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half to death.”
Bane shrugged. “All right; I will become invisible.”
“How will you talk to them, then?”
“You talk to them.”
“They will want to know how I got here, and I cannot tell them the truth. I could not have done it alone.”
“You could have come through the same portal as they did,” Bane said.
“For all we know, they have been here for millennia, in which case a strange angel arriving out of the blue would be most suspicious.”
“And a strange angel with a human companion will not?”
“Perhaps less so, since some humans have powers,” Majelin said.
“Mages, you mean.”
The archangel nodded. “Yes.”
“A black mage is only a little less unpleasant for mortals than a dark god, you know.”
“But without your power, you could be a blue mage.”
Bane muttered under his breath. “And if there is a bloody beast god here or demon hound, we will be dead. Or you will. Maybe.”
“They would not be alive if such a monster dwelt here.”
The Demon Lord threw up his hands. “Fine! You had be tter hope you are right, though.”
“They cannot harm us. They would not.”
“It is not them I am worried about. It is whatever we do not know about yet.”
“How long does it take you to Gather your power?” Majelin asked.
“Only a few moments, these days, unless there is another damned enchantment in here that prevents me from doing that, too.”
“Is that possible?”
“I do not know. I did not know it was possible to block a Move.”
“Try now, then.”
Bane extended a hand towards the shadows between the trees, and filaments of darkness oozed towards him like black strings. “It seems to work.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about, so do it.”
“You are becoming as bossy as Kayos.” Bane motioned to the archangel’s manacles. “Would you like me to remove those chains first?”
Majelin glanced down at them. “Yes.”
The Demon Lord stepped closer and touched the shackle on the archangel’s right wrist, and it parted and fell off with a clank. Majelin sighed and rubbed his callused skin. He had almost forgotten how good it was to be free. Bane touched the left shackle, and it joined the first on the ground, then he bent and freed Majelin’s ankles. When he straightened, the archangel nodded, avoiding his eyes. Somehow, he could not bring himself to thank the dark god. Not yet, anyway.
Bane spread his fingers again, and black fire poured from them like smoke, swirled on the leaves and sank into the ground. “Of course, with my luck, I will discover that I cannot regain the power once I have cast it out.”
“That seems unlikely. You have other powers, though, do you not?”
“Slight ones, but I cannot Move.”
“That ability does you no good right now, and we need their help.”
Bane snorted and frowned at the shadows he shed, and, when no more flowed from him, they set off towards the village. Majelin’s injuries ached, making him limp a little, and he longed for rest, hoping there was a medicine woman or healer amongst the villagers.
“Where are they?” Drevarin asked, frowning at Kayos’ Eye.
The younger god’s Eye had filled with swirling sparkles shortly after Bane had created a dark sphere and sunk into the magma sea. Drevarin and Sherinias now sat on either side of the Grey God, for his was the only Eye that still followed Bane, although at times the image was hazy, as if even his vast power was barely able to penetrate the wards.
Kayos shook his head. “They are still in this domain, but in a place so well warded that it blocks just about every kind of power or magic. Sherinias?”
The young goddess looked up. “Yes, Father?”
“Ask the Oracle.”
“Of course, Father.” Her expression became vacant for several minutes, then she shook her head, clearly mystified. “It does not know.”
Drevarin raised hi s brows. “How can it not know?”
“It does not. I do not know how, My Lord.”
“It is possible,”
Bane shrugged. “All right; I will become invisible.”
“How will you talk to them, then?”
“You talk to them.”
“They will want to know how I got here, and I cannot tell them the truth. I could not have done it alone.”
“You could have come through the same portal as they did,” Bane said.
“For all we know, they have been here for millennia, in which case a strange angel arriving out of the blue would be most suspicious.”
“And a strange angel with a human companion will not?”
“Perhaps less so, since some humans have powers,” Majelin said.
“Mages, you mean.”
The archangel nodded. “Yes.”
“A black mage is only a little less unpleasant for mortals than a dark god, you know.”
“But without your power, you could be a blue mage.”
Bane muttered under his breath. “And if there is a bloody beast god here or demon hound, we will be dead. Or you will. Maybe.”
“They would not be alive if such a monster dwelt here.”
The Demon Lord threw up his hands. “Fine! You had be tter hope you are right, though.”
“They cannot harm us. They would not.”
“It is not them I am worried about. It is whatever we do not know about yet.”
“How long does it take you to Gather your power?” Majelin asked.
“Only a few moments, these days, unless there is another damned enchantment in here that prevents me from doing that, too.”
“Is that possible?”
“I do not know. I did not know it was possible to block a Move.”
“Try now, then.”
Bane extended a hand towards the shadows between the trees, and filaments of darkness oozed towards him like black strings. “It seems to work.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about, so do it.”
“You are becoming as bossy as Kayos.” Bane motioned to the archangel’s manacles. “Would you like me to remove those chains first?”
Majelin glanced down at them. “Yes.”
The Demon Lord stepped closer and touched the shackle on the archangel’s right wrist, and it parted and fell off with a clank. Majelin sighed and rubbed his callused skin. He had almost forgotten how good it was to be free. Bane touched the left shackle, and it joined the first on the ground, then he bent and freed Majelin’s ankles. When he straightened, the archangel nodded, avoiding his eyes. Somehow, he could not bring himself to thank the dark god. Not yet, anyway.
Bane spread his fingers again, and black fire poured from them like smoke, swirled on the leaves and sank into the ground. “Of course, with my luck, I will discover that I cannot regain the power once I have cast it out.”
“That seems unlikely. You have other powers, though, do you not?”
“Slight ones, but I cannot Move.”
“That ability does you no good right now, and we need their help.”
Bane snorted and frowned at the shadows he shed, and, when no more flowed from him, they set off towards the village. Majelin’s injuries ached, making him limp a little, and he longed for rest, hoping there was a medicine woman or healer amongst the villagers.
“Where are they?” Drevarin asked, frowning at Kayos’ Eye.
The younger god’s Eye had filled with swirling sparkles shortly after Bane had created a dark sphere and sunk into the magma sea. Drevarin and Sherinias now sat on either side of the Grey God, for his was the only Eye that still followed Bane, although at times the image was hazy, as if even his vast power was barely able to penetrate the wards.
Kayos shook his head. “They are still in this domain, but in a place so well warded that it blocks just about every kind of power or magic. Sherinias?”
The young goddess looked up. “Yes, Father?”
“Ask the Oracle.”
“Of course, Father.” Her expression became vacant for several minutes, then she shook her head, clearly mystified. “It does not know.”
Drevarin raised hi s brows. “How can it not know?”
“It does not. I do not know how, My Lord.”
“It is possible,”
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