Darkness Rising: Disciples of the Horned One Volume One (Soul Force Saga Book 1)

by James Wisher

  Damien needed to end this and report back. The archmage had to know Connor Blackman had become a warlock and was behind the attack on the barons.

  Damien’s invisible swords struck Mikhail in the back. Armor screamed in protest as the soul force blades cut it open. Black fire burst from the rent in Mikhail’s armor, shattering Damien’s swords before they could pierce flesh.

  The demon horse’s mouth hung open and with Damien’s enhanced sight it was clear the idiot had drained the beast almost dry. If Mikhail had possessed a fraction of Sloan’s skill combined with the demon’s raw power… Best not to think about it.

  “You’ve proven a formidable opponent.” Mikhail turned his gaze to the former prisoners huddling under his shield. “I wonder if the other worms will prove as durable.”

  Damien raced for the ground at full speed. Hellfire spewed from Mikhail’s sword. A stream of soul force shot from Damien’s hand, striking and reinforcing his barrier.

  Black flames hit a moment later. Palm trees withered and turned to ash. The dirt blackened as the dark flames consumed every shred of life in them.

  When the onslaught ended, his shield, cracked and wavering, still stood. The people inside remained unharmed.

  Damien needed to end this. Now.

  He absorbed and reshaped the shield into a focused blast, augmenting it with most of his remaining power. The golden lightning bolt streaked up at Mikhail.

  It struck the side of the demon horse’s head, burning off an ear and exposing its skull. An instant later it struck Mikhail in the shoulder. His armor gave way before the assault.

  Mikhail roared in pain.

  An armor-covered left arm came crashing to earth.

  Damien crafted the last of his power into a crackling javelin and held it ready to throw.

  The Black Knight snarled at him. “This is your lucky day, worm. We’ll finish our battle another time.”

  Mikhail kicked the demon horse in the ribs and flew north, back into the kingdom. Damien waited until he was well out of sight before he collapsed to his knees. The javelin vanished when he absorbed the energy to refill a tiny portion of his depleted core.

  As first missions went this one was turning out to be a doozie.

  A gentle hand settled on his shoulder. Damien looked up into the concerned eyes of the Baroness Trasker.

  “Are you all right?” she asked.

  Damien sighed. He needed to rest and burn away the corrupted arm and armor Mikhail left behind before he flew the baronesses and their children home. “Sure. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll get you people out of here.”

  Chapter 46

  Lane squinted into the bright noon sky. On either side of her the nine barons did the same. Five minutes ago one of the guards, a loyal one, they’d left on watch had come running into the dining hall shouting about something in the sky flying their way from out of the badlands. Everyone had rushed into the courtyard then up on the southern wall. Either Damien was returning or he’d failed and the Bandit King was coming to exact his revenge for the barons’ failure to live up to their agreement.

  When the object got close enough Lane recognized it as a golden sphere. It had to be Damien. A warlock’s power would be darker. Some of the tension went out of her. He’d survived. When one day passed, then another, she’d feared the worst for her young bodyguard.

  The sphere passed over the wall and Lane realized it was bigger than she’d thought. It settled in the courtyard and vanished. Dirty women and children in torn clothes surrounded a slumped-over Damien. She joined the barons as they rushed down the stairs to seek out wives and children. Most of the normally stoic men wept openly as they gathered loved ones in their arms.

  Damien straightened, caught her eye, and grinned. He was pale and had dark circles under his eyes. An ugly red burn decorated his cheek, but other than that he looked intact.

  “The barons give you any trouble?” Damien asked.

  Lane choked back a sob. He was worried about her. This young man she hardly knew, who’d just gone through hell if his face could be believed. She hugged him and he patted her back.

  After a moment she let him go. “They behaved like gentlemen. Once their minders fled they had no more reason to be hostile. They threw the assassins, along with the servant in your wardrobe, in the dungeon before the bindings wore off. I think they were waiting to see if you succeeded in rescuing their families before they hung all four.”

  Damien nodded, seeming neither shocked nor surprised at the self-serving ploy. “What about their complaints against the kingdom?”

  “They were pretexts to do what the Bandit King wanted. We had a meeting after your barrier vanished and they explained everything. With their families returned I don’t think we’ll have any more trouble.”

  “I hope you’re right, but the king will have to make some changes down here all the same. The barons are too vulnerable to blackmail. I doubt His Majesty will leave them in charge of border security after this debacle.”

  Lane saw his point, but feared any drastic change would raise the prickly nobles’ hackles. She wanted to ask what he thought the king would do, but the barons and their families had turned their attention to Damien. Everyone wanted to shake his hand and several of the wives and children hugged him with tears in their eyes.

  Damien bore it all with a disconcerted look that made Lane smile. When the last of the hugs had been distributed Baron Trasker and his wife moved to the fore. As the oldest of the barons he often seemed to take the lead. Did that annoy the others or had they gotten used to it?

  “I don’t know how we can thank you for saving our families. It seems a miracle you returned everyone alive. Anything within our power to grant you, just ask.”

  “Which one of you is in charge of Allentown?” Damien asked.

  That seemed to surprise the barons as much as it did Lane. Baron Kannon moved to stand beside Trasker. “Allentown is within my lands. Is there some problem?”

  “The Lord Mayor is corrupt and I intend to remove him on my way back to the capital. I suggest you think of a replacement, one less susceptible to bribes and underage girls.”

  Kannon stiffened at Damien’s cold tone. Lane would have to give him lessons in diplomacy on the trip home.

  “Is the Lord Mayor’s removal the reward you desire for saving our families? He’s my cousin and it will be difficult to convince him to renounce his position, but I can manage it.”

  Damien’s expression turned hard. “I require no reward for doing my duty, nor do I require your assistance or permission to remove the Lord Mayor. Eliminating corrupt officials is one of the responsibilities of a kingdom sorcerer. If I find the accusations against him true his head will decorate a flag pole at his residence before dark tonight.”

  Baron Kannon stalked off, muttering to himself. Lane debated going over to try and soothe him, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. If he knew about his cousin’s actions he was lucky Damien decided to only punish the mayor himself.

  “Are you ready?” Damien asked.

  “What about horses? The bandits stole or drove off every mount in the stable.”

  He smiled at that. “I think it’s safe to assume everyone knows I’m a sorcerer. How about I just fly us home?”

  Lane looked away. She’d never been comfortable trusting a sorcerer to keep her from falling to earth. It seemed like such a precarious, unnatural thing, to fly without wings.

  When she thought about flying with Damien she felt no doubts about his ability to keep her safe. If she were honest with herself the only real reason she hesitated was because the trip would only take two days and then they’d be home and go their separate ways. She found the idea left a hollow feeling in her chest.

  “Flying would be okay, I guess. I started packing yesterday, more to keep busy than anything.”

  Damien nodded. “Then let’s finish packing and get out of here.”

  Chapter 47

  Damien stuffed h
is last tunic in his rucksack and slung his sword over his shoulder. Drawers opened and closed on Lane’s side. It didn’t surprise him that he finished first; Lane had three times as much stuff as him.

  Someone knocked on his door. Damien was surprised to find Baroness Trasker on the other side. She’d washed up and found some clean clothes. She wasn’t a beautiful woman. The lines of her face, the way she carried herself, everything was too harsh.

  Damien bowed. “Ma’am?”

  “Before you leave I wanted to thank you once more for what you did, both on my own behalf and for the others. Are you certain there’s nothing we can do to reward you for your heroic actions?”

  “There is one thing, Baroness. You and the other ladies can keep an eye on your husbands. Be their conscience, keep them on the proper path as good kingdom men. I don’t want the king to have to send me back here looking for traitors. Your husbands love you. I could see it in their reactions when you got back safe. Keep them on the right path and I’ll consider that reward enough.”

  The baroness pursed her lips. “You don’t trust them?”

  “The border’s a long ways from the capital. They don’t have anyone keeping an eye on them, though that may change after this incident. The temptation to cheat will always be there. Look at Marris. It won’t end any better for the others if they make a similar decision.”

  “Rest assured all the ladies watch over their husbands, though Baroness Kannon mainly watches to make sure he doesn’t pester the female servants too much. There’s nothing else?”

  “I am curious about something. I saw no sign of Marris’s family.”

  “They’re dead. The pig actually bragged about it. He liked to say if we didn’t behave we’d join them soon enough.” The baroness nodded and glided away down the hall, a slight limp the only sign of injury from her time in captivity.

  Damien shut the hall door and frowned, trying to remember exactly what Marris had said when they spoke in his room. The baron had never actually said his family was alive. He’d said in one piece and like the inexperienced fool he was Damien assumed the rest. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  Lane opened the door connecting their rooms, three stuffed bags sitting on the floor behind her. “I thought I heard voices.”

  “Baroness Trasker stopped by to offer me one more bribe. I don’t know what she hopes to accomplish beyond getting her hooks into me.”

  “Maybe she’s genuinely grateful.”

  Damien raised an eyebrow at that. Nobles were seldom genuine and even less often grateful.

  Lane shrugged and smiled. “I’m sure she had a good reason.”

  “On that, at least, we’re in agreement.” Damien conjured a box around her luggage and they set out for the courtyard. They passed a pair of servants who both curtsied. The barons and their families made no appearance which was fine with Damien. He’d probably offended them with his little speech to Kannon.

  “Not much of a send off,” Lane said.

  “Disappointed?”

  “Not especially. How will we be traveling?”

  “Do you have a preference? I remember you mentioning a gold dragon.”

  She blushed a little at that. “I was being sarcastic. Perhaps something a little less ostentations.”

  Damien conjured a black horse with a double saddle. “How’s this?”

  “Much better.”

  Damien climbed up into the front saddle and reached back to help Lane up behind him. Remembering his first flight with Master Shen, Damien conjured a belt around Lane’s waist to hold her in place. “Ready?”

  “Ready.”

  The horse galloped into the air, Lane’s luggage box right behind. She yelped and grabbed Damien around his chest. Damien grinned, but kept his face turned away so she wouldn’t see.

  They flew for a minute or two before she finally let go. Behind him Lane gasped.

  “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen the world from this high before.”

  Surprised, Damien asked, “Didn’t you ever fly with your mother?”

  “She offered to take me, but I wouldn’t go. I was angry, a lot, when I was younger.”

  “So you naturally became a diplomat.”

  “The position got me away from sorcerers and the capital which helped with the anger. When we get back I need to talk to Mom, tell her I’m sorry for being so difficult.”

  Damien reached back and patted her knee. “I don’t know your mother very well yet, but she was adamant that I keep you safe. Difficult or not I think she loves you very much.”

  Behind him Lane sniffed and a moment later her head pressed against his back. Damien suspected when they reached the capital many hugs and tears would be shared. He envied Lane the chance to get closer to her mother. He wished he had a similar chance with his father. Maybe if he tried harder to talk to Dad they could find some way to set aside the anger of the past few years.

  A twenty-minute flight brought them to Allentown. Damien brought the conjured mount down a little ways out of town and transformed the box carrying their luggage into a mule. Now if anyone saw them they’d look like regular travelers, more or less.

  “What now?” Lane asked.

  Damien guided the construct toward the town gates. “Now I deal with the Lord Mayor, we head over to the Golden Stag for twelve hours’ sleep, and in the morning we fly home.”

  Chapter 48

  Damien and Lane walked through the afternoon shadows up the long path to the front door of the Lord Mayor’s residence. He’d suggested Lane remain at the inn while he handled the mayor, but she insisted on joining him. Just to be safe he wrapped her in an invisible shield. Damien didn’t expect any real trouble, but after everything they’d been through these last eleven weeks he’d hate for anything to happen to her now that they’d almost reached the end.

  A pair of guards holding spears stood beside the pale wood doors. They looked young, older than Damien, but still young. They probably received the assignment straight out of training. They crossed their spears to bar his way. “The Lord Mayor isn’t seeing anyone else today,” the older guard said. “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

  “I’m here to remove the mayor from office.” Damien drew on his soul force and caused his shield to crackle. “I know his crimes. Stand aside or be judged with him.”

  “Please, sir, we have sisters. If we let you through we lose his protection. They may be taken. The Lord Mayor is a man of great appetites.”

  Damien crossed his arms and scowled. “So you serve this pig to protect your own families while others less fortunate have their daughters kidnapped and given over to his tender mercies. You dare call yourselves men of the kingdom? I should kill you both for your cowardice. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

  Spears clattered to the ground and the guards fled back down the path. How had they even made it through training? Damien didn’t know what sort of training the regular army required of its cadets, but if those two were representative they needed to improve their standards.

  “Would you have killed them if they didn’t run?” Lane asked.

  “Of course not. They were only doing what they believed necessary to protect their families. Still, if they’d had the courage to run a spear through the mayor’s guts when he came out this door some morning it would have saved a lot of people a great deal of trouble. I guess that’s why the crown keeps people like me around.”

  Damien yanked the heavy iron door handle. It was barred from the inside. A golden blade made short work of that. The bar clattered to the floor and the doors swung open. Inside waited a grand foyer. Paintings, all of them erotic and explicit, decorated the walls and a pair of nude statues stood beside a sweeping staircase leading to the second floor. No guards waited inside the door. Either the mayor trusted the two outside combined with the bar to ensure his privacy or the guards were stationed elsewhere.

  Damien glanced at Lane who was gaping at the artwork. “If you were a pig with grotesq
ue appetites where would you be late in the afternoon?”

  At the same moment they both said, “Bedroom.”

  Damien didn’t know the layout of the place, but he figured the bedroom would be above. They went upstairs. The halls were lined with red carpet and more paintings like the ones below decorated the walls. If anything the ones on the second floor were more explicit and violent than the ones downstairs.

  “I think I’m going to be sick.” Lane stared at a painting of two little girls tied up, naked, getting spanked by masked men.

  “Try not to look at them.”

  At the end of the hall a muffled thump sounded above them followed by a soft sob. Damien pointed at the ceiling and a cutting beam shot out. He sliced a disk out of the ceiling and let it fall to the floor. Staring down at them, his mouth partway open, was a fat, naked man with a scruff of gray hair around the base of his skull. He held a small, thin knife in his hand

  Damien and Lane flew up into a bedroom-cum-torture chamber. One girl, she looked about Karrie’s age, was tied to some sort of restraining device, her back covered in fresh welts, Damien guessed from the cat o’ nine tails on the floor beside her. A second girl, younger yet, lay bound on the bed. She bled from three shallow cuts on her bare stomach.

  “Guards!” the naked man bellowed.

  The door burst open and four men with drawn swords rushed through. Fifty golden lances pierced the guards from every conceivable direction. Lane went to the bleeding girl and tore strips out of the bedding to make bandages.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” the fat man asked. “Do you know who I am?”

  “You are a dead man,” Damien said. “The only question I have is: are you the Lord Mayor?”

  “I am.” The fat man drew himself up to his less-than-impressive height. “Baron Kannon is my cousin and when he hears of this outrage he’ll have your head.”

  “I’ve already informed him of your removal and advised him to find a replacement who’s less corrupt.”