stronger and it will make him weaker.”
“By that reasoning, if I don’t use my power, it won’t get stronger.” He continued to walk away.
“It’s too late, once you started using your powers they won’t go away,” she called. “It will just increase until you learn control.”
“Whatever!”
Furious Mirim paced up and down the pavement. Stupid boy, he wasn’t safe. No one was safe. She wasn’t going to let their parents’ sacrifices go to waste!
She sent her mind back to the Matrix. The girl had used her ‘magic’ for want of a better word. There just had to be a way to trace her. The girl’s element was a direct complement or opposite of her own. There had to be a way she could find her without Jake. Jake would come around, he just needed some time to himself.
Spotting a handy brick wall Mirim sat down to wait. The girl would use her power soon - she wouldn’t be able to help it. When she did, Mirim would be waiting.
Adramelech materialized in real-space. On all four sides were white painted buildings with a small park in the center. He stood in the doorway of a shop with a Corinthian pillar obscuring him from passers-by. The tinkling of the tall fountain to his right assaulted his senses after the quiet of no-space. People were milling in twos and threes quietly chatting as they went in and out of shops.
Quickly cloaking himself in skin and robe, Adramelech stopped to observe a man passing. Noting the style, he copied his clothes. His long black robe morphed to form blue jeans and a short, red jacket. Checking his reflection in the shop window Adramelech compared himself with other shoppers. Standard fare he thought. There doesn’t seem to be any originality in this place. He grimaced. Humans. He just didn’t understand why some of the brethren liked them.
He shook his head. To him they were a means to end. With the power of the Citadel he could return to his own world and get revenge on those that had banished him. He’d searched countless dimensions for something, which would help. It was by pure luck that Aras had called him and not one of the others. That was the ignorance of the Magi. They could call his people. They could command them but they didn’t understand what they held. They were too blinded by greed to bother to find out.
Adramelech snarled. His people, who they called demons, were exiles. After his banishment from Earth, his people had labeled him a criminal and a troublemaker. They didn’t have prisons as other worlds knew them so they banished people like him to the no-space between dimensions. Without bearings you could be right beside a reality and not know it. Trapped there, he’d been fully aware but without a way to form a body. This was far more effective for his kind than any prison could ever be.
The sun was high in the sky - midday he thought. Time worked differently between the worlds. It could take an instant, hours, days or even years to travel the vast distances among them. He could have been floating in no-space for thousands of years before Aras had called him. Travel between the dimensions was an imprecise science among his people. Once the knowledge to cross the dimensions with accuracy was basic knowledge to even the simplest Deoc, but that knowledge was lost before his lifetime.
He sniffed the air. There was something about this place. He felt as if he’d been here before. He’d been to a great many worlds but this one had a familiar feel... It would come back to him, but he’d better recharge first. Fighting Aras’ control had sapped more strength than he had first thought. He needed some power and he needed it soon.
Starving, he stretched his awareness. Great place to land he thought - no volcanoes for hundreds of miles. Spreading himself thinly he let his core substance float upwards. He let it flow where it needed to go.
His body disintegrated into steam as he rose higher into the atmosphere. The higher he got the further his awareness
“By that reasoning, if I don’t use my power, it won’t get stronger.” He continued to walk away.
“It’s too late, once you started using your powers they won’t go away,” she called. “It will just increase until you learn control.”
“Whatever!”
Furious Mirim paced up and down the pavement. Stupid boy, he wasn’t safe. No one was safe. She wasn’t going to let their parents’ sacrifices go to waste!
She sent her mind back to the Matrix. The girl had used her ‘magic’ for want of a better word. There just had to be a way to trace her. The girl’s element was a direct complement or opposite of her own. There had to be a way she could find her without Jake. Jake would come around, he just needed some time to himself.
Spotting a handy brick wall Mirim sat down to wait. The girl would use her power soon - she wouldn’t be able to help it. When she did, Mirim would be waiting.
Adramelech materialized in real-space. On all four sides were white painted buildings with a small park in the center. He stood in the doorway of a shop with a Corinthian pillar obscuring him from passers-by. The tinkling of the tall fountain to his right assaulted his senses after the quiet of no-space. People were milling in twos and threes quietly chatting as they went in and out of shops.
Quickly cloaking himself in skin and robe, Adramelech stopped to observe a man passing. Noting the style, he copied his clothes. His long black robe morphed to form blue jeans and a short, red jacket. Checking his reflection in the shop window Adramelech compared himself with other shoppers. Standard fare he thought. There doesn’t seem to be any originality in this place. He grimaced. Humans. He just didn’t understand why some of the brethren liked them.
He shook his head. To him they were a means to end. With the power of the Citadel he could return to his own world and get revenge on those that had banished him. He’d searched countless dimensions for something, which would help. It was by pure luck that Aras had called him and not one of the others. That was the ignorance of the Magi. They could call his people. They could command them but they didn’t understand what they held. They were too blinded by greed to bother to find out.
Adramelech snarled. His people, who they called demons, were exiles. After his banishment from Earth, his people had labeled him a criminal and a troublemaker. They didn’t have prisons as other worlds knew them so they banished people like him to the no-space between dimensions. Without bearings you could be right beside a reality and not know it. Trapped there, he’d been fully aware but without a way to form a body. This was far more effective for his kind than any prison could ever be.
The sun was high in the sky - midday he thought. Time worked differently between the worlds. It could take an instant, hours, days or even years to travel the vast distances among them. He could have been floating in no-space for thousands of years before Aras had called him. Travel between the dimensions was an imprecise science among his people. Once the knowledge to cross the dimensions with accuracy was basic knowledge to even the simplest Deoc, but that knowledge was lost before his lifetime.
He sniffed the air. There was something about this place. He felt as if he’d been here before. He’d been to a great many worlds but this one had a familiar feel... It would come back to him, but he’d better recharge first. Fighting Aras’ control had sapped more strength than he had first thought. He needed some power and he needed it soon.
Starving, he stretched his awareness. Great place to land he thought - no volcanoes for hundreds of miles. Spreading himself thinly he let his core substance float upwards. He let it flow where it needed to go.
His body disintegrated into steam as he rose higher into the atmosphere. The higher he got the further his awareness
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