the Nightside. So, it's over. Your precious scheme is dead in the water. Stand down your armies. This isn't your Nightside any more. You don't belong here. Just… go away, and leave us alone."

But she was already smiling and shaking her head. "You always did think too small, John. The Speaking Gun was never that important to me. It was just there to make things easier for you. It would have been a more… merciful method, that's all. Now I'll just have to do it the hard way. And don't you dare cry. You brought this on yourself. The Speaking Gun was never intended to be my main weapon against the Nightside, John. That was, and is, you. That is why I gave birth to you, after all."

"What?" I said. My mind was numb, from too many reverses. "I don't understand…"

"Of course you don't. I arranged for you to inherit one particular gift from me, John, so I could make use of it when the time was right. I will make you do what you were born to do. I will make you use your gift to find for me the perfect form of the Nightside, the original uncontaminated model that I always intended it to be, and when you've found that for me I will enforce that version on all the world."

"I won't do it," I said. I tried to look away from her, from her deep dark eyes, and couldn't. "I won't do that!"

"You don't have any choice, sweetie. I decided your fate before you were even born, working on you while you were still forming in my womb. All through the first few years of your childhood, I built a geas deep within your mind, so I'd be able to use it in this place, on this day. A geas to bend your will to mine. That's why you've never been able to remember your early years with me. It became necessary for me to leave the dear bosom of my family before I was quite finished with you, but there's enough there to do the job. I can see it, squirming deep in your mind, wrapped around your soul."

"You do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?" I said. Never let them see they've got you rattled… "Why didn't my gift tell me any of this, when I questioned it earlier?"

"Because it's not your gift, it's mine. I gave it to you, to do my will." She pirouetted slowly, arms outstretched, mistress of all she surveyed, smiling like a cat with a small bird in its jaws. "Time to redecorate, I think. The old place has become terribly infested. I will spread my Nightside across all the Earth, freeing it from the influence of Heaven and Hell. I'll steal the world away from both those Tyrants, and make the Earth my playground, for all time. And everything that lives on it, including Humanity, that bothersome breed, will be swept aside and replaced with something more to my liking. Including you, my dearest boy. You'll be so much happier when I've remade you in my own true image. You will kneel at my feet and sing my praises through all eternity. Won't that be nice? A mother and her son, together, forever."

And I had just destroyed the Speaking Gun, the only weapon that might have stopped her.

Unless… the last time I went face-to-face with Lilith, long and long ago, back at the very creation of the Nightside, I'd found a way to hurt and weaken her. I grinned nastily, inside. I'm John Taylor. I always have one more trick up my sleeve. I fired up my gift, driving it ruthlessly with the last of my will, and used it to find the link between my mother and me. The physical, mental, and magical connections between a mother and her only son. A trick I'd used before, to drain the life energy right out of her.

But when I reached out through the link, she was right there waiting for me. Her will slammed through the link, slapping me aside, monstrously strong and utterly overpowering. I cried out and fell to my knees as she drained the life energy out of me, despite everything I could do to stop her. She smiled down at me.

"You didn't really expect to catch me with the same trick twice, did you? Not when I've had so many years to think about this day, this moment, planning it all down to