There is, however, another, less reliable way. If you do not wish to become an angel—”
“I don’t.”
She glanced from Kristof to me. “Your…attachment to this world has changed, then?”
“It has.”
She nodded. “Then perhaps that will be what you needed. As I said, the choice was yours, and we will not press the matter further, although we may find other tasks for you from time to time.”
“That’s fine. Thank you. Now what’s this other way?”
“You know there are magics for testing the sincerity of a demon. Something I believe you’ve tested fairly recently.” Her gaze shunted to Kristof. “There are also magics to do the same with a spirit. This spell would test Dachev’s words, but couldn’t force him to speak those words.”
“In other words, I need to trick him into telling me.”
She shook her head. “This spell requires his active participation. He must recite part of the incantation, and you cannot ‘trick’ him into doing that.”
“Okay, so I have to persuade a psychopath trapped in hell to voluntarily tell me how to catch his former partner—”
“There’s more.”
“Of course there is.”
Kristof walked behind me and put his arms around my waist, letting me lean against him. I felt his warmth against my back and relaxed.
“He can hurt you,” the Fate said.
“Who? Dachev? But I’m a—”
“A ghost, yes. But in that world—it’s part of the magic there. Physical pain is possible, and there’s nothing we can do to shield you from it. He can’t kill you, of course, but he can hurt you…and we may not be able to erase all the damage.”
“Uh-huh. Well, I didn’t really need both my arms anyway.”
Kristof chuckled against my ear.
The Fate frowned at me. “I don’t think you’re taking this seriously, Eve.”
“Look, compared to what you’ve already suggested, I’m willing to take the risk, okay?”
“We’re willing,” Kris murmured against my ear. “I’ll be right beside you.”
“No, Kristof,” the Fate said.
He opened his mouth to object, but the Fate lifted her hand.
“We will not let you go with Eve. That is an absolute, so do not argue the matter or you’ll only delay her. As for why we won’t allow it, I’m sure you already know. Perhaps you could help her, but you will also hinder her. Anyone we sent with her, even Katsuo, could prove a dangerous distraction. In a place like that, she must look to her own safety at all times.”
“I’ll go alone,” I said. “That’s best. One question: If I can hurt, he can hurt, right?”
“Yes, but…” She hesitated. “I have said that I will respect your decision not to ascend, and I am loath to do anything that could be seen as pushing you toward that choice, and yet…” She gripped the side of the spinning wheel and leaned forward. “This much I must say, if only because it would unpardonable to omit it. Were you to find yourself in a situation where no other escape is possible, ascension is still an option. You need only to wish for it, and the Creator will grant it immediately. You would then be impervious to harm and would be able to use the sword. But, know this, Eve, if you ascend, we cannot reverse the process, however much we may wish to.”
“I understand. Now tell me more about this Dachev. If he’s in your realms, that makes him a supernatural.”
“He’s a magician.”
I thumped my head back against Kristof’s shoulder and sighed. “Of course he is.”
Magicians were related to sorcerers, and they had even more reason than their brethren to hate witches. Magicians are a substandard form of spell-casters. I say that with no snobbery. Sorcerers and witches can argue over which race is less powerful, but even a sorcerer would admit, albeit grudgingly, that a witch outranked a magician any day.
For centuries, there had been no distinction between male spell-casters—they were all sorcerers, and all inferior to witches. At the time, their magic was limited to simple illusions and sleight of hand, the kind of magic you can see at a kid’s birthday party these days. Then witches, being the generous fools they often are, decided it was time to join forces, a drive for sexual equality a thousand years before the suffragettes hit the streets.
Witches taught the sorcerers how to strengthen their skills with stronger magic and incantations. All went just dandy for a few hundred years, until the Inquisition hit, and sorcerers turned on the witches. But that’s ancient history…even if it doesn’t keep either race from holding a grudge five hundred