Street Cultivation 3

by Sarah Lin

  "Oh, thank fuck." Everything about Katenka's demeanor changed, all the tension draining out of her, and she floated back from him. She didn't look seductive, she looked exhausted. "Keep that barrier up, whatever you do. Tell me if it's going to falter."

  "I'm tired, but maintaining something this small is easy." Rick gestured toward the sphere of aura. "That's really enough to hide from the government?"

  "It's enough to keep them from listening to us." She swept toward him, but this time she just grabbed his shoulders as if trying to shake him. "You have to get me out of this hellhole."

  "That is... not what I expected." Still tired, despite the revelations, Rick dropped down to sit on his bed. Katenka let go and floated some distance away. "Are you going to be fully honest with me now? Because I still haven't signed that contract."

  She rolled her eyes. "You don't need any more leverage over me, Rick. You have plenty. Listen, basically everything I said to you was true. The only part I lied about was how much I'm riding along with you. Unless you betray me now, I can leave when you do. I'd prefer that you maintained the contract, but if you insist, there are ways to sever it once we're out."

  "What exactly is this 'hellhole' you mentioned? Wherever you were trapped in the Burning Snow? Or do you mean your demonic firm?"

  "No, I mean this entire nation, in both realms." Katenka floated on her back in the air, relaxing more the further the conversation went on. "You honestly have no idea what it's like. This is an authoritarian nightmare even for humans, and for demons it's even worse. I'm in a stronger position than most, but everything I've done has been to try to get the hell out."

  "And so you targeted me?" Despite himself, Rick was relaxing as well, trusting this version of Katenka much more than those he had seen before. He leaned back against the headboard and regarded her curiously. "How much of this was really coincidence?"

  "Some? Most? That's hard to say. I have a strong position with my firm, but unfortunately they wanted me to grant normal bonds to the children of the elite here. The other obvious path is a fusion, but doing that with a human from Siberia, or anywhere in the greater territories, would be pointless. I knew that a foreigner from the Showdown would be my best bet."

  "And so you stumbled on me."

  "Yes, but you weren't the first." Katenka smiled down at him, her expression much more casual, but with a bit of that predatory look. "Your demon friends spoke highly of you, which got my attention, so I did a little research. I might know a little bit more about you than you'd want. But I assure you, it's in my best interests to serve your best interests."

  Rick considered that for a while, part of him wanting to believe her but another part of him still a bit skeptical. "And is that your only goal? Escape Siberia?"

  "I've had ideas for what happens after, but they've been theoretical. If you work with me, that could actually be interesting. If you cut me loose, I'll need to find a way into a foreign firm. Long term, I might want to bring a few friends out of Siberia as well, but their positions are so much weaker than mine, it simply isn't possible now. Basically, I just want to live in a proper capitalist society."

  "It's not as great as it sounds, trust me."

  "No, trust me." Katenka drew herself up, ice swirling around her, and though it had no effect in the human realm, it was still a striking sight. "We talk about Siberia as if survival of the fittest produces the greatest warriors in either realm. Maybe it does, but it also produces villages filled with disease-ridden illiterate peasants. On our side, the lesser demons are used as little more than fodder. It's a horrible system that preys on the weak to enrich the few."

  Rick could only shake his head. "Then I have some bad news for you about capitalism."

  "What, are you saying you'd rather live under a fascist government?" She folded her arms and regarded him sternly. "I'm not naive, Rick. I know your system is harsh, but it's also produced so much good in the world."

  "That might be true, but I've spent most of my life feeling that system kick me directly in the face."

  "Mmm, I can see that we're going to disagree about a few things. But if you take me out of this place, I don't care about your political beliefs. I'll give you as much power as I can to make that happen, though we'll need to be careful until the Showdown leaves Siberia. Or more accurately, until we're away from the Burning Snow long enough for any lingering connections to fade."

  Since things had turned out better than expected, Rick regarded her with a new set of questions. "If we're being all direct with each other, maybe this would be a good time to be honest about all the ambiguous contract stuff. You lied about me being able to shut you up, apparently."

  The ice demon winced at that. "Yes, I did, mainly because I was trying to obfuscate my plan. This is going to have to be an agreement with some trust between us. What I can promise you is that I won't be voyeuristically looking over your shoulder at all times. The exact mechanics are difficult to explain, but you can think of me as between demon and human realms, linked by your mind."

  "Then... if other people were looking in..."

  "You'd look like a crazy person talking to yourself. No one else can hear me, unless you make an investment that allows me to manifest physically. But that would be a more drastic measure, not something we need to get into."

  "No, let's do that." Rick laced his fingers over his stomach and regarded her. "What exactly can you do for me, other than loaning lucrim?"

  "For a start, you should be mostly immune to demonic manipulation now. I can advise you of anything I notice, and the effects themselves should slip off you. What I said about draining from your opponents is true, and I happen to be unusually good at it. That probably won't ever decide a battle for you, but it should improve your stamina. That's all you get for free."

  "But if I invest lucrim into you?"

  "Then it depends on how much you're willing to spend." Katenka continued with a casual shrug. "With my help, you might be able to create some kind of ice spike, but I wouldn't rely on it. With just a little lucrim, I can make you immune to cold. Maybe to drowning, though I wouldn't test that recklessly. If you're willing to throw in a lot, you could temporarily manifest me in the human world, like demon leaders do, but that will be expensive and it would probably exhaust me for days."

  "Good to know." It had all been a huge risk based on incomplete information, but Rick was finally starting to believe he'd made the right decision. He'd feared demonic bonds for years, but it looked like he could get along with Katenka. "I think we can work together. Help me compete in the Showdown and I'll definitely make sure you get wherever you want to go."

  Relief was visible on her face as she took a deep breath, then the expression disappeared into a mask. But that mask soon relaxed into a smile. "I told you that you weren't the first, Rick. A human who stumbles into the demon realm and gives out his blood to demons like Bftgage and Ythsil? That's unusual. I thought that you might be my ticket out of the Burning Snow, but I don't mind working with you."

  "And I don't regret making the contract with you, even if you're a horrible demonic temptress."

  "Heh." Her chuckle was still more like ice breaking than a human sound, but it felt authentic. "I do hope this will be fun. There are so many somber warriors here who care about nothing but bloodlust, it grows rather dull."

  "Actually..." Rick sat back up, looking at her curiously. "You know, I've never really thought about demons having relationships. That can happen, right?"

  "Where do you think baby demons come from?" Katenka smiled, but it was a weary expression. "What you may not realize was that forming the contract was actually more exhausting for me than it was for you. Especially because I've been nervous that you would decide to turn me in the entire time. I will be going dormant, which means you won't be able to contact me even if you need to."

  "So it's a good time to take a shower without you being a problem?"

  "I'll take pictures and use them as blackmail in case you ever turn ag
ainst me." The demon began to fade, but then resolved a little more and looked back at him. "Thank you for this, Rick. I'll make sure it isn't charity."

  He waved off her thanks, but he wasn't sure if she saw, since she was already fading away. When he concentrated more carefully, he thought that he could actually feel the difference in his portfolio. Even if it wasn't official yet, he had access to a significant quantity of power via the demonic bond. Everything else she had promised was absent and her presence itself lay still.

  Rick glanced at the clock, groaned, and then shuffled to take a shower. That had not been the day he expected, but he didn't have any room to complain.

  Chapter 28: Demonic Fusion

  After his experiences in the demon realm, Rick was more than ready to spend several days inside focused on training. Normally he regretted not getting to see more of the country, but everything he'd seen of Siberia had been bleak so far. From chatter among other contestants, he gathered that some of the larger cities in areas such as the former Russia could be enjoyable, but this year they were stationed further north.

  Rick signed the demonic bond's formal contract after confirming that it was as discussed, but then ignored it for several days. Katenka said that she needed to rest and adjust to her new environment in the human realm, and H either understood or chose not to focus on it.

  So instead they focused on fully establishing the Triune Golden Spheres. Rick was building up all three, but only the defensive sphere was fully gold, so H set him on a program to finish the others. Rick drank more Formula T every eight hours, at concentrations that had him dizzy in a way that he rarely was. They were pushing the limit he could manage without addiction, but Rick was glad to see the golden spheres grow a little more each day.

  Before they were completed, H called for a break to give his body time to recover from the over-training. Instead they focused on the demonic bond, which proved to require more technique than Rick had imagined. It did add a little more weight to his lucrima soul just by being there, and when he focused, he could sense the drain on others that Katenka had described.

  There was an art to it, however, and it ran against all his instincts. The technique itself was easy, actually too easy. But his mind resisted drawing on the demonic bond, both naturally and especially when he considered it. Unlike his personal Lucores, he was always aware that every time he drew on it, he would need to repay the lucrim later. It ran deeply against how his gut felt fighting should be.

  H attacked him relentlessly, trying to drill those "bad habits" out of him. Rick actually reacted poorly to that, falling back on his own instincts. But the lectures that went along with it helped a little: H reminded him that he would be drinking philosopher's elixir afterwards and could just repay the bond then. If he was going to exert himself either way, it made more sense to use the demonic bond efficiently. Bit by bit, Rick managed to adjust to using it to strengthen everything else he did.

  Every day's training session came in two waves, first with H and then a second with Katenka. After she adjusted, she was happy to give her own suggestions about use of demonic bonds. Apparently she had been bonded to a number of warriors, so she had significant experience from the other side. She confirmed that he was particularly bad at it, but didn't seem troubled.

  Though Rick looked forward to the Ultimate Defense Ring after a couple weeks, H decided to change their fundamental strategy. The competition in Siberia was likely to be brutal and fighting at the top level before he had mastery of the Triune Golden Spheres risked damage. So instead Rick was enrolled in many lesser defensive events, which gained him no glory but plenty of experience.

  As expected, Rick found the new techniques brutal. Katenka made him nearly immune to any attacks based on cold, but he was still stabbed by more than a few ice shards as well as pummeled by all kinds of strange aura. Yet with each event, Rick found his defenses adapting a little faster. His own defensive core, the second one in the Triune Golden Spheres, and the demonic bond all reinforced one another, giving the Dark Blood Kettle plenty of space to grow.

  In his recovery time, Rick checked the Showdown website to read up on the event he'd be participating in later. It was essentially an endurance melee, the fighters trapped within a sphere of aura small enough that they ended up beating the hell out of each other. He realized that it would be a brutal test not only of his defensive core, but of his new senses as well.

  While researching, Rick found himself wandering into other topics and finding there were some uniquely Siberian events. One involved candidates having their legs locked in place, then they essentially punched each other in the face until one of them fell unconscious or gave up. It sounded ridiculous and yet he kind of wanted to try it.

  After watching a few videos of the event online, he changed his mind. Even the lower ranked fighters could strike with absolutely brutal force, giving up defense for raw offense. The winners often had concussions and long term brain damage, which was a higher price than he was willing to pay. Than anyone should have had to pay, though he began to realize that Siberia made people desperate.

  As they grew used to each other, Katenka would comment more frequently, swirling into being beside him to add her thoughts. She never distracted him while he was fighting or doing something important, and she had quite politely avoided speaking to him while he was showering or sleeping. The reduced privacy should have bothered him, yet he found himself growing accustomed to her presence.

  "We should go out," Katenka said one evening. Rick had just been lying back on the bed, recovering from his training and trying to figure out what to do with the time he couldn't train - having Melissa in Europe really cut into his options. He lifted his head up enough to look at her.

  "Why would you want to walk around this, and I quote, hellhole?"

  "You might be happy staying in hotels all the time, but I'm used to being outside." Katenka floated overhead and smoothed back a lock of her hair, which he only then realized didn't obey gravity. "It's snowing, but you don't have to worry about that thanks to me. Come on, you'll enjoy getting some fresh air."

  Though he considered whether or not this could be some kind of long game to kidnap him, by the time Rick pulled on his shoes, he decided that was just paranoia. Katenka had been nothing but helpful so far and everything she'd said about his leverage over her seemed to be true. Besides, he'd been mentally complaining about being stuck inside, so he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't take the opportunity.

  The guards outside the hotel observed his badge very sternly, but they let him through. As Katenka had said, it was indeed snowing, heavy white flakes slowly blanketing the dark streets. Rick automatically put his hands into his jacket pockets, though as promised, he wasn't cold.

  "See? Isn't this nice?" Katenka floated beside him, floating in a way that reminded him of how he drifted in the demon realm. "I find your white snow so beautifully exotic, though I understand that it's normal here."

  "Yeah, it was good to get outside." Rick glanced over and regarded her thoughtfully. "You know, I'd just assumed that your white motif was because of snow. I mean: hair, skin, eyes, clothes..."

  "You don't need to convince me about my own coloring, Rick."

  "But you get what I mean? I assumed that it was all white because you were a snow demon or whatever. If your snow is black, that doesn't actually make sense, unless it's just a cover you put on to match human expectations?"

  "It's actually more complicated than that." Katenka tapped a finger on her lips as if considering how much she wanted to say and he noticed that her fingernails were pearly white too. Eventually she smiled. "Perhaps the place to start is with stories. The thing is, when humans write stories about demons, they don't think of us as people, just symbols. And symbols have a lot of meaning, but they don't have very much life, if you understand me."

  "I think I do."

  "But the demon realm has been around as long as the human realm. Some argue longer, though I've always been tempted to belie
ve they're inseparable. There have always been people going across the divide in both directions. We influenced your cultures and myths, but you also influenced ours."

  "If it goes both ways, do you tell human stories? Humans coming in the night to kill naughty little demons?"

  Katenka chuckled. "It's not really the same, as young demons are not what you'd consider children. But yes, we do have stories. Perhaps I'll tell you some, at some point."

  "And you're a rusalka?" Rick glanced over at her again, trying to fit her appearance to those he had seen. "I did a little research, but I wasn't sure if it was really relevant to you."

  "Only a little. Because I was born in the far, far north, I'm more ice than water. They're the same chemically, of course, but our world doesn't operate quite like yours. Those transitions tend to be larger barriers than they are here."

  "So if I was dying of thirst in a desert, you couldn't make water?"

  "I could make ice that would melt instantly, so does it matter?"

  "Just asking. If we're going to work together, we might as well understand those limits."

  He thought that Katenka might have smiled at that, but her gaze shifted away from him and she spoke in a quiet voice. "In any case, while it isn't inaccurate to call me a rusalka, don't think of it as a species label. It's more like calling someone a painter... that can be more or less accurate, but it doesn't reflect something deep in their DNA. I don't really care if someone uses the word, but if we're being all friendly, I'd prefer you just called me Katenka."

  Though he considered asking her whether demons actually had DNA, Rick found himself utterly distracted. The streets had been rather mundane up to that point, but as he turned a corner he saw something looming overhead. A statue towered over all the nearby buildings, blocked from the hotel only by a skyscraper between them.