City of Fallen Angels

by Cassandra Clare

Page 39

 

  He stepped into the circle; as his feet passed over the painted line, he felt a shiver, like an electric shock, go through him. "All right," he said. "Ill do it. "

  "No!" Clary cried, but Simon didnt look at her. He was watching Lilith, who smiled a cool, gloating smile as she raised her left hand and passed it across the surface of the coffin.

  The lid of it vanished, peeling back in a way that reminded Simon bizarrely of peeling back the lid of a tin of sardines. As the top layer of glass pulled away, it melted and ran, dripping down the sides of the granite pedestal, crystallizing into tiny shards of glass as the drops struck the ground.

  The coffin was open now, like a fish tank; Sebastians body drifted inside, and Simon thought he could once again see the flash of the rune on his chest as Lilith reached into the tank. As Simon watched, she took Sebastians dangling arms and crossed them over his chest with an oddly tender gesture, tucking the bandaged one under the one that was whole. She brushed a lock of his wet hair away from his still, white forehead, and stepped back, shaking milky water from her hands.

  "To your work, Daylighter," she said.

  Simon moved toward the coffin. Sebastians face was slack, his eyelids still. No pulse beat in his throat. Simon remembered how much he had wanted to drink Maureens blood. How he had craved the feeling of his teeth sinking into her skin and freeing the salty blood beneath. But this-this was feeding off a corpse. The very thought made his stomach turn.

  Though he wasnt looking at her, he was aware of Clary watching him. He could feel her breath as he bent over Sebastian. He could sense Jace, too, watching him out of blank eyes. Reaching into the coffin, he closed his hands around Sebastians cold, slippery shoulders. Biting back the urge to be sick, he bent and sank his teeth into Sebastians throat. Black demon blood poured into his mouth, as bitter as poison.

  ***

  Isabelle moved silently among the stone pedestals. Alec was with her, Sandalphon in his hand, sending light winging through the room. Maia was in one corner of the room, bent over and retching, her hand braced against the wall; Jordan hovered over her, looking as if he wanted to reach out and stroke her back, but was afraid of being rebuffed.

  Isabelle didnt blame Maia for throwing up. If she hadnt had years of training, she would have thrown up herself. She had never seen anything like what she was looking at now. There were dozens, maybe fifty, of the stone pedestals in the room. Atop each one was a low crib-like basket. Inside each basket was a baby. And every one of the babies was dead.

  She had held out hope at first, as she walked up and down the rows, that she might find one alive. But these children had been dead for some time. Their skin was gray, their small faces bruised and discolored. They were wrapped in thin blankets, and though it was cold in the room, Isabelle didnt think it was cold enough for them to have frozen to death. She wasnt sure how they had died; she couldnt bear to investigate too closely. This was clearly a matter for the Clave.

  Alec, behind her, had tears running down his face; he was cursing under his breath by the time they reached the last of the pedestals. Maia had straightened up and was leaning against the window; Jordan had given her some kind of cloth, maybe a handkerchief, to hold to her face. The cold white lights of the city burned behind her, cutting through the dark glass like diamond drills.

  "Iz," Alec said. "Who could have done something like this? Why would someone-even a demon-"

  He broke off. Isabelle knew what he was thinking about. Max, when he had been born. She had been seven, Alec nine. They had bent over their little brother in the cradle, amused and enchanted by this fascinating new creature. Theyd played with his little fingers, laughed at the weird faces he made when they tickled him.

  Her heart twisted. Max. As she had moved down the lines of little cribs, now turned into little coffins, a sense of overwhelming dread had begun to press down on her. She couldnt ignore the fact that the pendant around her neck was glowing with a harsh, steady glow. The sort of glow she might have expected if she were facing down a Greater Demon.

  She thought of what Clary had seen in the morgue in Beth Israel. He looked just like a normal baby. Except for his hands. They were twisted into claws. . .

  With great care she reached into one of the cribs. Careful not to touch the baby, she twitched aside the thin blanket that wrapped its body.

  She felt the breath puff out of her in a gasp. Ordinary chubby baby arms, round baby wrists. The hands looked soft and new. But the fingers-the fingers were twisted into claws, as black as burned bone, tipped with sharp little talons. She took an involuntary step back.

  "What?" Maia moved toward them. She still looked sickened, but her voice was steady. Jordan followed her, hands in his pockets. "What did you find?" she asked.

  "By the Angel. " Alec, beside Isabelle, was looking down into the crib. "Is this-like the baby Clary was telling you about? The one at Beth Israel?"

  Slowly Isabelle nodded. "I guess it wasnt just the one baby," she said. "Someones been trying to make a lot more of them. More . . . Sebastians. "

  "Why would anyone want more of him?" Alecs voice was full of naked hatred.

  "He was fast and strong," Isabelle said. It almost hurt physically to say anything complimentary about the boy who had killed her brother and tried to kill her. "I guess theyre trying to breed a race of super-warriors. "

  "It didnt work. " Maias eyes were dark with sadness.

  A noise so soft it was almost inaudible teased at the edge of Isabelles hearing. Her head jerked up, her hand going to her belt, where her whip was coiled. Something in the thick shadows at the edge of the room, near the door, moved, just the faintest flicker, but Isabelle had already broken away from the others and was running for the door. She burst out into the hallway near the elevators. There was something there-a shadow that had broken free of the greater darkness and was moving, edging along the wall. Isabelle picked up speed and threw herself forward, knocking the shadow to the floor.

  It wasnt a ghost. As they went down together in a heap, Isabelle surprised a very human-sounding grunt of surprise out of the shadowy figure. They hit the ground together and rolled. The figure was definitely human-slight and shorter than Isabelle, wearing a gray warm-up suit and sneakers. Sharp elbows came up, jabbing into Isabelles collarbone. A knee dug into her solar plexus. She gasped and rolled aside, feeling for her whip. By the time she got it free, the figure was on its feet. Isabelle rolled onto her stomach, flicking the whip forward; the end of it coiled around the strangers ankle and pulled tight. Isabelle jerked the whip back, yanking the figure off its feet.

  She scrambled to her feet, reaching with her free hand for her stele, which was tucked down the front of her dress. With a quick slash she finished the nyx Mark on her left arm. Her vision adjusted quickly, the whole room seeming to fill with light as the night vision rune took effect. She could see her attacker more clearly now-a thin figure in a gray warm-up suit and gray sneakers, scrambling backward until its back hit the wall. The hood of the suit had fallen back, exposing the face. The head was shaved cleanly bald, but the face was definitely female, with sharp cheekbones and big dark eyes.

  "Stop it," Isabelle said, and pulled hard on the whip. The woman cried out in pain. "Stop trying to crawl away. "

  The woman bared her teeth. "Worm," she said. "Unbeliever. I will tell you nothing. "

  Isabelle jammed her stele back into her dress. "If I pull hard enough on this whip, itll cut through your leg. " She gave the whip another flick, tightening it, and moved forward, until she was standing in front of the woman, looking down at her. "Those babies," she said. "What happened to them?"

  The woman gave a bubbling laugh. "They were not strong enough. Weak stock, too weak. "

  "Too weak for what?" When the woman didnt answer, Isabelle snapped, "You can tell me or lose your leg. Your choice. Dont think I wont let you bleed to death here on the floor. Child-murderers dont deserve mercy. "

  The woman
hissed, like a snake. "If you harm me, She will smite you down. "

  "Who-" Isabelle broke off, remembering what Alec had said. Talto is another name for Lilith. You might say shes the demon goddess of dead children. "Lilith," she said. "You worship Lilith. You did all this . . . for her?"

  "Isabelle. " It was Alec, carrying the light of Sandalphon before him. "Whats going on? Maia and Jordan are searching, looking for any more . . . children, but it looks like they were all in the big room. Whats going on here?"

  "This . . . person," Isabelle said with disgust, "is a cult member of the Church of Talto. Apparently they worship Lilith. And theyve murdered all these babies for her. "

  "Not murder!" The woman struggled upright. "Not murder. Sacrifice. They were tested and found weak. Not our fault. "

  "Let me guess," Isabelle said. "You tried injecting the pregnant women with demon blood. But demon blood is toxic stuff. The babies couldnt survive. They were born deformed, and then they died. "

  The woman whimpered. It was a very slight sound, but Isabelle saw Alecs eyes narrow. He had always been the one of them that was best at reading people.

  "One of those babies," he said. "It was yours. How could you inject your own child with demon blood?"

  The womans mouth trembled. "I didnt. We were the ones who took the blood injections. The mothers. Made us stronger, faster. Our husbands, too. But we got sick. Sicker and sicker. Our hair fell out. Our nails. . . " She raised her hands, showing the blackened nails, the torn, bloody nail beds where some had fallen away. Her arms were dotted with blackish bruises. "Were all dying," she said. There was a faint sound of satisfaction in her voice. "We will be dead in days. "

  "She made you take poison," Alec said, "and yet you worship her?"

  "You dont understand. " The woman sounded hoarse, dreamy. "I had nothing before She found me. None of us did. I was on the streets. Sleeping on subway gratings so I wouldnt freeze. Lilith gave me a place to live, a family to take care of me. Just to be in Her presence is to be safe. I never felt safe before. "

  "Youve seen Lilith," Isabelle said, struggling to keep the disbelief from her voice. She was familiar with demon cults; she had done a report on them once, for Hodge. He had given her high marks on it. Most cults worshipped demons they had imagined or invented. Some managed to raise weak minor demons, who either killed them all when set free, or contented themselves with being served by the cult members, all their needs attended to, and little asked of them in return. She had never heard of a cult who worshipped a Greater Demon in which the members had ever actually seen that demon in the flesh. Much less a Greater Demon as powerful as Lilith, the mother of warlocks. "Youve been in her presence?"

  The womans eyes fluttered half-shut. "Yes. With Her blood in me I can feel when She is near. As She is now. "

  Isabelle couldnt help it; her free hand flew to her pendant. It had been pulsing on and off since theyd entered the building; she had assumed it was because of the demon blood in the dead children, but the presence nearby of a Greater Demon would make even more sense. "Shes here? Where is she?"

  The woman seemed to be drifting off into sleep. "Upstairs," she said vaguely. "With the vampire boy. The one who walks by day. She sent us to fetch him for Her, but he was protected. We could not lay hands on him. Those who went to find him died. Then, when Brother Adam returned and told us the boy was guarded by holy fire, Lady Lilith was angry. She slew him where he stood. He was lucky, to die by Her hand, so lucky. " Her breath rattled. "And She is clever, Lady Lilith. She found another way to bring the boy. . . "

  The whip dropped from Isabelles suddenly limp hand. "Simon? She brought Simon here? Why?"

  "None that go unto Her," the woman breathed, "return again. . . "

  Isabelle dropped to her knees, seizing up the whip. "Stop it," she said in a voice that shook. "Stop yammering and tell me where he is. Where did she take him? Where is Simon? Tell me, or Ill-"

  "Isabelle. " Alec spoke heavily. "Iz, theres no point. Shes dead. "

  Isabelle stared at the woman in disbelief. She had died, it seemed, between one breath and the next, her eyes wide open, her face set in slack lines. It was possible to see now that beneath the starvation and the baldness and the bruising, she had probably been quite young, not more than twenty. "God damn it. "

  "I dont get it," Alec said. "What does a Greater Demon want with Simon? Hes a vampire. Granted, a powerful vampire, but-"

  "The Mark of Cain," Isabelle said distractedly. "This must have something to do with the Mark. Its got to. " She moved toward the elevator and jabbed at the call button. "If Lilith was really Adams first wife, and Cain was Adams son, then the Mark of Cain is nearly as old as she is. "

  "Where are you going?"

  "She said they were upstairs," Isabelle said. "Im going to search every floor until I find him. "

  "She cant hurt him, Izzy," said Alec in the reasonable voice

  Isabelle detested. "I know youre worried, but hes got the Mark of Cain; hes untouchable. Even a Greater Demon cant harm him. No one can. "

  Isabelle scowled at her brother. "So what do you think she wants him for, then? So shell have someone to pick up her dry cleaning during the day? Really, Alec-"

  There was a ping, and the arrow above the farthest elevator lit up. Isabelle started forward as the doors began to open. Light flooded out . . . and after the light, a wave of men and women-bald, emaciated, and dressed in gray tracksuits and sneakers-poured out. They were brandishing crude weapons culled from the debris of construction: jagged shards of glass, torn-off chunks of rebar, concrete blocks. None of them spoke. In a silence as total as it was eerie, they surged from the elevator as one, and advanced on Alec and Isabelle.