Part 3, Chapter 1
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Amber
<span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, the portal vanished, and I was left in a stark silence with Sophia. The portal hadn’t made any noise necessarily, but the absence of its presence made the room less loud nheless.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia spoke first, her eyes not leaving the ce where Lily and my sister had vanished, “So, what now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I need to go report to my mother that the mission was sessful. From there… We can just brainstorm what to do without needing to worry about anythinging up,” I shrugged, “Honestly, we have the more chill side of the n – we don’t have to run around an alternate dimension or whatever.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She still hadn’t blinked. “And how am I supposed to help you if something goes wrong while you’re talking to your mother?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing will go wrong,” I shook my head, “besides, no offense, but you’re not a witch. I don’t think you’d be helpful if it came tobat”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia closed her eyes and opened them after a moment, “Hmm,” She pulled her phone out, fiddling with it before handing it to me, a new contact open for me to fill my number into. “In case something goes wrong,” she rified.
<span style="font-weight:400">I filled in my phone number, knowing that it would be convenient for nning and logistics. However, even in the event of an emergency, I wouldn’t call her – I didn’t want to put her in danger.
<span style="font-weight:400">She took her phone back, “So what''s the deal with the envelope?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked at the paper in question, a sealed white rectangr envelope with messy writing on the front. I read it aloud, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">To Amber and Sophia: open this if you feel like you need my guidance on an important matter. Love, Lily.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” I shrugged, “Dunno.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia’s eyes narrowed, “Subi can’t predict the future, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head and turned the letter over in my hand, inspecting it from every angle. “I don’t think so…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Weird. I guess we can worry about thatter, I doubt she meant for us to open it now, given she could have just told us whatever it was.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yea, I suppose so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, good luck with your meeting, and don’t do anything dangerous.” Sophia hugged me, fulfilling her earlier promise from when we were on the phone. It was a loose hug, more the kind between distant family members than between friends.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">All I have to do is convince my mother I killed Lily, and everything will be okay.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">When I arrived at the coven, a servant was already waiting to tell me my mother was ready to see me, despite the fact that I hadn’t called ahead.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">No big deal, I’m sure she was just excited to hear about the news of my sess, right?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">My socks swished against the wood floors of the halls and I found myself wishing I was wearing shoes. There was something about the click ck of formal footwear that made me feel powerful, made me feel like an adult. It was hard to feel like an adult in front of my mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">The door to her office didn’t squeak – her cleaners made sure of that – and despite how heavy it was, it swung open with little effort. Shutting it was a bit harder, requiring me to remind myself I would be okay trapped inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">Again she sat at her desk, looking both like she was busy with something else and waiting for me at the same time. She finally looked up from her stack of papers when I sat down across from her, but she remained silent, prompting me to begin with a subtle gesture of her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My mission isplete,” I stated.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Amber, do you think I’m old enough to have dementia?” Her voice was measured, calm, and gave nothing away about where she was going with this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No…” I lied.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then why are you telling me such a tant lie?” She raised one eyebrow, the rest of the muscles on her face hardly moving, but still somehow suggesting a deepening frown.
<span style="font-weight:400">I remained calm, honing my focus on lying. “My report of sess is not false, mother. The demon is dealt with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think I’m that dim?” she shook her head, “No, of course you do, why else would you persist on this lie?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Before I could respond, she continued, straightening in her chair. Despite the fact that I was the taller one, she towered over me due to the difference in our seats. “The daughter I know is weak and sentimental. Should I ask her to take a life, a younger version of her would protest, and an older version of her would do it with tears in her eyes. Am I to believe your character has suddenlypletely changed? Maybe <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400"> are the demon, trying to infiltrate my coven.” Thest sentence was said with the same flippant spection as the rest, no sign she really believed it, but it put a bead of sweat forming on my forehead nheless.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Demons aren’t life in the same way nts and animals are,” I waved my hand to the side flipping my palm up, “they’re more like the life of viruses and parasites. I don’t cry for a removed tapeworm, nor do I cry for a in subus.” If I had the space and time for self-reflection, I would certainly feel sick at what I was saying. Thankfully, I did not; my head waspletely full of panic and lies,pleting one conversational puzzle after the next.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother sat back, crossing her arms. “Maybe that would be believable, maybe I could believe you were the perfect daughter… <i><span style="font-weight:400">if</i><span style="font-weight:400"> you had asked for the materials to cast demon radar I left out.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Shit, I didn’t bother to check the spells she gave me.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I cut off the resounding silence of her winning the argument while it was still forming, “I didn’t need radar because I already knew where the demon was – you remember my roommate, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She stared forward, not acknowledging my question, “Is that so.” she stated, “Tell me about the kill, let’s do some analysis on your methods.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shrugged. This part I’d prepared for; I was almost in the clear. “It was pretty easy, since she trusted me. My project of enchanting that huge crystal finally paid off – I just whipped up a quick trap with it, and the rest was trivial.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyebrows both raised and she let out a slight grin, her biggest change in expression so far, “You managed to enchant that thing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes!” I smirked, letting myself feel like a good daughter for a moment, trying to ignore the context surrounding the praise.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, color me impressed. You’ve done well, my apprentice. You can look forward to being officially named my sessor and leading the coven after my passing…” Her eyes zed over for a moment before refocusing, “You’re dismissed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I stood and bowed, I didn’t let myself rx. Nor did I when I walked out into the hall, well out of earshot of the door. Even on the train back to my dorm, I sat, muscles tense and eyes wide, reeling from the experience. Finally, when I got home and saw Sophia’s relieved face, I let out a sigh.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I miss Lily…</i>
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Lily
<span style="font-weight:400">Hell was… not what I expected.
<span style="font-weight:400">At this point, only the strangest of people could believe my well-ingrained expectations of fire and brimstone would be proven correct. Even a fervent follower of the bible would struggle to believe <i><span style="font-weight:400">I</i><span style="font-weight:400">, a twenty-year-old girl, would have the means to hop over to Biblical Hell.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, it was somehow surprising, in spite of <i><span style="font-weight:400">expecting</i><span style="font-weight:400"> my preconceptions to be subverted.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie and I stood in silence as we spun around, taking in the sunny vista.
<span style="font-weight:400">A shorthand exnation for what I saw was ‘Mars with two moons and a bunch of nts’, but even that was vastly underselling it.
<span style="font-weight:400">In one direction there were massive trees with somewhat thin yellowish trunks, the spires stretching well past what I thought would be possible. A bird flew in that direction, one the size of the biggest eagles on earth, and yetcking the same predatory fierceness.
<span style="font-weight:400">In another was a vast rocky desert, the surface the same reddish orange I associated with Earth’s closest neighbor. Katie and I stood on one of those craggy boulders at the edge of the forest, giving us our vantage point and letting my nose take in the dry desert air. It was unlike the polluted air around my hometown, but it was a bit sulfury, something that would take time to get used to.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thest direction was somehow the most striking, causing me to go from mouth hung open to mouth wide open. There were <i><span style="font-weight:400">buildings</i><span style="font-weight:400">, most a couple of stories tall, the yellowish wood of the surrounding trees evidenced in the city’s amalgamation of mustard.
<span style="font-weight:400">I finally spoke, both Katie and I staring at the city. “Something something Kansas…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie stifled augh next to me. “This is <i><span style="font-weight:400">insane</i><span style="font-weight:400">. There’s <i><span style="font-weight:400">two moons</i><span style="font-weight:400">,” she pointed incredulously at the pale orbs in the sky.
<span style="font-weight:400">I shrugged, “At least two moons, but that’s not that weird, plenty ofs in our sr system have more than one moon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She turned to face me fully with her eyes wide, “Yea, they have more moons, <i><span style="font-weight:400">on others</i><span style="font-weight:400">!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I spun around once more, surprise registering anew. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh, shit.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’re <i><span style="font-weight:400">aliens</i><span style="font-weight:400">!”
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">We quickly set off towards the city, not wanting to find out the hard way how short the days were or how cold the nights were. Our conversation continued, staying on frivolous topics for now.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie scoffed, “We’re not aliens!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Demons are from another, you said it yourself. Different, therefore alien.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She rolled her eyes, batting a branch out of her way. Thankfully the trees and bushes were sparse between where we’d arrived and the city, and while there was no path, we had plenty of room to maneuver without cutting foliage away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, maybe <i><span style="font-weight:400">technically </i><span style="font-weight:400">it applies, but I’m talking about genre conventions. You can’t just throw aliens in with vampires, witches and werewolves and call it a day – there are <i><span style="font-weight:400">rules</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is real life! We don’t get to make the rules.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She continued, undeterred, “Besides, we can just frame it as beings from another dimension – we don’t know where the hell we are,” she waved an arm across the sky, moving past the two pale orbs and the one bright one, “And ‘beings from another dimension’ is more <i><span style="font-weight:400">fey</i><span style="font-weight:400"> than alien.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That doesn’t make any sense – are fey even real?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, of course not,” she sent me a puzzled frown, confused why I would care.
<span style="font-weight:400">I rubbed at my temples, trying to stifle the iing headache. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I wish Amber was here… Hell, Sophia would probably be thrilled to have a nonsensical conversation about the intricacies of supernatural taxonomy with Katie. It’s just me that’s useless…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, we’re <i><span style="font-weight:400">fey</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, we’re <i><span style="font-weight:400">demons</i><span style="font-weight:400">, duh.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Godammit.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> “Maybe it’s Amber and them that are aliens to us…” I said jokingly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Damn, that’s a good point…” Her hand came up to her chin, stroking it in thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her suspiciously.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie returned my look with a shit-eating grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">I had to stifle a smile; despite how much she annoyed me, she was cute and it was nice to have a little sister, another part of my weird found family.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie batted another branch away from her face, the leaf at the end bigger than her head. “Ugh, are we there yet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I craned my neck, trying to see past the trees, but there was nothing. “We’re 10% of the way there at most.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She sighed dramatically, continuing to march. “What are we even doing here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean, didn’t we go over that over and over back on Earth?” It was strange, saying that so casually.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yea, I get that my sister wants to hide us away while she does everything, and that’s cool, whatever. But what are we going to <i><span style="font-weight:400">do</i><span style="font-weight:400"> here? Like are we just looking for food and shelter? Are we trying to make demon friends? Request visas? Investigate magic?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My mind spun; despite all of the thinking I’d done beforeing, I’d still somehow missed how we’d spend our time here. “What do <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400"> want to do?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know… I guess it would be cool to talk to some demons, but we don’t know anyone… Maybe if we can get ess to a library, I can do some useful research.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, “Okay, library, that seems like a good goal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I grimaced, “I don’t know… I would want to look for people who knew my Mom, but I don’t really have anything to go on besides her first name and that I kind of look like her…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe we can look her up in some kind of public records?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yea…” <i><span style="font-weight:400">Demonic public records… What is my life?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Iughed, temporarily reinvigorated. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Only another couple of hours of walking to go…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">By the time we arrived at the edge of civilization, the sun was no longer visible, hidden behind the terrain but still lighting our way with thest dregs of day. We were exhausted, not used to hiking for longer than it took to get from the train station to our destination, and not used to the rough terrain and foliage at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">We’d both transformed at some point because it was more energy efficient to be in our true forms, both opting to use our normal human clothes for now, turning away from each other to get dressed.
<span style="font-weight:400">If I hadn’t just opened a portal to another world with my magic – or another dimension if Katie was to be believed – I’d have manifested clothes, but the portal had taken a lot out of me, and I wouldn’t have my partners to refuel any time soon.
<span style="font-weight:400">As we got closer, the foliage became sparser and sparser, opening up into ins, most of the rolling hills, white grass, and red soil obscured by the buildings. The buildings themselves were weirdly normal, as if I was just in a foreign country, rather than another. There were recognizable houses and apartments on either side of a brick path, with short nters and trimmed trees lining the path. The architecture was imposing and bold, using the dark yellow wood to contrast against thendscape and harshly sloped roofs that jutted out far from the buildings’ walls.
<span style="font-weight:400">On the outer edge of the city there were still the asional wild nts and empty lots with no buildings, but as the path grew more solid, and the buildings more dense, the nt life was relegated to carefully curated nters, although still rather abundantpared to where I was from.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie and I strolled side-by-side in silence, heads rarely facing where we were going. The first person we saw was a huge man with deep red skin, almost maroon, and long, sharp horns curling out of his head. He waved at us, but didn’t pay us much attention otherwise, strolling along. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, clothed only in sandals and scruffy pants, but it worked with his body, creating an aesthetic of a handsome physicalborer rather than someone unkempt. I might’ve stared at his abs for a few moments longer than was polite.
<span style="font-weight:400">People became moremon the further into the city we got, but nearly every one of them was as friendly as the first, waving and smiling at us. Just when we started to see the first businesses and could start to catch the scent of grilling vegetables on the wind, someone finally approached us.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a woman – probably? I still didn’t understand demonic gender too well. She was feminine, skin a deep blue with light pink eyes and hair that contrasted heavily. Despite not having significant wrinkles on her face, like I would expect on a human, she gave off the impression of being older – the demonic equivalent of middle-aged. “Hey, you two, are you tourists?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nced at Katie, but she just shrugged. “Of a sort… Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her head tilted slightly, “I was wondering if you needed directions, and I’d be happy to show you around a bit, in exchange for stories about where you’re from, It’s been a while since I was outside of Seriza.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie and I stared, overwhelmed with the new information.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, how rude, I never introduced myself, I’m Kelith!” She shot out her hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">I remained still, thinking over the realization that Demonic – thenguage we’d been speaking – had many first-person pronouns that were gendered in subtly different ways I hardly understood, while it had only vaguely gendered third-person pronouns. And then there was the revtion that her nails were sky blue, but didn’t appear to be painted. It was a lot.
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie took over, shaking her hand. “I’m Katie, and this is my older sister, Lily.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stifled the warm feeling bubbling up from her saying that so easily, wanting to deal with the strange ce we were in before worrying about our dynamic.
<span style="font-weight:400">If Kelith was surprised at how different we looked, despite being sisters, she didn’t show it. “Nice to meet you! So, how does that tour sound?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not sure about a tour but we would love directions to the library.” Despite how friendly she seemed, I was wary of sharing too much with a stranger, and if we let her show us around, it was only a matter of time until she realized how out-of-ce we were.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, okay,” her upbeat voice turned disappointed for a moment before bouncing back, “The nearest library is down this street, about five hundred meters. You can’t miss it, it’s the biggest building around.” She walked away with a wave, heading back towards the outskirts of the city, “Well, you enjoy yourselves, and if you see me again, feel free toe over and chat!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie and I continued on our journey, happy to have made progress towards our goals.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Wait, they have meters in Hell? A meter is about the same as a yard, so five hundred is like five football fields, right?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think I was being too cautious there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie hummed, thinking. “It’s hard to say – we don’t know anything about demon culture,” she paused for a moment, “I think you made a reasonable choice, even if it was on the cautious end of the spectrum.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I somehow forgot during all this time spent with her that Katie is Amber’s apprentice. Her talking like that sure reminded me, although her asking to go to the library should’ve clued me in too.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">We walked in silence for a few minutes, passing by more people that waved at us, and when the sun started to get close to disappearing, the question came up of whether to sleep before going to the library.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How badly do you need sleep? Do you have the energy to go without?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie sighed, “You probably have more than me… I can go without, but I’d prefer not to,” she looked down, shy. “Honestly, it would help if you tried to give me more energy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I examined her expression, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere with her request.
<span style="font-weight:400">She rolled her eyes at my look, “No, I’m not trying to hit on you…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, I was just…” Embarrassment bubbled up in me. <i><span style="font-weight:400">She just called me her older sister and I’m doubting her for no reason.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie groaned, “It’s so frustrating.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s like – you’re insanely hot, right? Like Amber has two incredibly attractive girlfriends…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I guess? And Sophia isn’t her girlfriend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She ignored me, “But to me, you’re both off limits – because of our age difference and because you’re kinda like my sister-inw, even if you aren’t married or whatever.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yea…” I still didn’t see where she was going with this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s just frustrating that she has so much, but doesn’t even need it like I do…” Despite her saying she was frustrated, her tone was dejected.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, the three of us can shower you with sisterly affection so you don’t go hungry anymore,” my smile started to drop as I realized that might not be the best thing to say.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh,” Katie shook her head, “That just makes me feel like you’re treating me like a little kid. Like,” she huffed augh, “The woman I have a bit of a crush on just babies me because she thinks I’m too young to know what sex is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Katie…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I know it’s not logical to feel that way, it’s just…” she groaned again, “Forget it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sighed, “Let me know if there’s something I can do to help. I won’t ever return your feelings, but I still want you to be happy, and I don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a child.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She grumbled under her breath, but I couldn’t hear if it was an ‘okay’ or a ‘thanks’.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Being an older sister is hard…</i>