"Very well," Aliisza said, her voice choked with guilt. "I'll help you."
I hate you, she thought, glaring at Micus.
The angel did not notice, or if he did, he did not react. He nodded curtly, acknowledging her acquiescence, but otherwise, he showed no emotion.
For some odd reason, Aliisza had expected him to gloat.
"Release her," Micus commanded, and the centaurlike construct loosened the chains around her and retracted them. "One false step, one shout of warning to try to allow Tauran to flee, and I will make certain you spend the rest of your days in a gray void, with no contact with anyone, ever again." The angel gave Aliisza a hard stare. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," the alu snapped. "Now hurry!"
She prepared to open a dimensional portal.
"Stop," Micus warned. "Not like that. We must follow protocol, procedure. We may not trespass on this sacred place."
"There's no time!" Aliisza snarled. "We have to reach him right now. Do you want my help?"
"I've already secured it," Micus answered. "Would you back out of our agreement already?"
"If you don't listen to me, yes," the alu said. "I am not bound by your myopic sense of law. For once, you're going to have to bend the rules a bit for the greater good."
Micus stared at her, considering.
"Which is the bigger problem?" she demanded, "violating protocol or letting Tauran slip away again?"
Micus's frown deepened, but he nodded. "Do it," he said. "I will face the consequences later."
Relieved, Aliisza opened her doorway. She nearly ran through the thing to get to Tauran.
On the other side of the portal, the alu found herself standing in the very same chamber she had seen in her vision. Everything, from the columns to the shadows, matched her memory of the place. Only the gods seemed to be missing.
Tauran crossed the middle of the chamber, bloody and panting. His mace hung from one hand, nearly dragging on the ground. One wing sat cocked at a wrong angle, and his tunic was blackened and smoking.
Across from him, Zasian Menz retreated. He limped slightly, and one arm hung uselessly at his side, but the other hand held a pendant aloft, and a faint smile shone in his eyes as he chanted. A shimmering glow of amber light radiated around him, a magical barrier of protection.
Tauran tried to close the gap. He hefted his mace with both hands to strike at the priest. The weapon wobbled unsteadily in the air.
"No!" Aliisza shouted. "Tauran, stop!"
The alu felt Micus step through the door behind her. She released the doorway and ran to Tauran. "Don't fight him!" she pleaded as she reached the angel's side. "It's what he wants." She reached for his arm and tried to force him to lower his mace. "He needs to steal the staff."
Across from her, Zasian completed his spell, and the amber glow expanded, became a sphere of energy that surrounded him.
"I know," Tauran gasped, "and I have to stop him."
"No, Tauran," Micus said from behind them. "It's not your task. Listen to her. Surrender and come back with me."
Tauran had been staring at Zasian, grim determination on his countenance, but at the sound of the other angel's voice, he turned to Aliisza.
The hurt and anguish in his eyes bore into her. "You brought him?" he asked.
"Please," Aliisza said, hating herself. "I know it seems like I betrayed you, but my vision… I know what happens if you resist. Don't do this! Step back, walk away. Please," she pleaded, still holding his arm. She felt him sag, all the will to keep fighting leaving him.
Zasian chuckled. "Well played, Aliisza. But it won't make any difference. What's done is done."
Aliisza ignored the priest and watched Tauran's face. He just stood there, looking deeply into her eyes as if searching for some form of understanding. "I knew it would be you," he mumbled. "Kael and Vhok, I understand their hearts. But you…"
Please don't do this, Aliisza thought desperately. Please understand why.
The door to the chamber slammed open. Aliisza looked over Tauran's shoulder and spotted Kael and Kaanyr staggering in. Her son's arm hung bloody and useless, and the cambion had a glazed look in his eyes. They propped one another up like two sailors after a long and boisterous night at the taproom.
"Trouble on our heels," Kael said as he guided Kaanyr to Aliisza and Tauran. When he saw Zasian and Micus both in the chamber, the champion of Torm slowed. "Looks like trouble in here, too. Vhok, it's time to swing that sword of yours."
"No!" Aliisza shouted. "Don't engage them. That's what Zasian wants."
"Don't listen to her," Tauran said. "She's betrayed us, brought Micus here with her." With that, the angel shoved Aliisza away and limped toward Zasian.
The alu fell to the ground. "Stop!" Aliisza pleaded. "This is just what he wants!"
But none of her three companions paid any attention to her at all.
Kael gave her a single searing glance, then began chanting as he made a line for Micus. The knight's expression sent a stab of pain through Aliisza's heart.
My son, she thought. He hates me.
As Kael closed with Micus, his arm began to function normally again. He brought his sword up. "Help us or stay out of the way," he said.
Micus frowned. "It's time I teach you a proper lesson in respect for your superiors," he said without any eagerness at all. He still held the sword he had taken from Aliisza earlier. He swished it in the air a couple of times to get a feel for the blade, then turned his full attention to Kael.
Aliisza turned to Kaanyr. "Wait," she said to him. "Let me explain. You're playing right into Zasian's hands!"
Kaanyr gave Aliisza one brief, puzzled stare, then shook his head in consternation and hefted his sword. Clearer eyed than he had been before, he followed after Tauran, moving so as to circle around and flank the priest of Cyric.
Him, too, Aliisza realized, devastated. They all believe I betrayed them. And I did, she admitted. Guilt and anger washed over her. Despite her foreknowledge, despite all her efforts, everything was playing out just as it had in the vision.
A hint of movement caught Aliisza's eye. It came from several feet up, a figure drifting out of the shadows right at Kaanyr, from behind him where he couldn't see. The thing looked like a bluish hobgoblin with dragon wings, and it held a massive war axe in its hands.
Myshik, Aliisza realized.
She opened her mouth to shout a warning to Kaanyr, but the creature reached the cambion just as she blurted, "Watch out!" and drove the blade hard into her lover's back.
Kaanyr grunted and staggered forward as blood sprayed everywhere.
Myshik settled to the ground and plodded after the cambion.
No, Aliisza thought helplessly. Don't kill him! She staggered to her feet.
Tauran swung his mace at Zasian with both hands, but the weapon bounced harmlessly off the amber barrier surrounding the priest. The countershock sent the angel teetering backward, off-balance.
Zasian raised his hand and gestured. A column of pale yellow flame erupted around Tauran, scouring him. Aliisza could see the angel flinch in anguish and drop his mace.
Stop, she silently pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Don't do this.
Behind the alu, Kael screamed.
Aliisza whirled around to see Micus driving the blade-her blade-through the knight's gut. The angel pushed Kael backward, using Aliisza's weapon to guide him against a column. When the half-drow struck it with his back, Micus shoved the sword in deeper.
My son! Tears streamed down her face. Don't kill my son, she pleaded.
Zasian stood over Tauran's still form and chuckled. "Now do you see the power of the lie?" he asked Aliisza. "Now, when you've been a party to the betrayal, do you understand the triumph of deceit?" The priest gestured around the room. "This is it. This is Cyric's moment. And you played your role O, so well, Aliisza."