"He's a busy man," Kernel snaps. "He doesn't have time to tell us everything."
Sharmila sighs. "You are loyal. That is good. But are you loyal to the point of death? Will you allow yourself to be slaughtered?" She looks at me. "Will you?"
"We'll do what we must," Kernel says fiercely. "We're not ignorant children. We know our duty. If we have to die, so be it. We'd rather not, but we'll be killed by the demons anyway if we lose, and probably more painfully and slowly."
Sharmila tilts her head towards us. "I apologise if I seemed critical. But I had to know the nature of the boys I am to fight and die for. Now I am confident that you will not fail if the opportunity presents itself. Thank you for reassuring me."
She wanders off to talk with Beranabus. Kernel looks sideways at me. "I normally wouldn't give another person's word for them, especially when I'm not sure of it, but it seemed like the right thing to say."
"You don't have to worry about me," I reply stiffly. "I won't let us down."
"I wish I could believe that." He doesn't say it to hurt me. Just speaking the truth as he sees it.
"I chickened out in the Demonata's universe," I whisper, blushing. "But this is different. I'll fight. And I'll die if I have to. I'm not afraid of dying, no more than anybody else in this room."
"Really?" Kernel's unconvinced. "If I fall, and you and Beranabus make it to the lodestone, you'll let him drive a knife through your heart or chop off your head?"
"Without a moment's hesitation. Not because I'm incredibly brave, but because I'm terribly afraid." I give a sickly laugh. "If I don't let him kill me, it would mean fighting to survive in a world overrun by demons. The thought of that scares me more than death."
Kernel chuckles. "Know something crazy? I believe you." He offers his hand and I take it. "Good luck, Grubbs."
"Good luck."
"May we both die honourably," he says.
"And take every damn demon down with us," I add with a twisted grin.
Tooling up. Everybody arms themselves with guns, knives, axes-pretty much anything we can carry.
Demons can't be killed by regular weapons, but we can invest the blades and bullets with magical powers.
"How many of the Disciples are capable of killing demons?" I ask Kernel, testing short swords for feel and weight.
"In this universe?" He pulls a face. "If it was a normal crossing... Sharmila, Shark, one or two others. But there's more energy in the air because it's a tunnel, not a window. Others should be able to tap into that and find the ability to kill. If we're lucky."
One more Disciple arrives while we're readying ourselves. An ancient, tiny woman who walks with the aid of a cane. The sight of her picking up a mace and swinging it over her head makes me smile. A few of the others grin too. But then she mutters a quick spell and a crop of seven-centimetre long blades grow out of the mace head, which glows with magical energy. Nobody doubts her after that.
Then it's to the helicopters which Shark has arranged through his contacts in various armies. We're going to fly in and set down as close to the cave entrance as we can. Three helicopters, five of us to each. I'm with Beranabus, Kernel, Shark and Sharmila-the core of the force. The pilot's an ordinary human, as are the other two. Soldiers on loan from the forces currently engaged in hopeless warfare with the Demonata. Shark has told a few commanders of our plan. They've handed him control of their troops and will do whatever else they can to assist.
The helicopter rises smoothly, as if the ground is dropping away. I haven't been in a helicopter before. It's a curious sensation. Not as much of a blast as flying through the sky with Beranabus, but way more interesting than a plane.
"I never thought I'd be doing this," Shark bellows over the noise of the whirring blades. He's smiling. "How often does the chance come along to end a war? You see it all the time in films, but in real life wars are decided over a variety of fronts and battles. It's possible to play an important role in victory, but only a limited part. To actually be charged with the task of going in and saving the world..." He whoops with joy.
"I'm glad you're having fun," Kernel remarks sarcastically.
"Damn straight I am," he hollers. "Might as well-we're going to die regardless."
I turn my attention away from the battle-hungry Shark. He's probably got the right attitude for a fight like this, but I find his gung-ho approach tasteless and disturbing. This isn't a game. We're not competing for a trophy. If we lose, we take humanity down with us. I don't see how you can be anything but stone cold miserable when lumbered with a responsibility like that.
Looking down as we whizz along, closing in on Carcery Vale. We're deep into Demonata territory now. This used to be my home. Not anymore. It's theirs now. Abandoned cars. Burning buildings. Pools of blood smear the roads and fields. Slaughtered animals and humans everywhere, some cut up into bits and strewn about the place, others arranged in obscene patterns by the demons, either for their own amusement or to scare anyone who ventures into their realm.
I spot a few of the monsters messing with bodies on the ground. I don't look closely enough to determine whether their victims are alive or dead. I turn my gaze away and pray for their sakes that they're corpses.
Others are lounging in trees or in patches of shade, sheltering from the sun. Although stronger demons can move about during the day, they don't like sunlight and aren't as powerful as they are at night. The land would be teeming with lots more of the beasts if we were a few hours later in the day.
The outskirts of Carcery Vale. More of a visible demonic presence. Most of the buildings are ripped to pieces. Bodies scattered everywhere. We fly over my old school-dozens of children and teachers are impaled on spikes, grey and red, covered in feasting flies, slowly rotting.
For the first time I think about my friends. Until now I've been fixed on Dervish and Bill-E. But all the others will have fallen to the Demonata too. Frank, Mary, Leon, Shannon... Reni. I rip my gaze away from the bodies in case I spot the face of someone I know. Tears come, but I fight them back. I can't think about my friends, not even my uncle and brother. The best-only-way I can avenge them is by focusing on the demons and the battle. No room for pity, doubt or fear. Mustn't imagine them suffering, the pain they must have gone through, whether any escaped. The demons. The cave. Dying. These should be my only concerns.