DarkWind: 2nd Book, WindDemon Trilogy (5 page)

The Journal of Kaelia Kahmal

I have created
this missive to record the events leading up to the Ritual of Alluvia that is to be carried out in the Land of the Shadows at the waning of the Lunar Phase, two days hence.

In the year now known as the Year of the Reaper, our sonar network picked up the heat signature of a ship of our Rysalian enemies. The ship was very close to our restricted air space and therefore suspect. We learned the ship was on a training mission from Instructional Camp D-9, the home base of the Rysalian Fleet Command. (It is there that their warrior elite was trained.) The ship was hailed and it was learned the Rysalians were having navigational problems. We warned them away, but they ignored our warnings, arrogant males that they were. After crossing into Amazeen air space in violation of our repeated warnings, the ship was shot down and landed not far from the Veil of Chloe in the Asarat Valley. A patrol of nine Alpha warrioresses was dispatched to see if there were survivors.

Our patrol found nine dead and five so severely hurt, it was a blessing to them to put them out of their misery, which we did with dispatch. It would have been a blessing for us had we slain them all on the spot, for among the twelve crewmembers that were taken into captivity that day was a Ry-Chalean boy.

From the moment our Guardress saw him, she knew him for what he was and immediately rendered him unconscious, taking no chances that he might be old enough to Transition.. He was chained hand and foot and taken to the medical facility for immediate containment and experimentation.

The other prisoners were taken to the Court of Anioch and sold into slavery to various households before the day was out. We had no problems with these males except for one. This one fought fiercely and warned us that to harm the young Ry-Chalean in any way would be dangerous beyond measure. When he spoke the boy’s name, the Court was thrown into much turmoil for it was learned he was called Khiershon Cree, son of the Prime Reaper Kamerone.

(It must be noted here that Kamerone Cree is much feared even among the Amazeen, though he is a mere male. Until the uprising of the Resistance that began on Frontier Station Khamsin-14, he was our enemy’s greatest warrior: their Prime Reaper. Even after his escape from our Rysalian Sisters, his name is spoken in hushed whispers and with much horror on Rysalia Prime. An arrest warrant was issued for the Bloodsire. It is known far and wide that Kamerone Cree is the most wanted man in the universe. One day, we hope to have him at our mercy once again. This time, he will not be allowed to escape the fate reserved expressly for him.)

At the time of his capture, much discussion was had concerning the fate of Khiershon Cree. Fearing the Prime Reaper would learn of his blood son’s imprisonment and come for the boy, a message was sent through the Diabolusian Ministry to Rysalia Prime informing our enemies there were no survivors of the crash for the ship exploded upon impact. The Goddesses were with us for no word ever came from our enemies questioning the truth of the matter. Apparently, young dearg duls were considered expendable by the government of Rysalia at that time.

Yet what to do with the young Reaper we held captive?

Against all warnings made by the Elders of the Obelisk and our Defense Queen, the Domestic Queen decided the Ry-Chalean male could be put to better use than as a mere slave of
a royal household or a drudge in the caravans of a bedouin. There were those who advocated putting him to the sword, but the Domestic Queen prevailed and it was under her own aegis she took the young male, whom we learned was of eleven Solar Passings. It was Queen Rhia’s intent to breed this demon-beast when he reached puberty to her own daughter, the Princess Raphaella, in order to produce a superior female offspring.

(It must also be noted here the Domestic Queen, who, at the time of her capture by the brutish Rysalia Retrieval Team, was quick with child. Her arrival from Terra in that condition engineered heated debate on FSK-11 and it was only through the Grace of Alluvia that she was not slain then and there or the child aborted. No doubt the Shepherd responsible for her capture was put to death for his oversight. Thankfully, our future Queen was taken into the care of Dr. Natalia Rhu and was brought through Resistance channels to Amazeen where she gave birth to the Princess Raphaella. I must state here for clarification purposes, the Terran woman’s arrival on Amazeen was met with intense opposition. Defense Queen Moiria took an instant dislike to the woman and issued a challenge to combat. Once more the fates were with the Terran woman for when she was able to rise from her birth bed, she met Queen Moiria’s challenge well and triumphed over her adversary. She became our 93rd Domestic Queen: the first non-Amazeen to sit the Delta throne. Mother and daughter have since risen through the ranks of the Multitude to goddess status and it has been decided the Princess Raphaella will become our next Defense Queen.)

As for the Ry-Chalean boy, the Queen believed a child of the union between her daughter and the Reaper could result in a vastly superior female soldier. The child would be graceful and quick like her mother, but agile and strong in the way of her sire. She would also garner the psychic ability of the Reaper: a trait necessary when dealing with that despicable race. The Queen convinced the Elders of the Obelisk that a child born from the seed of the seed of Kamerone Cree would be invincible.

 Thus it was decided the Reaper would be kept in the medical facility until he was of age (the scientists reckoned this to be eighteen Solar passings) to impregnate the Princess Raphaella and his essence taken. He was kept chained to the wall, under constant observation and not allowed to either interact with or see his keepers.

 
(Note: This was not a cruel punishment as some have charged. The Reaper was accustomed to such treatment on the Instructional Base. Other than the confinement of his leg shackle, we did nothing that was not standard procedure on his home world where his every move was watched by A.I.U.s.)     

 
When the time of the male’s puberty came upon him, he underwent his first Transition. He was thirteen Solar Passings by then and strong for a male of that age. He managed to break his leg chain and escape the medical facility, but he was discovered quickly. It took five warrioresses to bring him down and capture him, but not before two of them were slain, their throats ripped open by his unsheathed claws. Thrown into a cell created well in advance of this first Transitioning, the young Reaper was left to suffer his affliction without benefit of the much-needed Sustenance his kind requires. (Note: this was an oversight that nearly drove the young one mad with hunger before one of those who had been on the ship with him was able to get word to us of what was needed.)

It must be said here that the Princess Raphaella was at no time afraid of the Reaper. Although older than he by seven years, she seemed well content to receive his essence when the time was right. She would sit for hours on end watching the monitor that was focused on his cell. He was well aware of being watched and who it was that watched him for he spoke to her often
though she was not allowed to speak with him. We believe the young princess to have become much enamored of the Reaper during this time. To look upon him is to understand why an impressionable female would find him so enticing: he is, unquestionably, a beautiful male specimen, though a deadly one.

And therein lay the problem...

By the time he had achieved sixteen Solar Passings, many an Amazeen began to look upon Khiershon Cree with unbridled lust. Many would make reason to stop by the monitoring room and observe him. He knew this was being done and would stare hotly into the camera of his cell, often shocking his watcher by calling her name. Now and again, those Amazeen assigned to watch him would open the Vid-Com link and carry on forbidden conversations with him. When it was discovered such behavior was occurring, the audio link was terminated. This seemed to amuse him rather than cause dismay that he would no longer have contact with his keepers.

At the time of seventeen Solar Passings, his attitude became disrespectful to the point of surliness. He openly defied many restrictions and was constantly testing his limitations. He was chastised for these actions, which only seemed to amuse him the more. Even when we were forced to punish him severely for trespasses against the laws of the Multitude, he merely laughed at the pain though the effect of it could clearly be seen in his gaze. It was not until his transgressions were punished on the person of the young man, Iyan, that we gained some small amount of control over Khiershon Cree; it was obvious he held that one in some great esteem. Threat of agonizing punishment of Iyan, five Solar Passings the elder of the two, drastically cut down on the trouble we garnered from the Reaper.

Until two days before his eighteenth Solar Passing.

That is when the dreams began.

At first, only a few of us were affected by the strange, unsettling dreams. Then more and more warrioresses began to report nightly invasions of her sleep that were so vivid, so intensely real, that it became evident this was no mere phenomenon of overly-active libidos but a calculated mental assault upon the persons of each and every Amazeen. When the Reaper was brought before the Court and told to stop this psychic rape, he laughed at the Elders and stood there, unrepentant and defiant, smiling hatefully at those who had dared to judge him. Even as he stood before the Elders, flanked by six Elite warrioresses of Adil, he was able to cause the Elders, Old Women that They are, to wax and wane with such powerful sexual releases, They cried out before us.

“Put him to the sword!” They cried, alarmed at his ability to move Them while standing many paces from the Bench. “Put him to death for he is a demon!”

Of course, this had always been known: Reapers are changelings, warebeasts, Dearg Duls from the world of Chale. But no one had guessed at the sexual powers instilled in the powerful-growing body of this young male. We knew he could read minds, but up until that time, he had not exhibited what we later learned was a very adept psychic ability to place thoughts where they should not be.

And cause intense surges of sexual longing that can best be described only as evil incarnate.

So alarmed did the Court become that the young man, Iyan, was hurriedly sent for and brought, dagger to his throat, to his knees before the Bench.

“Stop this now or you will be the cause of this man’s death!” the Chief Elder warned the Reaper.

As I write this, I can still see the fury that leapt in the amber glare of the Reaper’s eyes when McGregor was brought in. The Reaper knew what had been done to his friend and the fury pulsing from those molten eyes was lethal. I shiver at the look of hellish intent that passed quickly over his face before he dropped to his knees beside his friend and offered his own throat to the dagger.

“Kill me now and be done with it!” he snarled, “for unless you do, I will make every gods-be-damned woman on this world wish she had never been born for what you have done to this man!”

In answer to the Reaper’s rash demand, the dagger was drawn across the throat of the Reaper’s friend and bright crimson flooded over the ebony stones of the Court. With a scream of such primal agony it took us all aback, Khiershon Cree threw himself over the body of his friend. Before we could stop him, he tore the veins of his own wrist open with his teeth to allow the black blood to pulse into the gushing wound of Iyan’s throat.

Even as we watched in stunned amazement, Iyan’s crimson blood slowed to a trickle and the lethal wound began to close. Hovering over his friend, his wrist to Iyan’s throat, the Reaper began to chant in the ancient language of the Chalean priests: a Charm of Making, the Elders told us. Whatever it was, it healed the young man and brought him back from the very arms of the Gatherer.

For a long time we stood there, watching as Khiershon Cree rocked his unconscious friend against him, crooning words that we could not understand. When at last he was sure the young man would live, he turned eyes now dulled with surrender to the Elders who were gawking at him with fear and awe.

“He is all I have. Do not hurt him again and I will give you no more trouble,” he said softly. “I will do whatever you will have me do, I will humble myself to you, if you will give me your word of honor, on the Court of the Veils, that you will never lay another hand to Iyan McGregor to hurt him in any way.”

He bowed his head in what we thought was defeat and when he looked up, we were astounded to see tears in his eyes. It is well-known that Reapers do not cry. “I will do whatever is asked of me, but swear you will never harm my friend again. Swear it and I will be your obedient servant until there is no more breath within this body.”

The Elders conferred amongst Themselves and decided it was best to do as he asked if it meant he would no longer fight the destiny planned for him. It was agreed and They gave Their unbreakable vows as Elders of the Court: No harm would ever befall Iyan McGregor at the hands of an Amazeen.

How well he played us that day. How well he knew, even then, the great power within him. Looking back, we now have no doubt among us that he knew he would be able to save his friend by feeding the man from his own tainted blood: blood infected with that which makes him what he is. He staged the entire drama, sacrificed a few moments of pain for Iyan for the certain knowledge that we would not be able to stop him when the time came.