Monday, May 4, 2015

Further Information

"Dramien?" I echoed, stunned.  "That guy?  Winston's assistant is the one pulling the strings behind all that creepy cult shit?"

Tithenai just nodded.

Even though I had no reason whatsoever to doubt her, I felt the need to validate what she'd told me.  "I mean, come to think of it, he's definitely the right height.  And he sure hates my guts.  But he doesn't really sound like the Leader…maybe he's doing a Batman thing with his voice or something."  I shook my head.  "Man, I knew I didn't like that guy."

Still the one with the level head, Sylnie suggested, "And would you also like to know where the door to Heaven is?"

I cleared my throat importantly.  "Yes, of course.  Uh, Tithenai, do you know where the door from Hell to Heaven is located?"

"Yep, I know that, too," she confirmed.

"…Well?"

"Oh!" she said again, apparently still not understanding that her whole purpose right now was to provide us with information.  "It's by the lake of fire.  Lines take me higher.  My mind drips desire."

"The lake of fire is pretty big," I pointed out thinly.  "Could you be a little more specific?"

"Okay," she agreed.  "Under?"

I blinked.  "Under?"

"Yeah, the portal is under the lake of fire."

I sighed knowingly.  "Yeah.  Of course it is.  It couldn't be somewhere easy to get to."

"When is it ever easy?" came a voice from the corner.

I turned.  "Gus!" I exclaimed.  I'd forgotten he was still in the room after his little nervous breakdown.  "Are you okay?"

"Sure, sure," he said, dusting himself off.  "It's just…being down here…it gets to me sometimes, you know?  Sometimes it's too much to process."

"I guess," I replied.  "I thought you'd finally gone off the deep end for good, though."

"Nah," he replied dismissively.  "I'm good."

"It's good to have you back, Gus," Sylnie said with quiet sincerity.

I was about to agree with her when someone teleported into the office so clumsily that he collided with the desk and crashed in a heap in Gus's corner.  I was instantly on my guard as the demon got wearily to his feet and turned to face us.

"Torvin!" I gasped.

"Hi, sir," he said weakly.

"I…thought you were dead!"  Suddenly I felt a little guilty for leaving him behind in the Realm of the Living.  But from what I'd seen, I didn't think it was possible for him to still be drawing breath.

"I've been getting that a lot lately," he said wryly.  "I have some news from Jaelin and Talamur.  Things are getting kind of bad up there.  We need your help."

"Well, Boss-Man," Gus said, clapping a firm hand on my shoulder, "I guess we've got a hell of a lot of work to do, huh?"