James Rollins - Blood Infernal

“He was one of the court’s alchemists,” Elizabeth continued. “He showed me that symbol you discovered on that diamond, the mark I copied in my journal.”

“Who was he?” Erin pressed.

“His name was John Dee.”

Erin stared harder at Elizabeth. John Dee was a famous English scientist who lived during the sixteenth century. Through his skills with navigation, he helped Queen Elizabeth set up the British Empire. But later in his life, he would become world renowned as an astrologer and alchemist. He lived during a time when religion, magic, and science stood at the crossroads.

“What was he working on that involved the green diamond?” Erin asked.

“One of Dee’s life goals — one that would discredit him in the end — was his quest to speak with angels.”

Angels?

A year ago Erin would have scoffed at the idea, but now — she glanced over to Jordan — she knew how real they were.

Elizabeth continued. “Dee worked with a young man named Edward Kelly, who claimed to be a scryer.”

“What’s that?” Jordan asked.

“A fortune-teller,” Erin explained. “They used crystal balls, tea leaves, and other means of predicting what was to come.”

“In Kelly’s case, he possessed a black polished mirror, said to be constructed of obsidian from the New World. In that mirror, he claimed the angels appeared to him, or so he convinced John Dee. Dee transcribed the words of those angels using a special language that he invented.”

“Enochian,” Erin said.

Elizabeth nodded. “In time, Dee lost his faith in Edward Kelly and wished to speak to the angels himself. To that end, he sought to open a portal to the angelic world through which he might speak to those beings and share their wisdom with mankind.”

“But what does any of this have to do with the green stone?” Jordan asked.

“Exactly,” Erin muttered.

“The stone held the power to open that portal. It was full of a dark energy, one strong enough to pierce the veils between our worlds. On the day that Dee was to open the portal, a calamity occurred, and he and his apprentice were found dead in the laboratory. Emperor Rudolf hid the stone so that none could unleash its power again.”

“How did you learn of this?” Erin asked.

The countess smoothed the folds of her skirt. “Because Emperor Rudolf II told me.”

Christian frowned skeptically. “You knew the emperor?”

“Of course, I knew him,” she snapped, clearly angry. “I come from one of the most royal houses in Europe.”

“I meant no offense, Sister,” said Christian.

Elizabeth quickly collected herself, refolding her hands at her waist, looking like she was trying her best to be that humble nun again. She did a poor job.

“The emperor wrote me a letter,” she explained. “He knew that Master Dee and I were the only ones in the known world engaged in the same kind of research — exploring the nature of good and evil.”

“How does any of this help us move forward on our quest?” Jordan asked.

“Dee knew much more about this diamond than he was willing to share in letters,” she said. “Like that symbol. I suspect he knew its significance. If we could find his old papers, his private notes, we could learn the truth.”

Erin nodded. At least it’s a place to start .

Rhun stared at Elizabeth. In fact, his gaze rarely left her features. “What has you looking so worried?”

Erin tried to read that same anxiety in the woman’s stoic face, but failed. Then again, Rhun knew her better than anyone.

“From small details in the emperor’s description of the state he found Dee and the boy’s bodies, I fear that Dee’s portal did not open unto the holy angels, but unto the darkest angel of all — Lucifer himself.”

Elizabeth stared up at the black figures above their heads, tempting Christ. Silence filled the vast church as the implications of her statement slowly settled in on them all. The countess finally turned to them again.

“No matter what,” Elizabeth warned, “we must keep the stone in one piece.”

Jordan exchanged a look with Erin.

“Show her,” Erin said.

Jordan slowly pulled the two broken pieces of diamond from his pocket. Elizabeth shrank back from the glittering green shards. Even Erin could read the raw fear on her face. It was unmistakable now.

“It is free,” she whispered.

“What is free?” Erin asked.

“There is nothing left for us to do,” Elizabeth said, ignoring the question, her voice low and frightened. “Except to plan for Lucifer’s return.”

Rhun stared at Elisabeta in disbelief, searching for deceit but finding only authentic fear. “Lucifer?” he asked. “You truly think his return is close?”

“The strigoi have changed, have they not?” Elisabeta’s eyes bored into his. “Possessing more speed, more strength?”

Jordan nodded, rubbing his belly.

“But what does it mean?” Erin asked.

“It means that the danger facing you is greater than you realize.” Elizabeth touched the broken stones with one finger. “It has escaped its prison.”

“What has escaped?” Rhun asked, drawing her hands away. If any evil remained in that stone, he didn’t want Elisabeta near it.

“The gem was filled with dread forces, an energy amassed and distilled across many years as John Dee harvested them.”

“Harvested whom?” Erin asked. “What energy are you talking about?”

“The essence of over six hundred strigoi . Dee collected their dying energies at the moment of their death and funneled them into the heart of the diamond.” She turned to Rhun, clutching his arm. “You’ve slain enough strigoi to have seen the dark smoke that drifts free upon their deaths.”

Rhun slowly nodded, glancing to Erin and the others, seeing recognition in their expressions. They had all witnessed it at one time or another.

Erin spoke, “In your journals, it showed you killing a strigoi in a glass coffin. You illustrated that smoke rising from their bodies.”

“That was as far as I could carry my experiments. But Dee learned to trap those essences using a glass apparatus of his own invention — and to collect them. Somehow, he discovered this green stone could contain such concentrated evil.”

Jordan looked down at the two heavy shards in his hands. “And now those forces have been let loose.”

“The act of shattering this stone,” Erin said, “could it be what the Blood Gospel’s prophecy was referencing, that the shackles of Lucifer have been loosened?”

“Perhaps,” Elizabeth said, “but it is surely the reason that the strigoi have grown more powerful of late.”

“Why is that?” Rhun asked.

She turned to him. “Do you truly not know?”

Rhun simply frowned.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it is that gives you your long life, your strength?” Elizabeth asked.

“A curse,” he said.

“That is a simple answer,” she said. “Surely the Church has scholars who have delved more deeply into this mystery than that.”

“If so,” said Christian, “we don’t know about it. So tell us.”

Elisabeta shook her head as if she could not believe their folly. “From my experiments and from Dee’s research into angels, we came to believe that all strigoi are fueled from a single angelic force — a dark angel.”

Rhun stared up at the figures of Lucifer above.

Elisabeta followed his gaze. “Have you not seen how the smoke of a dying strigoi does not drift up , but worms down ?”

He slowly nodded. “Returning to Hell.”

“Returning to its source. To Lucifer himself.”