The wall panel was smoking.
Before I could regain my footing, the door slid open like something out of a sci-fi movie, exposing what appeared to be another dark, dank tunnel. I righted myself and glanced down at my hand. It was totally healed. No damage whatsoever. It still tingled a little, but that was minor, especially since I’d thought it would resemble raw hamburger. “What do we do now?” I asked.
“Now we go. And it’s a good thing, because we have no more time to lose.” She exited through the doorway and I followed.
I immediately noticed the new tunnel walls were veined with something other than flint. Instead of being glittery, these walls had long, tubular vessels spreading out in every direction. I squinted. It almost appeared as though blood were pumping through them. “Why does it look like this rock has blood-filled veins?”
Lily grabbed my shirt sleeve and tugged me into an alcove. She punched a button and the same watery gel as in the gazebo coated us, cleaning us instantly.
Lily pressed another button and a fan dried us in moments. “To answer your question, the cave walls are alive and those are veins. They bring nutrients to the rock.”
“What do you mean alive? As in living, breathing, with a soul?” I asked, trotting behind her as she took off down the tunnel.
“No.” She tossed her head back at me in exasperation. “Alive, as in like a tree or a flower.”
“Flowers and trees don’t have blood running through them,” I helpfully pointed out as we turned and ran down another passageway, the creepy veins intertwining all around us. “If the cave is alive and grows, it must constantly shift.” I had to admit it was a little hard to wrap my mind around living rock.
“Yes, the cells here shift,” she said absentmindedly as we ran faster. “They must be maintained, but the benefit outweighs the effort. The beasts housed here can feed directly from the wall themselves, so they require very little upkeep. It is a harmonious pairing.”
Harmonious? How about… strange and… weirdly primal? We started to pass row after row of short, solid doors. Various noises and snorts were issuing out of all of them. I did not want to find out what was inside.
“What’s the plan?” I called. “You said something about going to the Sholls?”
“Yes, we are heading to the Sholls. It’s located the in between and is the only place that will provide us with cover.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I almost tripped. Heading into an “in between” sounded tricky, but going in between the Underworld and gods knew where sounded bad.
“It is the only way,” she urged. “Come, we must hurry.”
“This ‘in between’ doesn’t sound great to me,” I said. “Isn’t there a place here we can go? I came in through the garbage dump and there wasn’t much action there.”
“In order to lose the guards, we must become undetectable, and to do that we have to leave this tangible plane. Once we are there, we will cross to the courthouse where your brother is being held and go back through a portal. Not only is it necessary to lose our tail, but it’s efficient as well.” There were shouts in the distance. “Very few demons know the way to the Sholls, and once they enter they cannot navigate it. But I am not one of them, so this has just become your lucky day.”
“It’s not feeling lucky,” I muttered. “This trip has not gone according to any plan we’d formulated.”
“Really? And what exactly was your master plan? Arrive in the Underworld and defeat five hundred thousand demons by yourself?” She turned a corner quickly and the topography changed instantly. This tunnel had a blue hue and no veins. It resembled water. I wondered if the beasts drank from this rock.
Tally had never mentioned how many demons lived on this plane, but five hundred thousand seemed like a lot. Most Sects were lucky if they had numbers in the hundreds. “No, that wasn’t the plan,” I answered as I jogged behind her. “But I was supposed to have some of my team with me and, at the very least, spells if I ran into trouble.”
“Witches’ spells are useless here. They are only effective on us when we are on your plane, because our own magic is lessened there. There are a few demon varieties who will fall victim to a witch spell for a short time here in the Underworld, but overall, they do not affect us much.”
That wasn’t great news. “How many demon species are there, anyway? It’s tough to see any differences when you’re all glamoured to look the same.”
“We are in She’ol,” she answered as she turned down yet another tunnel. This one was still blue, but a lighter hue. As I inspected it more closely, it appeared to have small sapphires dotting the walls. “All the demons here are what we refer to as true demons. We have many kinds of demons in the Underworld: fire demons, water demons, horned demons, incubi, and succubi, to name a few, but they all live on different levels of Hell.”
“What’s the difference between a true demon and the rest?”
“True demons contain pure blood magic. They can glamour themselves and their blood is potent. Other demons have different abilities. A fire demon can produce fire, but cannot spell. An incubus can seduce, but cannot glamour. We have arrived.” The demoness stopped in front of a bland-looking wall. This particular chunk of rock was brown and dead-looking, unlike all the vibrant blue we’d just passed.
Multiple shouts in Demonish and fierce growls were closing in behind us. “They’re coming.”
Lily turned toward me. “Hold on to me, whatever happens. If you let go, you will be lost to the in between.”
My wolf snarled, clearly uneasy about this plan.
Lily aimed her already regenerated fingers at the wall and shouted something I didn’t understand. Immediately following there was a pulse of energy that almost sent me flying. The demoness reached out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me into the vortex right as a full-grown chupacabra turned the corner.
Holy crap! It was five times the size of the ones in the trash heap, eyes glowing, saliva dripping, teeth as long as swords.