The Last Coven (The Tome of Bill Book 8)

by Rick Gualtieri

  Ah, it was the montage portion of the show. Time passed. Little by little, Calibra learned how to tap into The Source, use it. She changed her name to Gollum and started calling it my precious.

  Okay, maybe I’m making that last part up. But even so, one could see the young girl who would become the monster called Ib slowly losing herself to this place, even as she mastered its power. At last, her training apparently complete, she summoned energy directly from the pool. A tendril of liquid goo flowed out of it and around her, flashing bright and becoming a dress of pure white, not dissimilar to what she wore in the present day.

  “After so much time in the dark, I was ready to return to my people. But it seemed The Source had one more wonder left to show me.”

  The Calibra in the image, though obviously thousands of years younger, was already showing shades of crazy – utilizing magic from The Source, blowing shit up, laughing like a loon. Then, she looked down upon something. It was a massive skull – one of the Sasquatches she’d killed many years earlier. She gave it a contemptuous kick and it went rolling down the embankment until it landed in the pool with a splash. She made to turn away, but then noticed what was happening on the surface. I knew what came next.

  The pool bubbled, turning angry red for a time, until finally, the fully reconstituted form of a Bigfoot strode out of it. Calibra raised her hands defensively but then it changed, shrinking in on itself until it resembled a crude rock-like monster with glowing orange eyes – a Jahabich.

  “The first of my eternal children,” Calibra said. She stepped over to one, standing statue-still nearby, and ran her hand lovingly over its head like it was a dog. Her fingers healed almost instantaneously from the shredding they took, so quickly I didn’t even see any blood escape. “Such disappointments.”

  If her words hurt the rock monster’s feelings, it didn’t give any indication. Who knows? Maybe it was crying on the inside.

  “You’re losing me,” I said. “Right, Sally?” I looked and found her still frozen in place. “Can you, you know ... uncompel her? She’ll be good. I promise.”

  Calibra waved a hand dismissively, not even looking our way, and Sally’s posture suddenly relaxed ... for all of a split second, anyway. Her eyes flashed black and she opened her mouth, which I promptly slapped my hand over.

  I pointed a finger at her. “Be good or you go back into the box.”

  She narrowed her eyes, first at me, then at Calibra, but gave a single nod. No point in aggravating the person who could hand out impromptu swimming lessons at the center of the Earth.

  “Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t get it. The Jahabich are strong, durable, hard as fuck to kill. They can blend into a crowd and, excuse me for saying so, they seem to love the shit out of you. That’s pretty much the perfect foot soldier right there.”

  “You are correct, Freewill,” she said, still rubbing the creature like this was Satan’s puppy mill. “They do love me, but I cannot always be there to guide them. Powerful as I am, this world is large. The Jahabich, alas, are beings of chaos. Though they are possessed of remnants of their individual will, they are always called back to the whole.”

  “A hive mind.”

  “Exactly. And that mind is ever geared toward destruction. They cannot help themselves. A part of the void beyond lives within their shells, the entropy which exists between the many planes of existence.”

  She waved a hand and the image changed to show the surface world again. The Jahabich were defending a walled city from an army of Sasquatches pouring out of the nearby woods. The scene shifted to after the battle where the Jahabich, without provocation, turned upon the humans they’d been protecting and proceeded to trash the city themselves.

  The image before us pulled back and we saw it wasn't a lone incident. Cities, forests; all of them burned from the onslaught of the Jahabich.

  “My beloved children.” A tear slipped down the side of Calibra’s cheek as she watched history play out. “Nothing more than rabid dogs in need of putting down.” She turned back toward us and her eyes hardened. “So I did. The only way to contain them was to draw them back to the source of their creation, the very womb of life.”

  We watched mages fighting off the Jahabich, slowly pushing them back toward the hole in the earth. Then, down below, Calibra was casting magic, calling out to her creations, beckoning them back. Finally, she sealed them in using the very source of magic that had created them.

  “The prison wasn’t perfect. There were occasional escapes, but it held the bulk of them for thousands of years.”

  “Why didn’t you just kill them?”

  Calibra rounded on Sally. “Could you slaughter your own children?!”

  Sally glanced at me and I remembered what she said about her sister. If I were Calibra, I wouldn’t be so certain of that.

  “Though The Source was sealed off, it had left its mark upon me, touched me with its power. Years passed and though my brethren withered, the vitality of youth stayed with me. In time, they were gone and what had come before passed into myth.”

  “But still the threats remained. I refused to let history repeat itself, so I set about teaching young mages, imparting to them what I had learned of magic from my long life. The memory of my failure haunted me. Thus, I strived to educate my pupils with a set of principles so they would not make the same mistakes I did.”

  And so the myth of the White Mother began. She showed us scene after scene of her teaching covens of mages. This was the Snow White part of the story, before we got back to the wicked stepmother shit again. In reality, we had no idea if this magical slideshow had been heavily edited or not; however, what we saw seemed to indicate that perhaps once upon a time she was legit in her reasoning. But, as Sally and I were both aware, this movie had a dark sequel.

  “So what happened?” I asked.

  “Time,” Calibra replied. “For centuries, I passed on my knowledge, my wisdom.”

  Oh yeah, this chick wasn’t at all full of herself.

  “But eventually, I felt my body changing. I was slowly beginning to age again. The Source, its touch, began to ebb from my body.” She turned to face us, and her eyes blazed with power. “But I never stopped hearing its call, always there, always reminding me of what I had once grasped in my hands.”

  “So ... what?” I asked. “You found a vampire bat and...”

  “I am imparting upon you a great gift, showing you this. Do not play the fool.”

  I held up my hands. “Sorry. No offense intended.” Yeah, that was a fucking lie, but thankfully, she decided to skip her sense-motive roll this one time.

  “Busted,” Sally whispered under her breath. Bitch.

  “I could not return, not without unleashing my children back upon the world, a world I had spent ages rebuilding, defending. But still, flawed as they were, for a time the Jahabich helped defend humanity against its myriad enemies ... enemies that once again tested their strength against us. My time upon this world had left me powerful, learned. I decided to try again.”

  “Try again?” Sally asked.

  “But this time, I vowed to not repeat my mistakes,” Calibra said, ignoring us. I couldn’t help but notice a manic edge worming its way into her voice. Oh yeah, we were getting to the cray-cray part of the story. “The Source is infinitely powerful, touches innumerable worlds. To attempt to tame it is madness itself. So instead, I sought to recreate it, rebuild it in my own image.”

  I glanced sidelong at Sally and she shrugged as if to let me know she was thinking the same thing.

  This tale was about to take a dive off the deep end.

  * * *

  Indeed, it did. Calibra showed us her efforts to sequester herself away from the world while she worked her magic to try to force open a new door in reality. But, time and again, she met with failure. There would be a massive flash of energy, only for it to fizzle out.

  “I eventually realized a catalyst was needed, beings who had weathered the passage between worlds, whose e
nergy could stabilize it.”

  And that’s when we saw it. As much as the Feet would have probably disliked Calibra for evicting their ancestors from their lakefront property, what we saw before us cemented why they kinda sorta hated us. She was experimenting on them – and not just a few. Scores of them, chained up and used as guinea pigs as she tried to suck the very essence from them – the spirits that were their native forms when not being giant sacks of shit-flavored fur. Robe-wearing apprentices assisted her in the torture, although whether mages or human servants, I couldn’t tell.

  “It was working,” she said, a look of avarice upon her face as she lost herself in the history playing out before us. It would have been the perfect opportunity. Oh, if only we were armed ... and not surrounded by thousands of creatures who would die at her command before they’d so much as let us sneeze.

  So, we watched with her. Maybe there’d be something, anything, we could use. If not, well, at least this wasn’t one of those boring historical documentaries.

  Some kind of grand experiment of mad sorcery was afoot. Beneath the light of a full moon, Calibra commanded her servants to slit the throats of dozens of captives at once. Their spirits were pulled from them through the wounds, leaving their bodies dried, withered husks. Those spirits, glowing yellow under the light of the moon, began to swirl in a circle, their energies melding together as Calibra worked her magic.

  Faster and faster they flew in ever tighter formation until they lost their sense of individuality, becoming one massive floating circle of power. The yellowish color began to pulse, growing darker, until it turned an angry red. The surface began to bubble and appeared to become less energy and more physical matter – not entirely unlike the massive pool in this cavern, save smaller in size and floating on its side in mid-air like some sort of half-assed Stargate.

  Hah! I realized that’s exactly what it was. She’d ripped open a doorway. To where? I didn’t know. Perhaps I didn’t want to know.

  “The breach began to stabilize,” she said. “Began to draw power from beyond to be self-sustaining, but then betrayal struck.”

  Betrayal wasn’t quite the word I would have used. One of Calibra’s human servants, an older fellow with a long white beard that almost reached the ground, was too busy staring in awe as his master orchestrated her shit storm. A large male Sasquatch managed to break his bonds while this guy’s attention was diverted.

  It bellowed a challenge and raced forward. The servant saw it but reacted too slowly. He stabbed at the creature with a double-bladed dagger, but it was only a glancing blow.

  Calibra turned and saw it coming. She raised a hand and red fire flew forth from her fingertips, but she was also too late. The flame consumed the squatch, but he still managed to drive the bulk of his dying body into her, sending her flying.

  She hit the swirling, glowing portal and everything went to shit.

  The power within it began to pulse different colors, quickly becoming chaotic as whatever spell she’d been weaving began to unravel. Calibra herself screamed out, stuck to the portal as if it were made of flypaper and she a giant bug. Arcs of energy, resembling clawed hands, reached out and began to grab at her. Though I couldn’t know for certain – and I had a feeling it was probably not a good idea to outright ask – it seemed to me as if the spirits she’d corrupted were attempting to get their revenge.

  Calibra fought back, though, using her magic to try to free herself until the entire thing fucking exploded.

  I tried to stifle a laugh, but it was tough. I didn’t consider myself a cruel person, but I wasn’t a saint either. If enjoying watching an evil asshole get creamed was a crime, then send me to jail.

  The show wasn’t over, though. No, that was just the warmup act.

  An explosive shockwave tore through the prison camp, flattening minions and prisoners alike. Of that latter group, many were freed from their bonds to retreat to the woods around them, although a few were curious enough to stop and watch from cover what happened next.

  And what happened next was apparently key.

  When the dust cleared, gone was the nascent portal to whatever Hell it led to, but it had left something behind. Calibra lay on the ground unmoving, her white dress mostly burned away, but the scraps that were left were now black as soot.

  Fitting, because when she finally opened her eyes, so were they.

  MONOLOGUING FOR FUN AND PROFIT

  And thus it came to pass that we witnessed the birth of the first vampire. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions and, holy shit, they’re right. Calibra had started out trying to do good, but had slowly been corrupted from her path. She was kind of a less whiny, but no less douchey, version of Anakin Skywalker.

  What happened next was nothing I couldn’t have predicted. The first person to her side was the bearded fellow who’d caused all this shit with his worshipful neglect. Within moments, his white beard was stained red as she turned upon him and tore his throat out.

  His buddies all followed in quick succession as Calibra arose, angry and apparently quite hungry.

  The image before us dispersed and we were once again in the here and now.

  “I became what I am today,” Calibra said. “Though I didn’t know it at the time, my servants would soon rise as the first of this new race, driven by the hungering spirits inside of them to eternally seek mortal blood for survival.”

  “Hold on ... what do you mean spirits inside them? You said that earlier, too.”

  Calibra turned away from me and began to walk toward the castle of rock. She didn’t tell us to take a fucking hike, so we again followed her.

  After a few moments of uncomfortable silence behind her high and mightiness, she finally spoke again. “The Jahabich are weak, captured souls imprisoned within stone and empowered by the magical energies of The Source. Though I failed to recreate its power, I succeeded in creating a superior race, but not a perfect one. The sun burns our bodies. Faith, a magic I once wielded with impunity, now turns us to ash. However, despite our failings, we are far above the Jahabich – not one soul, but two, and not in a false body, but in the original, strengthening it beyond belief.”

  “Two souls?” Sally and I asked.

  “Yes,” she replied, “in each of us, even myself – the creature who disrupted my spell, as a matter of fact. The multiverse has a sense of irony, after all. I’d thought the magic of my conjuring dispersed, but I was wrong. It persists, a little bit in all of you, the way opened at the time of your becoming.” She stopped and turned toward us, causing me to back up a step. Sorry, but crazy and powerful was a combo I didn’t care to get all too close to. “When the undead pass along their gift, what they leave behind draws in a primal spirit from beyond.”

  “Pass along their gift?”

  “The venom, boy,” she said as if explaining to a particularly stupid child.

  “Wait, you mean from our fangs? Holy crap, Dave was right.”

  “Right about what?” Sally asked.

  “He had this crazy theory about us secreting venom like a rattlesnake. Milked me for a sample.” Even as the sentence left my mouth, I realized it was a poor choice of words.

  Sally couldn’t help but smirk. “Doesn’t surprise me. So, how often did you two milk each other?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Guess I’m not your type after all.”

  “David?” Calibra asked. “This wouldn’t happen to be the same...”

  “The one you gave to Firebird? Yeah, same guy.”

  I could feel Sally’s eye’s boring a hole into the side of my head at the mention of that name. Safe to say, Firebird was at the bottom of her list of people to show mercy to.

  “He has proven surprisingly ... useful,” Calibra replied before once again resuming her pace.

  Dave? Useful? Oh yeah, things were definitely getting weird now.

  * * *

  Calibra went on to explain that when a vampire bit a human, it wasn’t so much the person dying an
d being reborn as it was them being possessed. Seems that was part of the reason the Feet hated us as much as they did – y’know, aside from her using them as her personal guinea pigs. The Feet were spirits made flesh through their own abilities. A vampire was a less natural merger, an extra-planar spirit drawn into a body – kinda like with a lure – then fused with the soul still in possession of that body, essentially creating a new being.

  I remembered what Christy had told me when she’d been mucking around in Sally’s mind, how she’d felt like she was being watched. All of a sudden, that made perfect sense. “So, you’re saying that a human soul and some sort of ghost thing merge and form Devastator?”

  “The spirit thrives on the life force of others, but much depends on its strength of will compared to that of the human host it inhabits.”

  “Life force?”

  “Blood,” Sally said. Gone was the snark. Calibra had her full attention now.

  “Indeed, child. If the spirit is stronger, so too is the need to feed. It is why so many are born feral. It is why so many become that way.”

  “And if the human is stronger?” Sally asked.

  “Then they might not even notice the change. They may very well think that it is they and they alone inhabiting the shell of a body, the thirst merely a byproduct of their transformation. If their will is strong enough, the other within them can become little more than a slave.”

  “But the need to hunt, to feed, to kill...”

  “Do not underestimate human nature,” Calibra replied. “We are predators every bit as they are. They simply enhance one’s natural proclivities, bring out the beast inside.”

  “They turn us into monsters.”

  “That is a very narrow way of thinking.”

  “Oh? When I was growing up,” Sally said, “I never hurt anyone outside of calling them names. After ... that’s when I moved on from people’s feelings to hurting the rest of them.”

  “Perhaps you were one of the weaker souls.”

  Whoa. Those were fighting words. Before things could devolve, I stepped in front of Sally and warned her, “You can’t win this.”