Chapter 5A Chapter by Eric H.Panoptes enlists the aid of an incorporeal creature to help him find ZoeThe Hunt BeginsPanoptes was becoming frustrated. If
there was one thing he was good at, it was uncovering the hidden. He'd
been given his name in the Cabal after discovering the location of
several very sensitive and secret meeting places used by the ruling triumvirate. And so, he had anticipated a quick resolution to this
entire problem when Mnemosyne had called him back at his hotel.
"Your report and the photocopies of the
ritual instructions agree. This Winters was in the midst of summoning
something of great personal power, and possibly quite dangerous," she'd
begun without preamble. "The final sections of the summoning circle are
likely still intact on the girl's body. She could be used to complete
the ritual much more easily by someone else. It's possible she is
possessed."
His pulse had quickened. Nothing pleased him like a hunt. "So, she's to be found, then?"
"With utmost urgency. Protocol Chiron."
"Chiron? Are you sure? It's been more than a century."
"The council has deliberated. The vote
was unanimous. This being must not be allowed free rein in a human
host." Mnemosyne's smooth English voice was flat, her words clipped.
"Failure could have disastrous consequences for the girl and her city."
"Understood," said Panoptes. His excitement at the hunt had been overwhelmed by the seriousness of his assignment.
That had been last night. He'd gone to
the home of the dead magus again, and used his own abilities to awaken
the echoes of the power that had been built in the abortive ritual. The
resulting impressions had been a mishmash of stylistic "fingerprints."
Comparing it to the much weaker echoes remaining around Winters' wards
at his hidey-hole, Panoptes was able to isolate the dead man's
influence. After four hours of meditation, he'd left Winters' house
certain he had two distinct traces to follow.
One was almost certainly not human. The
demon (so Panoptes' mind persisted in labeling the incorporeal being)
would be easy to follow, if he could pick up the trail. The other trace
was definitely human. Gifted, untrained, and young. Likely female.
Unused to suffering before she fell into Winters' clutches. She would
be harder to follow, but more likely to be found. Without training, she
had no way to hide herself from him.
He'd cast his mind out over the sleeping
city. It was a wide area to search; women and girls matching the
impressions he'd gotten could literally be from anywhere in the area.
Thankfully the police had confirmed that all of Winters' victims had
been taken at or near their homes, all with the Twin Cities. After a
full day of searching he had found no trace of either the woman or her
probable demonic passenger.
The council rarely had to vote on
anything, and never reached a unanimous accord. This sort of urgency
would not wait for the sort of methodical search that Panoptes knew
would find his quarry. He was going to be forced to take a page from
Winters' playbook.
He pushed the hotel table and chairs
against the walls as well as he could, creating a small but serviceable
free area of floor. He took a rolled blue cloth from his luggage, and
spread it out on the floor. It was decorated with the beginnings of a
magic circle, as much as could be relied upon to be useful for most
workings. He sat down in the middle of it with a candlestick, a box of
slow-burning candles and another of white blackboard chalk. The chalk
he used to complete the ritual circle to his satisfaction for the job
at hand. Once completed, he tossed the box with its remaining sticks of
chalk out of the circle and onto the full sized bed. There'd be no
redrawing the circle once the ritual was complete. Breaking the circle
would mean he'd failed.
Panoptes settled into a tailor's seat,
and set a candle before his legs, taking care that none of his limbs
crossed the curving plane of the diagram's inner circle. He lit the
candle from a disposable lighter in his pocket, raised his hands to
hover three inches or so to either side of the flame, and began to
chant. As his concentration narrowed, the space around the candle flame
began to darken. Before long, he was holding a ball of purest darkness,
which obscured the candle's flame and absorbed all the light it cast.He sat there, chanting, barely moving for twenty agonizing minutes. He was sure he'd failed this time, that his arms would not handle the strain. His hands and shoulders were shaking when a shape finally began to form on the other side of the room. It started as a non-descript smudge of darkness in the air, then slowly took shape. Four lean legs extended to the floor. Above one pair appeared a humped and massive pair of shoulders. Behind the other, a thick and curling tail. Finally a long snouted head grew from the shoulders. Its long teeth were a void of complete darkness against the shadowy blackness of its body, and its eyes were the dark red of smoldering coals. What do you want of me, human? The voice was purely in Panoptes' head. "I need you to find a woman. She is gifted, and I can share with you the taste of her magic. She may also be in the company of a demon." There are many humans here. You expect me to search a city? What do you offer in return? "I offer you light. I shall feed it to this darkness without pause until you finish your task, or three days, whichever comes last," he said. The shadow beast stared at Panoptes for a few long seconds. Very well. But if you falter, I shall take your energy in its place. "So be it," said Panoptes, sealing the bargain. "Here are the traces I have found of your quarry." Panoptes' trained and disciplined mind drew out the magical signature he had found in Winters' basement. He shuddered as the beast's mind touched his, cold and sharp. I hunt! © 2012 Eric H. |
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Added on September 19, 2012 Last Updated on September 19, 2012 AuthorEric H.MNAboutI've always had an interest in the arts. What type of art it is sometimes changes, but it's always there. I'm an ex-musician, a middling painter and a novice writer. By day I work in corporate I.. more..Writing
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