Mark Chadbourn - Destroyer of Worlds

Kissing her on the lips, he re-covered her with the bodies to protect her from the Enemy's sight. As he prepared to crawl towards the city, he caught sight of a small group of Redcaps moving his way, emitting their deep, throaty growl as they tore chunks of flesh off dead limbs. If he stood and fought, it would attract other enemies to him, and he would not last a moment, but there was no way he could escape the Redcaps' advance without being seen.

Crawling on his belly, he rounded a larger pile of corpses to find better shelter where he could gather his thoughts. Nearby, two Brothers of Dragons slumped together, bleeding heavily from fatal wounds. Decebalus had nursed high hopes for both of them: Jim Davey, softly spoken and with Shavi's empathic nature, and Michael Koefman, a messy-haired former musician. Decebalus crawled over to them.

'What kind of thing destroys its own side to get at us?' Blood leaked from the corner of Michael's mouth as he spoke. Neither had long left.

'Something that does not care in the slightest about life,' he replied. 'I have to get to the city before the Enemy's bastards reach the Caraprix. Yet there are Redcaps nearby who will see me when I move…'

He let the words hang. Understanding what he was asking, the two Brothers of Dragons exchanged a fleeting glance of acceptance for their fate, and then Jim said quietly, 'You can count on us.'

'You are good men, both. I will make sure you are remembered.' Decebalus's farewell nod couldn't begin to convey what he truly felt and he crawled away quickly. Not long after he heard them both begin to shout loudly. The roar of the Redcaps followed instantly, and when he heard their savage attack, Decebalus ran for the city.

The remnants of the shattered gates hung raggedly from the twisted hinges. The city beyond was still, the residents cowering in their rooms. At the entrance, Ronnie darted from a hiding place. His wounds were superficial, but his face had a haunted expression as the devastation across the Great Plain ignited memories of his terrible experiences in Flanders during the Great War.

'I was going after that bastard, sir,' he said. 'He's on his way to the palace and the Caraprix.'

'You will not be able to stop him. He is too powerful,' Decebalus said.

'And you will? Excuse me, sir, but we're both of a kind.'

'Not so much, Ronald. You are a better man than me. My experiences have better prepared me for what is necessary.' Decebalus silenced Ronnie's protests. 'I have more important work for you. You must find a way to raise the gods.'

'To help you?'

'No. The game here is almost played. You must leave this place immediately, do you hear me?'

Ronnie looked unsure.

'Do you hear me?' Decebalus gripped Ronnie's shoulders forcefully until Ronnie nodded, unsettled. 'Bring together our own survivors quickly.' He told Ronnie where Aula was hidden, and then added, 'You must strike out for the Enemy Fortress, to offer what support you can to Church and the others. Time is short. Make haste. Do not wait here a moment longer than necessary.'

Decebalus raced through the gates before Ronnie could argue. A brief detour took him to the Hunter's Moon where Crowther and Mahalia waited behind a barricaded door. The teenage girl had been a shadow of herself since Jack's departure, but now her old fire flashed in her eyes.

'Let me help.' She drew the small switchblade she carried with her at all times.

'I have greater work for you two,' Decebalus said. 'You must save an entire city.'

'The Enemy's broken inside?' Crowther asked.

Decebalus nodded. 'Sound the alarm. God knows, we have practised the escape enough times in recent days. There will be fear, panic. You must show leadership to calm them, and then take them to safety in the foothills. Can I count on you to do this?'

Crowther's heavy-set face glowed; as Decebalus had anticipated, the gift of purpose had brought him alive. 'You can count on us.'

Within moments of Decebalus leaving the inn, the first tolling bell echoed across the silent city, joined soon by another, and then an entire host. People were already creeping from their hiding places as Decebalus ran up the winding cobbled road towards the Palace of Glorious Light, where he could hear the Enemy advancing. His relief freed him to concentrate on the trial ahead.

In the courtyard before the palace, Seth waited with a few ranks of Lament-Brood and Redcaps. The god's head hung to one side as though he was listening, and then he nodded and forced his way through the palace doors.

Once Seth and his troops had entered, Decebalus slipped in behind and followed one of the many secret passages and hidden stairways that would put him ahead of the Enemy. Math's chamber was silent, but Decebalus sensed the sorcerer was near.

He rapped on the door. 'It is I, Decebalus. The time has come.'

The door swung open, though there was no one on the other side. Math waited in an adjoining chamber so gloomy that his presence was only revealed by the glint of his mask as it revolved a quarter-turn.

'This is it, then. The end, or the beginning of it.' Math's voice was a low rumble. 'The Golden Ones always feared that if Fragile Creatures rose up they would destroy what they set out to attain. It is in your nature.'

'Be thankful it is. If Existence was left to your spineless kind, the Void would have wiped us all out long ago, and would now be feasting on our bones. Where is it?'

Math took a step into the shadows and returned holding a small iron casket in the palm of his hand.

'That is it?' Decebalus queried.

'Size is no definer of power.'

'That has never been an issue for me, in any case.' Decebalus took the casket, unnerved by how it hummed beneath his fingertips. 'I expected more resistance from you.'

'All roads have been leading to these End-Times since the beginning. It is futile to try to avoid it.'

'That is another area where I am thankful that we differ. We do not bow down to futility.'

'Oh, yes. Hope,' Math said with a note of mockery.

'Make peace with yourself,' Decebalus said.

He sprinted along the empty corridors towards Doctor Jay's laboratory. As he neared, he could feel the raw power of the Caraprix pulsing through the stone walls.

Seth stood before the broken door of the chamber, bathed in an eerie white light that emanated from within. With the shifting tones playing across his face, the god appeared mesmerised by what he saw in the laboratory, and that, in itself, troubled Decebalus: what power could instil wonder in a god? Behind him, the Redcaps shied away, refusing to look. The Lament-Brood stood in their dumb ranks, unmoved.

'You cannot have them,' Decebalus said.

Seth's dark-ringed, unblinking eyes snapped towards him. 'You do not know what they are,' he said. 'If you did, you would not be so quick to defend them.'

'I know that you and your master want them, and that is enough for me.'

'I have destroyed many Fragile Creatures today, and gods, and beasts. Yet you stand here alone?' Seth fought to stop his gaze being drawn back to the pulsing white light.

'You have never faced anyone like me.'

Ringing with more than bravado, Decebalus's words gained Seth's full attention. When he noticed the small iron casket his mood became darker, as though he knew instinctively what lay within. 'What is that?' he said.

'This is the end of you, of me, of everything here. It is the weapon I kept in reserve, the one I did not want to use until you drove me to it.' The light from the open door changed in quality as if the Caraprix too were aware of Decebalus's intent.

Seth stared at the box.

'I am only a poor, muddy-arsed barbarian from the wilds of Dacia with no schooling and only my common guile to keep me alive, but wiser men tell me that what lies within this box is a Wish-Hex.'