Tim Marquitz - Resurrection

Once they’d cleared the way, Reven peeled back the purple shroud, revealing what lay inside. My presumption was right, it was Longinus. Though his flesh had a concrete-gray pallor to it, and it’d been a long time since I’d seen him last, I recognized him immediately. He was unmistakable.

Dressed in a suit of regal finery, of purples and black, his clothing hid the wounds of his final moments with Lucifer’s dread fiends. His face, ordered left intact by my uncle, showed no signs of his ordeal. Despite the horrific manner of his death, he looked at peace. I knew it was only because supernatural beings don’t rot, their bodies made of sterner stuff than humans, but if I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn he was only sleeping. I half expected him to open his eyes and say, “Boo!”

His long, thick beard stood out dark against his pale face, his expression smoothed to neutral by decades of lifelessness. Laid about his head like a halo, even his lion-like mane retained its dark vibrancy. There was an energy about him that wafted through the air, pinging against the wall of my senses. His power was evident, even in death.

We had to make sure he stayed that way.

As Reven began to chant, his voice drifting out from the blackness beneath his hood, I knew we were running out of time. Lilith hadn’t arrived, as I’d hoped, and Karra still lurked somewhere, out of sight. My plan to let everyone else do the fighting was quickly going down the drain. It was time for the direct approach.

I leaned in close to Veronica. “I need you to run interference. Sweep a path for me so I can get a clear shot at Reven.”“And if you miss?”

I didn’t want to think about that. “I won’t.

She sighed, knowing damn well it wouldn’t be that easy, but nodded nevertheless, drawing her blades without a sound. It was down to the wire and we needed to make something happen. At least if things went south, I still had my aces stuffed up my sleeve. I just hoped they’d be enough.

I motioned with my arm to show Veronica which way I wanted her to go, then gestured for Poe to follow my lead. If I didn’t get the necromancer, maybe he would. It wasn’t much in the way of insurance, but it’d have to do. At this point, I was just making shit up.

Hearing Reven’s voice rise in pitch as he summoned Longinus from the grave, I tapped Veronica on the ass and urged her forward. She gave me a dirty look, her eyes damn near shooting sparks, then leapt toward the zombies.

She never reached them.

From low in the grass, just yards from where we had hidden, Karra sprung out, intercepting her. Her swords flashed silver and before I could move or even cry out, Veronica lay twitching and cursing on the ground. Poe and I jumped up as one, growls in our throats, but Karra was faster.

The flat of her blade slammed hard into my wrist, my hand instantly numb, though only from the impact and not the poison of the blade. While I watched my gun tumble free of my grip, my hand useless, she kicked me in the gut. Struck by what felt like a cinderblock launched from a cannon, I flew back about ten feet before coming to a tumbling halt in a tangle of prickly weeds.

Tired of getting my ass kicked, I was tempted to draw upon my new power, but thought better of it. In the throes of a soul transfer, I’d be completely helpless. Though considering how I was almost completely helpless now, I wasn’t sure it made much of a difference. With a groan, my mind made up-sort of-I hopped up to face Karra.

She stood over Poe, his rigid body hard to see in the high grass. It didn’t take much imagination to guess what had happened. My turn would be next.

Rather than come at me, she remained still, her eyes on mine, her swords pointing my direction. I looked for my gun and spotted it. It lay closer to where she stood than where I did. There was no way I’d beat her to it.

I sighed, the fight pretty much over before it began, but I wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet. “Beating us isn’t gonna change anything; we’re just pawns.” I tried to frighten her. “Lilith will be here any minute.”

Karra sheathed her blades with a metallic snap. “I certainly hope so.” She gestured to Reven, who stopped his chanting. “She comes, get ready.” The necromancer bowed and scurried off into the crowd of zombies.

That’s when it hit me, a ton of proverbial bricks dropped on my thick skull. “You used me?”

“Don’t be so melodramatic, Frankie. I’m sure it’s not the first time.”

It wasn’t, but that was beside the point. “That’s why you let me live, so I could lead Lilith here?” I was feeling a little slow right then, my brain mired in the gooey remains of my comprehension. Lilith tried to manipulate me, and when that failed, she tried to kill me. As for Daartan, he’d simply strong-armed me into cooperating. That was par for the course when it came to dealing with the supernatural world, and I’d expected nothing more, but I’d taken a big chomping bite out of the bait Karra had cast, hook, line, and sinker. That pissed me off.

“There’s more to it than that.” She yanked her hood off.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared into a face I recognized, my anger gone in a flash. Hazel eyes looked back, sparkling with unabashed amusement. Her high cheeks were flush with tinges of pink, and pushed up by the smile on her full lips. Her punky, blond hair was pulled back tight, made wild by the mask she’d worn.

“Alukarras?”

Her smile grew wider. “Hi Frankie. It’s been a long time.”

It sure had been. Alukarras-Karra-was my first true love. We met shortly after my uncle brought me to Hell. Barely a teenager, lost and beyond confused after the murder of my mother, I’d fallen head-over-heels for the little demon girl who my uncle arranged to show me around. We were inseparable for nearly ten years, then she disappeared without so much as a word. No one would tell me where she’d gone, or what had happened. Even my uncle refused, telling me heartbreak and loss were simple facts of life in Hell. I would grow used to them one day.

I never did.

A storm of emotions welled up inside me, a million questions coming to a head. Only one found its way to my mouth. “Why?”

Eloquent, aren’t I?

“I’m sorry I misled you, but I couldn’t tell you the truth. You would never have gone along.” She gestured towards Longinus. “Maximus is my father.”

The sense of it all settled in my stomach like week-old pizza. When I was young, ignorant, and lost in my puppy love for Karra, I hadn’t ever connected her disappearance with Longinus’s, having never known they were related. The timing of it all was nothing more than a coincidence in my head. Now that all the dots had been connected in crayon, it stuck out like Dolly Parton’s chest.

A shadow settled over her face. “Though it wore upon my heart, I was willing to let him lie, knowing he was safe from further harm. But when I learned that bitch,” the word was wielded like cold steel, “was plotting to steal his body, intending to raise him to serve her whims, I could stand by no longer. I had Reven answer her call for a necromancer and he spirited my father away, returning him to me.”

I felt my face flush. “So hundreds of people died, all to set a trap for Lilith?”

She shook her head. “No. They died to return my father to life.”

I glanced over to where Longinus lay, oblivious to the drama unfolding around him. If Karra had her way, he would soon be aware, and so much more. I couldn’t let that happen. “The past is gone, the mantle of the Anti-Christ with it. Father or not, you would unleash him upon the world knowing what his mission is?”

“Were our positions reversed, would you not do the same for your uncle?”