Skin Game
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She came through fast, during the firefight, Michael said to me. There wasnt any way for me to stop her.
My throat burned and felt raw, but I croaked, It worked out. Thanks.
Always.
Nicodemus approached us with his expression entirely neutral, and eyed Michael.
We neednt fear further interference from Tessa. It will take her time to pull herself together. How did you do that? he demanded.
I didnt, Michael said simply.
Nicodemus and Deirdre exchanged an uneasy glance.
All of you, hear me, Michael said quietly. He turned and stood between themFallen angels and monsters and scoundrels and mortal fiendsand me. You think your power is what shapes the world you walk in. But that is an illusion. Your choices shape your world. You think your power will protect you from the consequences of those choices. But you are wrong. You create your own rewards. There is a Judge. There is Justice in this world. And one day you will receive what you have earned. Choose carefully.
His voice resonated oddly in that space, the words not loud, but absolutely penetrating, touched with something more than mortal, with an awareness beyond that of simple space and time. He was, in that moment, a Messenger, and no one who heard him speak could doubt it.
Silence settled on the vault, and no one moved or spoke.
Nicodemus looked away from Michael and said calmly, Dresden. Are you capable of opening the Way?
I took a steadying breath, and looked around for the key to the manacles. Id dropped it while being simultaneously eaten, smothered, and driven insane. Hell, I was lucky there hadnt been any anaphylactic shock involved.
Or, all things considered, maybe luck had nothing to do with it.
Michael spotted the key and picked it up. I held out my hand and he began unlocking the manacles.
What did that mean? I asked him in a whisper.
You heard it as well as I did, he replied, with a small shrug. I suppose it wasnt a message for us.
I looked slowly over the others as the manacles came off and thought that maybe it had been.
Uriel, I thought. You sneaky bastard. But you werent telling me anything I didnt already suspect.
The thorn manacles fell away and the icy power of Winter suffused me again. The pain vanished. The raw, chewed skin became nothing. The exhaustion fell away and I drew a deep, cleansing breath.
Then I summoned my will, spun on my heel, slashed at the air with my staff, and called, Aparturum!
And with a surge of my will and power, and a sudden line of sullen red light in the air, I tore an opening into the Underworld.
Thirty-seven
The lights blew out in showers of sparks and there was an instant, thunderousexplosion behind us, and the closed door of the vault rang like an enormous bell. While the thick steel walls of the vault were impenetrable to the shot of the antipersonnel mines, I didnt want to think about how much metal had just rebounded from them and gone flying off at every angle imaginable, and I wondered if anyone had just died as a result.
There was a great grinding sound, as if some part of the buildings structure had slowly collapsed, somewhere outside the vault, and in the dim red glow of the tear in the fabric of reality, I could barely make out the faces around me.
Hells bells, I said to Michael. Binder? His prisoners?
I helped him move them, Michael said at once. Its partly why it took me so long to get to you. Once we knew about the mines, we got everyone out of that hallway and back up to the first floor.
Where there were only bullets flying around, Grey said, his voice dry.
I grimaced, but thered been no help for it. Marcone had set up those mines, not me, and I just had to hope that the initial impact against the vault had robbed the explosively propelled projectiles of most of their strength.
Meanwhile, the torn-cloth ribbon of light in the air of the vault had spread, the Way to the Underworld opening before us, red light pouring into the strong room, and I could see scarlet flames dancing on the far side. The smell of sulfur wafted out of the Way. A moment later, there was a sudden, hot wind driving even more of the scent out of it, and pushing my hair back from my forehead.
As the flames danced and bowed with the wind, I could see a dark shape behind thema wall rising up maybe forty yards away from us, with a clear arch shape beneath it. The arch was filled with brilliant fire, so dense that I could see nothing beyond it.
Nicodemus stepped up to stand beside me, staring into the Underworld. His dark eyes glittered with scarlet highlights.
The Gate of Fire, he murmured. Miss Ascher, if you please.
Um, Hannah Ascher said. She swallowed. No one said jack about me being the first one into the Underworld.
Im not sure anyone else could survive in there for more than a moment, Nicodemus said. Dresden?
I squinted at the inferno raging beyond the Way and said, Its pretty tough to argue with fire. Thats why wizards like to use it as a weapon. Heat that intense, I could keep it off me for maybe ten or twenty secondsif you let me get a nap and a meal in before you asked me to deal with the next gate. I peered more closely. Look there, in the archway. On the right wall, about five feet up.
Hannah Ascher stopped next to me, and squinted through the Way. Is that a lever?
My throat burned and felt raw, but I croaked, It worked out. Thanks.
Always.
Nicodemus approached us with his expression entirely neutral, and eyed Michael.
We neednt fear further interference from Tessa. It will take her time to pull herself together. How did you do that? he demanded.
I didnt, Michael said simply.
Nicodemus and Deirdre exchanged an uneasy glance.
All of you, hear me, Michael said quietly. He turned and stood between themFallen angels and monsters and scoundrels and mortal fiendsand me. You think your power is what shapes the world you walk in. But that is an illusion. Your choices shape your world. You think your power will protect you from the consequences of those choices. But you are wrong. You create your own rewards. There is a Judge. There is Justice in this world. And one day you will receive what you have earned. Choose carefully.
His voice resonated oddly in that space, the words not loud, but absolutely penetrating, touched with something more than mortal, with an awareness beyond that of simple space and time. He was, in that moment, a Messenger, and no one who heard him speak could doubt it.
Silence settled on the vault, and no one moved or spoke.
Nicodemus looked away from Michael and said calmly, Dresden. Are you capable of opening the Way?
I took a steadying breath, and looked around for the key to the manacles. Id dropped it while being simultaneously eaten, smothered, and driven insane. Hell, I was lucky there hadnt been any anaphylactic shock involved.
Or, all things considered, maybe luck had nothing to do with it.
Michael spotted the key and picked it up. I held out my hand and he began unlocking the manacles.
What did that mean? I asked him in a whisper.
You heard it as well as I did, he replied, with a small shrug. I suppose it wasnt a message for us.
I looked slowly over the others as the manacles came off and thought that maybe it had been.
Uriel, I thought. You sneaky bastard. But you werent telling me anything I didnt already suspect.
The thorn manacles fell away and the icy power of Winter suffused me again. The pain vanished. The raw, chewed skin became nothing. The exhaustion fell away and I drew a deep, cleansing breath.
Then I summoned my will, spun on my heel, slashed at the air with my staff, and called, Aparturum!
And with a surge of my will and power, and a sudden line of sullen red light in the air, I tore an opening into the Underworld.
Thirty-seven
The lights blew out in showers of sparks and there was an instant, thunderousexplosion behind us, and the closed door of the vault rang like an enormous bell. While the thick steel walls of the vault were impenetrable to the shot of the antipersonnel mines, I didnt want to think about how much metal had just rebounded from them and gone flying off at every angle imaginable, and I wondered if anyone had just died as a result.
There was a great grinding sound, as if some part of the buildings structure had slowly collapsed, somewhere outside the vault, and in the dim red glow of the tear in the fabric of reality, I could barely make out the faces around me.
Hells bells, I said to Michael. Binder? His prisoners?
I helped him move them, Michael said at once. Its partly why it took me so long to get to you. Once we knew about the mines, we got everyone out of that hallway and back up to the first floor.
Where there were only bullets flying around, Grey said, his voice dry.
I grimaced, but thered been no help for it. Marcone had set up those mines, not me, and I just had to hope that the initial impact against the vault had robbed the explosively propelled projectiles of most of their strength.
Meanwhile, the torn-cloth ribbon of light in the air of the vault had spread, the Way to the Underworld opening before us, red light pouring into the strong room, and I could see scarlet flames dancing on the far side. The smell of sulfur wafted out of the Way. A moment later, there was a sudden, hot wind driving even more of the scent out of it, and pushing my hair back from my forehead.
As the flames danced and bowed with the wind, I could see a dark shape behind thema wall rising up maybe forty yards away from us, with a clear arch shape beneath it. The arch was filled with brilliant fire, so dense that I could see nothing beyond it.
Nicodemus stepped up to stand beside me, staring into the Underworld. His dark eyes glittered with scarlet highlights.
The Gate of Fire, he murmured. Miss Ascher, if you please.
Um, Hannah Ascher said. She swallowed. No one said jack about me being the first one into the Underworld.
Im not sure anyone else could survive in there for more than a moment, Nicodemus said. Dresden?
I squinted at the inferno raging beyond the Way and said, Its pretty tough to argue with fire. Thats why wizards like to use it as a weapon. Heat that intense, I could keep it off me for maybe ten or twenty secondsif you let me get a nap and a meal in before you asked me to deal with the next gate. I peered more closely. Look there, in the archway. On the right wall, about five feet up.
Hannah Ascher stopped next to me, and squinted through the Way. Is that a lever?
