Cursed Times - What Now?

Chapter 20 - Summoning

Metjen congratulated himself on his initiative. It had been a wise move to throw a veil over certain parts of Trueth's memories. Not that Iseret would deliberately search the recesses of Trueth's mind without provocation, she had always considered this to be the epitome of rudeness. But one never knew... . 'Your Wisdom, be aware that these images plague me too—outside the temple. What I perceive is not as graphic—but I definitely experience nightmares.'

Iseret glowered at him instead, which was better. 'You always wait long until you come to me.'

Metjen inclined his head briefly to show his regret. 'I wanted to have more specific news to impart, Your Wisdom, as this is most confusing. I can see you are trying to spare the brothers and sisters unnecessary trouble, but these phenomena are plaguing both Trueth and me, so maybe you could explain. It would save us much concern?'

Iseret snorted. 'Telling you will more likely save me from concern, you bothersome whelp. You are just like your... .'

She stared into the garden until she turned back to them. 'None of this now. I will tell you what you must understand, so you do not cause harm.'

Iseret took a deep breath. 'You will have worked out these dreams come from the key—like the voice we all heard on the day of the ceremony. Both remind us of a great crime committed a long time ago. Foolish priests called forth the minions of Seth, the demons. These priests believed they could harness what is dark and evil and use it to do good. But this you cannot do. Ever. The demons escaped their control, liked this world and turned it into their home.'

Iseret floated through the garden, her unseeing eyes beholding a scene caught behind the barrier of time. Nobody spoke. The only sounds came from the distant traffic and the tinkling of the fountain. She whipped around. 'You see all this.' Her sweeping gesture swished past the leaves of the nearest bushes, but Metjen did not believe she was referring to their landscaping arrangements.

Iseret continued. 'This world is what they made it—chaos and destruction, strife, and war. They suck in the pain, and they prosper. The priests of old times could only seal the wound to stop more of the dark horde from coming, and the Servants have been guarding the access ever since.

'Once in a while, a foolish person summoned another demon—but never in those numbers. The Servants made sure of this, too. Now we are weak, and the key has warned us our time might soon run out. When we are gone, mankind will be completely alone

'The dream mentions no demons?' Trueth had defrosted and went straight for the jugular. Iseret hovered towards her, black glare at full beam, and for good measure tapped Trueth's forehead repeatedly with her bony finger.

'It wants us to act. This might engage us in a battle with the demons. We cannot do this–you know how few we are, how feeble our talents. One misplaced step will rip the old wound open. More of Seth's minions come, mankind is lost—and one more plane is conquered. So be careful.'

She pivoted towards Metjen. 'If you hear the voices from so far away, your powers are growing. And this is true too for your siblings who you forgot to mention to me. All this is good, but it is not enough to win. You never listen—but listen once. Think well before you proceed—and if you do, take the right choice. I bid you good night.'

She landed on the lawn, donned her scarf with a determined gesture, nodded at them and prowled out of the garden into the night.

Trueth ran her hands through the remains of her coiffure which was well on its way back towards its usual chaos. 'Do I believe this wild story where priests conjure up the residents of the underworld? Talking of demons, if you look at those in charge nowadays, one does wonder—'

'—Don't go there, it boggles the mind. Though it explains a few things... .' A siren wailed in the distance. Metjen waited for it to stop before continuing. 'Yes, I believe her. Still, she's only told us what's at stake, not what's going on. We have what she thinks is necessary to stop us from doing silly things. Like ushering in the rest of the black horde by accident.'

'I think she knows you very well.' Trueth grinned at him widely.

'Thanks, but I was hoping she'd part with more backstory.' It was Metjen's turn to prowl the garden.

'Should we not leave things alone?' Trueth seemed to search for solutions in the balmy night skies.

'You're giving the term advocatus diaboli a whole new dimension,' Metjen said. 'I tell you something, I don't think she wants us to stop. She talks about thinking before acting and doing the right thing. But she hasn't blocked me, and she's always ultra-clear if she doesn't want things to happen. Interesting, isn't it?'

'True. Maybe she's a demon.' Trueth said.

'You really are... .' Metjen slumped over the table and put his head in his hands. 'Why can't I get at the damn wall when Rani has no problems?' He banged the wood in frustration.

Trueth pulled a face. 'I knew this Blessing was a bad idea. Who did it, Iseret? The wall could be trying to keep out those tainted by her demonic aura.'

He was tempted to dunk the woman into the fountain. But she was right about the Blessing. 'Nobody in my family has ever joined the Servants and nobody ever had the Blessing before me. We're agreed that we must be descended from the Guardians—we just happen to have forgotten what we're supposed to guard. Light on its own is a bit vague. I think something wants me because I'm a Guardian. But it doesn't like the Blessing.

'It hasn't called me, and I thought I was part of the solution to a problem we still haven't found. Unless this demon stuff is it.'

She had nailed it.

'Yes!' Metjen banged the table again, this time using both fists. Fortunately, there was no cat underneath.

He jumped up, hugged Trueth and kissed her repeatedly on her cheeks. She extricated herself, her blush clashing violently with the fire halo of her hair.

'What's Arabic for loony bin? I need to make a phone call,' Trueth said.

'Of course, you're being called, otherwise you wouldn't suffer from nightmares. The wall did not whisper during your first visit?'

Trueth shook her head.

'So, we go there next. We take Rani-Ra and Ranofer into that corridor and see what happens. And I'll be with you. '

'How on Earth is this going to work? Didn't you say you can't get there—'

'I can get reasonably close, at least for a while. I can't come with you all the way, but I'll be in your head and protect you remotely from messing things up. Just in case these demons are lurking in the vicinity, or whatever else is going on. I've had enough. I want a complete version of this blasted message. Now.'

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