Ian Irvine: Tribute to Hell

Behemoth sighed and, to her astonishment, an adamantine tear appeared in one eye.

‘Come back with me,’ he said. ‘In Perdition you will be a princess. You can have everything you ever wanted.’

Astatine was tempted, but she said, ‘Why would I want to be a princess of tormented souls?’

‘A nun is a slave to live souls.’

‘I can’t be a nun; I’ve broken my vows.’

‘No one need ever know. You can go back, if that’s what you really want.’

‘ I would know. Besides, someone has to make up for what you and K’nacka have done to Hightspall. I’m going to help put it right.’

‘You won’t succeed. The world is too far gone.’ He grinned wickedly. ‘It’s mine.’

‘Not any more. I’m going to fight the influence of Perdition all the way.’

‘I’m sure you will,’ he said fondly. ‘But the gods are no better, you know.’

Astatine hesitated, now knowing how imperfect the gods were; how capricious. She wasn’t entirely sure she believed in them any more, as gods. And yet, perhaps they were needed.

‘People have to believe in something , Father. If they can’t, they’ll believe in anything . Besides, I believe that the gods reflect who we are. If we live better lives, they might, too.’

‘Blasphemy!’ he growled. ‘Well, don’t think you’re going to corrupt me into goodness.’

‘I’m my father’s daughter,’ she said, smiling sweetly. ‘I’ve already corrupted you .’