claim they saw unbelievable things, things that are beyond what the supernatural presence in Old Kolkata is like. My fellow assassin, Monore Drassia, returned insane from there. That made him a more efficient killer in the years to come, but clients were rather
afraid
of his unpredictability and his obsession with the colour red. No, Tantric, bad things have happened in that forest.’

‘Can you take care of Maya well while we cross it?’

‘To the best of my ability,
pashlin
. I might be wary of the forest, but there is no fear involved.’

Silence returned to the group. Adri ate fast. The forest wasn’t far away, but “somewhere around the centre” wasn’t a good enough description for him, which meant they would have to do some searching. Kali did not make him optimistic. He would have to call some spirits. He told the others to eat slowly and take their time, and grabbing some ingredients, he hurried out of the park and onto the road where he drew a pentacle and started off a series of summonings.

It was raining. The clouds had appeared almost magically as they had drawn closer to the entrance of the forest. Not only had the clouds made the sun disappear, but now they were getting wet as they walked. Adri was annoyed, but he knew there was no other way. One could see where exactly the forest started—an ominous line of foliage in the distance, thick and unfathomable.

Adri held out his right hand as he walked; the raindrops, he found, soothed the itching that had developed a while back. The hand felt better, even though its condition was much worse. Something strange was happening to his ring finger—a scaly infection was slowly enveloping it. He could feel real scales growing on his skin and could not fathom why. The scales were dark in colour and tough to the touch. Initially, he had panicked, wanting to get rid of whatever it was as soon as possible. He had seen nothing like it before, and he was more than a little scared inside. But Tantric training was made of sterner stuff and he soon found a certain peace, even as he watched the infection grow. Weird things were known to happen in the Old City. There were diseases and ailments beyond control, beyond explanation. And this was just one of them. Sometimes things would get better, sometimes a healer would have to be visited. Either way, it did not hurt and it did not restrict his movements. As for a healer, Adri did not have time for healers. He did not have time. Period. The
Ai’n Duisht
weighed heavy and cold against his chest, and at times like this it drew attention to itself, to how it was all that stood between him and the Horseman. Adri knew that he was treading a thin line and that his luck was bound to run out soon. But there were things to do. If only the weather, at the very least, would be a little more forgiving.

The rain trickled off the scales on his hand and the water that seeped in to his skin felt good.

He was walking ahead with Gray and Fayne following him, Fayne carrying Maya. Gray walked faster and caught up with Adri.

‘Err, how’s the Wraith doing?’ he asked a bit nervously.

‘You can tell the assassin it is nowhere near taking control,’ Adri replied.

‘Oh, okay. Horrible weather, huh?’

‘Yes,’ Adri said.

They were getting closer to the first line of trees. The rain wasn’t heavy, and though it did not really drench them, it was a bother. Adri was glad most of his ingredients were in waterproof containers and pouches. His guns were probably waterproof, knowing the Gunsmith had made them.

Gray drew back to Fayne.

‘What did he say?’ the assassin asked.

‘He knew you had sent me,’ Gray said guiltily. ‘He says the Wraith is nowhere near controlling him.’

‘There is no shame in our distrust,
myrkho
,’ Fayne said calmly. ‘You must understand that we have to be wary of the Tantric. He has already given control to the Wraith once—and even if that saved us back there, the Wraith will have left some of its essence in his mind. Unless we can reach the place where the Wraith will depart, it might take control of him, in which case I will have to put him down.’

Gray nodded. ‘This feels horrible. He has done a lot for us, and he is going through a great deal himself. The last thing we should think about is killing him.’