Gorgrael hissed again, this time in triumph.
Axis battled with his emotions, fought with all his being, and rebuilt the wall of concentration about him.
It took all he had, and then some.
Slowly, lest his movements propel Gorgrael into action, his free hand slipped the cloth from the head of the Rainbow Sceptre.
Rainbow light swirled about the chamber, and Gorgrael screamed and wept.
He let everything loose then, everything that he could against his golden brother. Dark power, so malevolent that it hissed in its own right, writhed about the chamber soaking up the rainbow light.
Chaotic music, the music of the Dance of Death, screeched and curled through the air, and both dark power and music coalesced about the form of Axis, masking him in a shadow thick with malice and evil.
Axis could feel it, feel it power towards him, feel all the horror and destruction of the universe thunder about him, seeking him, wanting him, and he closed his eyes and concentrated, concentrated so hard that all thought of Faraday and even of Gorgrael vanished from his mind, and he concentrated on the Star Dance.
He let its beauty and grace flood him, listening for the …
Beat…reaching for its …
Beat . . . and slowing his own heart so that it…
Beat…in time with the . . .
Beat…of the Star Dance. And in the …
Beat…of the Star Dance Axis could hear the …
Beat…of Azhure’s heart, and Caelum’s heart, and of all those who loved him. And he took courage and he took heart and he opened his eyes and hefted the Rainbow Sceptre in his hands and let the entire power of the Star Dance flood through him and through the Rainbow Sceptre until he could feel it throb with the …
Beat…of the Star Dance and the . . .
Beat…of his own heart.
Axis stepped forward and raised the Sceptre above his head.
Gorgrael screamed with such pure fury and primeval fear that the ice walls of his fortress cracked. With all the energy and potency he could garner he flung the power of the Dance of Death at Axis.
It surrounded the StarMan, clashing with the music of the Star Dance, seeking and invading and penetrating, until the frenetic coupling of the Dances throbbed through the chamber and through the entire Ice Fortress until it thundered across the tundra beyond.
And through the cracked and demented beat of the Dance of Death, throbbed the crazed heartbeat of Gorgrael – itself enough to induce despair in any who heard it.
For a heart…
Beat . . . the dark shadow surrounding Axis seemed inviolate, seemed as though it was indeed smothering him, as though it was indeed killing through despair, but then a ruby beam pierced the cloud, then a golden one, and another, and then sapphire and emerald broke through, and …
Beat . . . the full rainbow power of the Sceptre flooded through the shadow and about the chamber, fed with the laughter of age-old Sentinels, and gradually, very, very gradually, the Rainbow Light and the laughter absorbed the power of the Dark Music, absorbed the power of the Dance of Death, and the cloud about Axis dissipated into useless fingers that trailed about the chamber until they, too, faded before the relentless . . .
Beat…of the Star Dance.
And through it stared Axis, his concentration unwavering, his eyes blue and fierce on Gorgrael, and he took one more step forward.
Gorgrael acted. He did the only thing he could. He did the only thing likely to break Axis’ concentration…the only thing prophesied to destroy Axis’ concentration.
As Axis took one more step forward, as the cloud and power of the Dark Music faded into impotence, Gorgrael tore Faraday’s belly apart.
Something inside Axis tore with it, something railed and coiled and screamed, but he did not let his concentration fail him, not now, not when he was so close.
He could not, would not, help her.
As the pain ripped her mind apart, as the last shreds of her sanity disappeared, and with the last breath she was to be allowed, Faraday screamed into the chamber …
Mother!
And Gorgrael screamed with Faraday, his voice triumphant, and tore out her throat.
And through it all, as Faraday’s torn body sprayed blood about the chamber and his concentration threatened to shatter about him, Axis thought he saw a woman gather Faraday into her arms, gather her close and kiss her mouth with her lips, and that was the only thing that enabled him to keep the shield of his concentration unviolated, but he screamed nevertheless …
. . . and somewhere far, far away Azhure lowered her face to her hands and screamed with him as Faraday died in her place and the baby that slithered onto the bed between Rivkah’s legs opened his mouth and screamed.
Gorgrael wasn’t sure what was happening. Axis had screamed, but the power of the Rainbow Sceptre had not faltered, and the rainbow beams continued to sweep about the chamber, chasing down every last filament of darkness that remained.
How much did he have to tear Faraday apart before Axis’ concentration faltered?
Gorgrael lifted a clawed hand to shred her some more -perhaps all that was needed was one final swipe. But Faraday was no longer there. GorgraePs eyes blinked in surprise. One moment her body hung limp in his arms, the next she was gone, and all he was left with was the feel and smell and taste of her blood to remind him of her warmth. And now he shrieked, for Axis strode forth, vibrating with power, and the expression on his face was not one Gorgrael had ever wanted to be faced with.
Axis’ concentration had not failed.
Realisation hit Gorgrael.
He had shredded the wrong woman.
The Dark Man had lied to him. It had been the raven-* haired wench who had been the key, the true Lover…and Gorgrael had got it wrong.
He had lost, and he knew it.
He dropped to his knees and extended his hands in appeal, his great silver eyes huge with horror, and he gibbered and slobbered and pleaded.
“Axis, I am your brother*. I am StarDrifter’s son*. Have mercy! I have never had the love and warmth that you enjoyed. I have been trapped, trapped by Prophecy and the Prophet’s machinations as much as you. I am your brother*. I am your brother*. I am your —”
Axis lifted the Sceptre above his head, wild light still pulsing from the jewels of its head, and drove its rod deep into Gorgrael’s chest like a stave, leaning down with his full weight as Gorgrael fell onto his back, his wings and limbs writhing helplessly, and Axis let the power and beauty of the Star Dance flood into his brother’s body and soul.
The wood of the Earth Tree pierced Gorgrael’s heart and burst it asunder. Something black and loathsome shuddered through his body, then rippled through the entire Ice Fortress.
And then, with a final convulsion, Gorgrael lay still.
Axis felt such life and vitality flood through him that he staggered, and he would have fallen but for the fact that he still leaned on the Sceptre buried in Gorgrael’s chest.
But anguish and loss flooded him too, and Axis bent down over the Sceptre, over his brother’s body, and sobbed.
“Faraday!”
Arne staggered to his feet, bleeding from ears and nose, his entire body still shaking from the power and the horror that had flooded out from between the cracks in the panels of the wooden door. He stood, trying to collect himself, trying to believe that he was still alive.
And then he heard the wall beside him start to splinter.
Before his horrified eyes a hairline crack ran down its length, then it shifted and grew until it was wide enough for him to fit his forefinger into.
And then another crack formed, then another, and soon the entire wall was breeding cracks, and they writhed and grew as if they had a life all their own.
“Axis!” Arne swore. They were standing in the heart of a gigantic, shifting, cracking mountain of ice!
“Axis!”
He wrenched open the door, almost tearing his shoulder muscles in his desperate effort, and stared into the chamber.
Against the far wall stood a fireplace, and before it Axis knelt hunched over something dark and loathsome, leaning on…a stake?
Arne ran across the room and seized his lord by his shoulders. “Axis! Get up!”
Axis raised his head slowly. “Arne?”
“Get up!” Arne screamed again, trying to pull Axis away, trying to haul him upright. Was the man wounded? There was blood spattered across the front of his tunic.
“Get up!”
Axis blinked and shook his head. His hands were still wrapped about the head of the Sceptre, and light still shone between his fingers. Below the head, the rod ran straight until it disappeared into Gorgrael’s body – which, Axis was nauseated to see, was falling apart. Already flesh was dropping from rib bones, and rib bones themselves were bending and caving inwards.