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“Terrible night, isn’t it?”

“Is this an attempt at small talk?”

The man grumbled something under his breath.

Zoe took her eyes off searching the streets and glanced at him.

Wayne’s eyes searched the tops of buildings as they walked down the deserted street. He, like her, was fully dressed in his usual black suit. He held a large tome open in one hand as if he was in the middle of reading it. He wasn’t, of course.

Zoe had never understood why he used a tome as a focus. Their storage capacity surpassed staves. One could pen down spells into the tome’s pages to avoid the concentration required for more complicated spells. Wayne never used spells that took advantage of those traits. As far as she could tell, he used the tome like any other focus.

Tomes were heavy and unwieldy, yet it was all he used outside of the classroom.

“Ahead,” he said.

Zoe broke her thoughts and snapped her eyes forward.

Another group of the creatures shambled around the corner of the street.

Six of them looked old and rotted. Two had bright red blood still dripping from their wounds. Their clothes were less torn and one wore a Halloween costume. Fresh victims.

Still, no mercy would be shown. Zoe readied her dagger. She already had to put down one of her students, she only hoped neither of the two fresh corpses were students.

Zoe lanced a lightning bolt at the nearest one’s head. She sustained the bolt for a few extra seconds. A normal person would go down with a heart attack, brain damage, or nerve damage, depending on location and power. A zombie didn’t care about such things.

She held the bolt until the zombie’s eyes exploded. Another few seconds and the zombie crumpled to the ground with smoke rising from its body. The putrid stench of burnt flesh filled the street.

The crack drew the attention of the rest of the creatures.

Wayne didn’t hesitate for a moment. He immediately sent out a blast of fire, enveloping a zombie.

Zoe took a step backwards, casting a heavy wind in the direction of the zombies. Two of them stumbled and fell to the ground. A follow-up razor wind took the head off of another.

Wayne threw a blaze of red fire over the two on the ground and caught a third in the inferno.

Thick shoes clomping behind her made Zoe spin. Out of the alley stumbled one more creature. Wayne was incinerating a zombie to her side. This one fell to her. She raised her dagger and prepared to fire.

A small black sphere splattered against the neck of the zombie from its side. It flashed white a moment after.

The zombie’s head fell to the ground with its body crumpling after it.

Zoe whirled around to where the attack came from.

A woman stood next to a younger black-haired girl. The woman wore a suit–much fancier than Zoe’s own–splattered with blood. The sleeves were torn at the wrist and she had long black gloves tipped in sharp claws. What really drew Zoe’s eyes was the half-black, half-white mask with thin slits for eyes and thick cords that ran from the top of her head down her back.

The black-haired girl quickly placed something behind her back while Zoe was distracted with the masked woman. She wore much more normal pants, tee-shirt and a jacket.

It took a double take before Zoe recognized the girl. Zoe forced herself to relax and put on a calmer face.

“Eva, what are you doing here?”

The young girl looked up at Zoe with cold eyes. “Same thing as you, I imagine; cleaning up the town and hunting necromancers. Found any?”

“You’re covered in blood.” She wasn’t exactly covered in it. Not as much as her companion, at least. There was definitely blood, especially on her hands.

She looked down at herself then back up at Zoe with a small smile. “It isn’t mine.”

Zoe did not match her smile. If the blood was hers, she was injured. Not a good thing when zombies are running around. If the blood wasn’t hers then it was zombie blood.

“Eva,” Zoe started, calmly and slowly, “are you infected?”

The tall figure standing next to her tensed at the comment. Zoe couldn’t tell her facial expression beneath the mask, but she looked about ready to pounce. Judging by the blood dripping off of her clawed gloves as well as over her undamaged clothes, she was quite good at pouncing.

Eva held her hand to the side and gave a small shake of her head. The woman immediately relaxed.

“Don’t worry,” Eva said, “I took an anti-zombie potion.”

Wayne bristled at that. “No such thing,” he grunted.

“People keep telling me that.” Eva crossed her arms beneath her chest. “We’ll see who is a zombie in the morning and who isn’t.”

Zoe didn’t doubt Wayne’s knowledge of potions. She knew of only one way to counteract the infection from a zombie and she did not have a corpse flower handy. “You will become a hindrance if you are infected.”

“So you’re going to kill me then?” Eva half snarled. This time both of them tensed.

Zoe did not like how quickly the girl was ready to fight. She had one hand behind her back. Zoe did not know what was back there except that it was undoubtedly a weapon.

“Quarantine,” Zoe quickly said. “In the morning you can, if you’re you, teach Wayne how to make your potion.”

“Can’t,” Eva said with a wave of her hand, “I didn’t make it. My mentor did. It was delivered by,” she paused and glanced at the tall woman next to her, “his associate.” Eva relaxed, dropping her arm to her side. The woman next to her didn’t.

“Does this associate have a name?”

“Yes.”

“Why’s she wearing a mask?” Wayne asked.

“It’s Halloween, isn’t it?” The woman in the mask had a confident but very artificially modulated voice. Just four words came out like they weren’t being spoken by a proper mouth or vocal cords.

It set Zoe on edge. More on edge than she already was.

“Quarantine, Eva, is–”

“A waste of time. If you have no information on the necromancers behind this, then I believe it is time to go.” She turned, though the woman next to her did not. “Believe it or not, I am mildly fond of you. Don’t try to stop me. It would be… unpleasant.”

“Take one of these at least,” Zoe said. She pulled out one of her business cards and held it out. “If you do find the necromancers, let us know. We can help.”

Eva reached out and almost took it. She pulled her hand back mere inches from the card. “I’d rather not risk getting blood on you,” she said.

Zoe set the card on the ground and took a step back. Eva picked it up.

“If I do use this, I highly recommend not touching either of us without sterilization. Even if we’re badly injured.”

With that said, the girl turned and used her false blink down the street. The ‘associate’ remained–glaring if Zoe had to guess–for a moment longer before she sprinted down the street. She jumped straight to a rooftop that Eva blinked to and they were gone.

“You shouldn’t have let them go.”

“I don’t think we had much choice. I have no doubts that the thing next to her was not human. I do have doubts over how much we could have hurt it before it killed us.”

Wayne just grunted. “Come on,” he said, “night’s far from over.”

Zoe followed after him. She kept alert for any movement, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

A mysterious nonhuman associate. A weapon that she kept hidden even when she suspected an attack. A cure for zombie infection.

As long as she did end up not becoming a zombie. She seemed very confident about it, if exhausted.

Zoe let herself smile for the first time that night.

Wayne really had missed out when he let her slip by. Zoe just hoped the trouble Eva caused would be worth it in the end.

— — —

Eva stepped to another rooftop and paused, catching her breath. Arachne caught up a moment later.

Leaning into the spider, Eva sighed. The amount of blood she used drawing the ritual circle wound up taking more out of her than she thought. Combined with slaughtering a town infested with zombies and Eva felt ready to drop.

“You need to take a rest,” Arachne said. “They can finish cleaning the streets.”

Eva picked herself off of Arachne. “No. We’re going to find them.”

“You can barely stand. You may be half demon, but you aren’t a full one yet. You will die if you keep this up.”

“I will be fine. I’ll just avoid using blood magic for a while. I need to practice regular magic anyway.”

Arachne did not look convinced as she slid her mask to the side.

“And I’ll be relying on you,” Eva added.

“As much as I like to hear you say that, I’d rather you head in for the night. If you really want me to, I’ll continue scourging this town of the infected.”

Eva smiled at her concern. It was nice. Touching to have the woman care about her so. “Good thing we decided to get you that full mask. I’d rather have Zoe Baxter thinking of you as just a spooky associate than a demon.”

Arachne side and slid the mask back over her face. “I’m not going to talk you out of this, am I?”

“Try again a few zombies later. I might be more tired then.”

“I didn’t know you cared about the humans in this place enough to strain yourself so.”

Eva frowned at that and gave it a long thought before responding. “I suppose I don’t. Not humans in general anyway. These necromancers hurt my friends and are making a mess of the town I currently call home.” She paused, looking over Arachne for any cues. She found none.

“If I was the one hurt,” Eva continued, “you’d have brought the entire town to rubble until you found the culprit. So don’t say I’m going overboard over a couple of ‘measly humans.’ They’re my friends right now, just like you are. I’d do the same for you.”

Arachne smiled at that. Even with the mask in place, Eva could tell. The twitching of her hair tendrils and the slight tilt of her head gave it away.

How she had gotten to know Arachne so well over the last few months felt odd. Like a twisting in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was a good twisting or a bad twisting, but being friends with Arachne had been beneficial, if nothing else. The real twist in her stomach was that she actually meant it when she said they were friends.

Devon always warned her away from even speaking with demons, outside of orders, and definitely disapproved of being friendly. He vehemently disapproved of Arachne’s interest in Eva. Once she started taking interest, Devon sought to keep them apart save for her treatments and a select few jobs.

Eva never saw the harm in it.

Even Ylva, who could kill someone merely by brushing her hand over them, had been very polite to a frightened Eva. She even left a gift. Sure, Eva had apparently given her some great boon, but there was no contract for the gift. Eva foolishly gave the phylactery to the demon. She could have just left and gotten a free boon.

After the experiment ended, what would her master do? Keep her around for observations, surely. Start treating her like one of the demons he summoned? Not if Eva had a choice in the matter.

Eva sighed again and realized Arachne hadn’t said anything. The spider-woman had gone very still. “Something the matter?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to head back?”

“I’m sure. Why?”

Arachne hesitated just a moment before responding. “There’s a group of zombies in the street below. I can hear them.”

Eva went silent to listen. Her hearing wasn’t as good as the spider-woman’s. Still, she could hear faint moaning when she concentrated.

“If you promise to stay here, I’ll go finish them and be back in less than a minute.”

Eva shook her head. “Like I said, I could use practice with regular magic.”

Arachne slumped her shoulders. “Alright,” she said, “but let me carry you down. We don’t want you leaving half yourself behind again.”

“That happened once,” Eva said as the spider woman lifted her into her arms. “I was brand new and panicked at the time.”

“And this time you are very exhausted.” Arachne stepped off the edge of the building. She absorbed all the shock of the landing and set Eva down in one smooth motion.

Eva whipped her arm out and launched a fireball towards the zombies. It came out less as the basketball she envisioned and more as a ping-pong ball. Eva sighed as it sailed right past the group of zombies and dissipated harmlessly against the asphalt.

It did manage get their attention. Unfortunately, their attention went to where the fireball dispersed–in the opposite direction.

Eva shared a glance with Arachne. Despite the mask, she felt the demon was very desperately trying to hold in laughter.

Eva shook her head and concentrated. She pictured a boulder of flame and rock being catapulted against a castle wall. With that image in mind, Eva lobbed another fireball.

The ball slammed into the shoulder of one of the zombies. If the golf ball sized orb did more than singe the flesh, Eva couldn’t tell in the dim light of the street lamps.

Eva sighed. At least the fireball was bigger this time, maybe. If I squinted. “Maybe I’m actually not a fire mage,” she said to Arachne.

The zombie she struck turned around and started shambling towards her. Eva wasn’t worried. They were slow and uncoordinated. The only real danger was them sneaking up and with Arachne at her side, Eva doubted that was possible.

Arachne stuck nearby rather than jumping into the fray. It had been several groups of zombies since she decided sticking by Eva’s side was more important than wanton slaughter. Heartwarming in a way, and here it gave Eva a chance to practice.

She tossed another few fireballs without doing much damage. The other zombies had been attracted by the light. Eva just calmly walked backwards with Arachne at her side.

Zoe Baxter had used a gust of wind to completely remove a zombie’s head. Eva tried the same thing. Sneezing might have done more.

“You’re just not cut out for ‘proper’ magics.”

Eva was sure there was laughter in the demon’s voice. “It is my second month of schooling. I’m sure I’ll get better.”

“May I?” Arachne asked with a gesture towards the approaching zombies.

Eva just nodded her head and stopped walking backwards.

Arachne took a look around before calmly walking forwards and decapitating each one with a swipe of her hands. She did so quickly and without needless gore as she had done with some of the earlier groups. Arachne walked back to Eva’s side.

With the zombies dead, Eva slumped her shoulders and sighed. Maybe her lack of ability was exhaustion. No, not maybe. Definitely.

A nap sounded amazing at the moment. Curling up under some warm blankets with Arachne huddled around her had never sounded better. Alas it was not to be.

A thunder crack put Eva on full alertness. She turned at the noise. A horde of corpses streamed into the street from an alley. They less shambled and more ran.

A similar crack shook the street somewhere behind Eva. Another horde materialized out of thin air.

“These aren’t zombies,” Eva said.

They were more like skeletons that had been shoved into the fresh meat section of a grocery store. Flesh and skin hung off the bones. None of the bones seemed to be from the same creature either. Not a one looked human without heavily squinting your eyes.

They shambled and twisted until Eva was backed against the wall of a building. Arachne kept a few paces in front, flinging any that got too close down the street.

“We need to get out of here,” Arachne said.

Eva couldn’t agree more. She was about ready to step away when the flesh golems stopped. They left about a ten foot ring around her and just stood, staring.

Arachne growled, flexing her claws but not moving forward. She started pacing in front of Eva.

“Well,” a voice above Eva echoed down into the street, “what do we have here?”

Two men stood on a roof looking down at Eva and Arachne. Two spectral hounds flanked them, both barking and growling at the two in the street.

“Two party goers lost out on All Hallow’s Eve,” the skinny one said.

Eva narrowed her eyes. She didn’t doubt for a moment who these two were.

Arachne kept moving around Eva as if expecting one of the flesh golems to lunge at any moment.

“The dogs are saying she was the one at the crypt.”

“She’s the one,” a voice shrieked out. Stephen Toomey stumbled forward past the two men. He collapsed on his knees and pointed the only finger left on his hand at Eva. “I swear. I sold it to the little girl.”

“Oh?” The bulky man stepped to the edge of the roof and looked down. “I have doubts about that pathetic display of fireworks. There were a good hundred skeletons taken out. The dogs might be wrong, or it might be the other woman. If you’re sure you sold the book to her…”

“It’s her. Now please, let me go. I just–”

The blond man clapped Toomey on the back with a friendly smile. “Looks like we won’t be needing to visit the dorms after all.” He stood up, dragging Toomey to his feet by the shirt. “Selling out a schoolgirl in an attempt to save your own life?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Disgusting.”

He gave just a light push.

Toomey tumbled off the edge of the roof. He let out a short cry before he was silenced. A sickening crunch spread through the air.

“A vain attempt,” the skinny man said with a wide smile.

“Thank you for caring for our tome, but we’ll be taking the book back.”

The flesh golems shuffled back and forth, eager to advance. If they attacked, things could get bad. The spectral dogs would make running more difficult.

Eva leaned back against the wall, trying to look casual, and placed her arms behind her back. “What book?” Eva said with more confidence than she felt.

What book?” The larger man looked to his companion. “Sawyer, you’ve killed the bookkeeper too soon.”

While the man was turned, Eva carefully slipped her dagger out of its sheath. She touched it against her other arm. Blood marbles began forming behind her back.

Her body wasn’t quite at a real danger point. She’d survive enough blood loss to take out the dogs. Maybe the two necromancers if she was lucky. If this turned into a long confrontation, she’d be in trouble.

“She’s lying.” The skinny man’s eyes never left hers. His smile still stretched from ear to ear.

Eva frowned at his words. Why does everyone seem to know when I’m lying.

The man turned back to her and frowned. “You don’t want to test us further. You will regret it. Hand over the book.”

“Oh, I just hand it over and you’ll let me go on my way?”

“Of course not. There are worse things than death, my sweetie.”

“Sweetie?” Eva controlled her voice very carefully. “If we are so familiar, why not introduce yourselves.” She tapered off the flow of blood and healed her cut. Ten marbles totaling about a pint of blood hovered in the small of her back.

“Your last warning. Hand us the book or–”

The skinny one interrupted. “She doesn’t have the book. Obviously.” He managed to roll his eyes without taking them off Eva.

“Take us to the book or–”

“Don’t know where it is,” Eva interrupted. The man seemed to be going a bit red in the face. “Ask your friend if I’m telling the truth.”

The moment his head swung to the side, Eva launched four blood orbs. One at each of the dogs and one at each of the men.

Arachne noticed the orbs whizzing past her. She turned and grabbed Eva, smoothly jumping over the horde of golems without a pause.

Eva barely had time to snap her fingers before Arachne bolted down the street. Over Arachne’s shoulder, she could see the two figures atop the building still standing there. Neither crumpled or appeared to be in pain.

One of the spectral dogs chased after her through the air. It barked and snarled as it closed in faster than Arachne could dash. The other dog was nowhere to be seen.

One out of four isn’t bad, she thought as she launched another two orbs. They passed straight through the dog as if it wasn’t even there. A snap of her fingers and the orbs exploded within. The dog howled and vanished into green motes.

“Dogs are dead,” Eva said to Arachne. “Take me back, I want another shot at the necromancers.”

“No.”

“Arachne?”

“You’re shaking, shivering even, and covered in sweat that wasn’t there before. You need rest.”

Eva held her hand in front of her. She couldn’t hold it steady as much as she tried. Arachne’s running didn’t help. “Shaking and sweating from excitement.”

“Don’t lie to me Eva. Your breathing is ragged. You were supposed to be done with blood magic for the night. I could have dealt with them. Call your teachers if you wish. We’re going back to our home.”

Eva sighed and leaned into Arachne’s shoulder. She didn’t close her eyes. If she fell asleep, no one would be able to keep an eye on pursuers. “Can’t call them. Zoe Baxter has the book. Too dangerous to have her engage.”

“Relax, Eva. We’ll find them again. Maybe we will send Ivonis after them.”

“Oh? Did they introduce themselves to you while I wasn’t looking? I must have missed their names.”

Arachne’s mouth split into a small smile. “Another demon then. I’ll go even. Once you’re safe and rested.”

“We do need to warn Zoe Baxter.” Eva scanned the streets behind Arachne, waiting for someone to show up. “And retrieve the book from her.”

“Shall I hunt her down?”

“No, I have her card. Take us home and we’ll call her there, someplace far away from here.”

“She can teleport, right?”

“It will take us time to get there. Time for the necromancers to vanish.”

“Or cause more problems.”

Eva sighed. She wished her master were here. He’d know what demon to summon to clean up the town.

Maybe he will be at the prison.

— — —

“I just got a pulse from Eva.”

Wayne tensed up immediately.

They hadn’t seen anything for the last half hour. Not a zombie, not another person. The other instructors were still checking in every so often, but it seemed like most of their excitement died down as well.

“Where at?”

“Not sure. About fifty miles outside Brakket.”

“Found the necromancer’s base? Or captured? Worse?”

“Just a moment.” Zoe took her dagger and sliced straight down in front of her. A tear in space widened to a small oval in front of her face. Zoe peered into the pure white of between.

And immediately pulled away, clutching her head.

“Zoe?” Wayne set a firm hand on her shoulder.

She shook him off. “Nothing. Same effect as when trying to look around her runes at the dorms. Which means it is probably a safe area.”

“Safe for her. Or the necromancers use the same thing.”

Zoe attempted scrying again. This time, she picked an area half a mile off. “No protection over here. There’s an unmaintained road leading up to a large black area.” Zoe winced. “The black area is the protected area. It triggers the same effect, though not as bad as when I tried to look in directly.”

“Any people or zombies around?”

“None that I can see from the hill.” Zoe frowned. She tried to avoid looking directly at the black area, but it was huge. “Each one of her rune packets is just enough to cover one room. This place is probably the size of the entire school plus one of the dorm buildings, maybe the other as well.”

“Are we going to go?”

“I’d rather not leave a student in trouble. We can be gone in an instant if it looks dangerous.”

“Unless they’ve got wards set up against that.”

“If we can get in, we can get out.”

Wayne just grumbled. He moved over and peeked into her scrying window.

Zoe readied her dagger and went between. The street fell into a white void and was replaced by a sagebrush filled hillside. Wayne appeared at her side an instant later. Zoe turned, looking out over the area that was covered in darkness.

“A prison.”

“An old one,” Wayne grunted.

“Do we go knock?”

Wayne shrugged and headed down the hill. Zoe followed after him, careful to mind her step down the rough hillside.

As they approached the main gate, Zoe made out the young girl leaning against the bars.

“Eva, are you alright?”

The girl before her looked like she could barely stand on her feet.

“Just tired for the most part. Took you long enough to get here.”

“I couldn’t see into the prison. Your runes, I assume. We were forced to arrive on the hill.”

“When you didn’t show up, I figured it was something like that. I had to come out here to keep you from wandering the prison.”

Wayne took a step forward, peering down at the girl. “Something we shouldn’t see inside?”

“Tons of things,” Eva rolled her eyes, “mostly didn’t want you running into one of my mentor’s wards. You would find that very unpleasant.”

“Unpleasant?”

“Explosively so.”

Wayne growled.

“In any case,” Eva said, “I’m fine. I need the book. Recent events have convinced me that it needs to be destroyed sooner rather than later.”

Zoe did not like the sound of that. “What events?”

“Oh nothing much. Ran into two necromancers. They killed Stephen Toomey right in front of me and had about a hundred flesh golems. They found us with some ghost dogs that were tracking us from when we found out the name of the book.” The black-haired girl smacked her face. She half shouted, “Which is something I didn’t think about until just now.”

The edge in her voice set Zoe on edge as well. Eva rarely was perturbed by anything.

“There is one more person I didn’t tell you who went with us. Well, two, but my mentor’s associate can take care of herself. Juliana on the other hand…”

“You took Juliana with you?” Eva putting herself in danger was one thing. One thing Zoe didn’t like. She couldn’t do much to help it aside from confining Eva to her room. She doubted that would even hold her. Not if she’d set up a home out here with enough facilities to make it livable.

Bringing other students into it was crossing the line.

Not to mention that it was Juliana. Her mother would raze Hell itself if anything happened to her daughter.

“You said there were hordes of skeletons.”

“Not that many.”

“Mr. Carter was injured so badly you haven’t even seen him since.”

“It was just a flesh wound.”

“You said you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of embellishment. You’re making a much bigger deal out of this than you did when it was just me and my mentor.”

“You are wrong about that, Evaleen Spencer.” The girl winced at her full name. Zoe hadn’t forgotten how her father went on about the ‘ungrateful brat who won’t even call herself by her birth name.’ “I remember very distinctly scolding you for a good half hour.”

“Well, we don’t have time for another scolding. If they tracked me down, they might go to the dorms. They might already be there, I escaped from them over an hour ago.”

The young girl looked calm, but she started sweating. In the cold air, that was something of a feat.

Zoe knelt down and placed a hand on Eva’s shoulder. She felt a tremble beneath the shirt. “Eva, calm down. The dorms and school have very thorough alarm wards set up. If anyone were hurt or even taken somewhere against their will, all teachers would know instantly. Nothing has happened yet.

“Professor Twillie along with a full complement of local police are watching over it. Wayne,” she glanced at her companion, “will head over and check on Juliana.”

Eva nodded and looked at Wayne. “Shalise was injured at the party earlier. Bitten by a zombie.”

Zoe couldn’t help but gasp. Wayne shifted.

“She’s fine, not contagious nor infected.” Eva held up her hands. “Though you may not believe that when you see her injuries. We thought about taking her to the hospital, but Juliana believed that would be a bad place to go on a night like tonight. She’s hopped up on potions and being watched over by Juliana.”

“More of your zombie immunity potion?” He made his disbelief clear in his tone.

Eva nodded.

Wayne grunted and vanished.

“Now, Eva, we are going to talk about everything that happened tonight.”

“I’d rather get to destroying dangerous books and then bed. I am feeling a very bad headache coming on.”

“Eva.” Zoe gave the girl a hard glare. “We are going to talk about everything. People died tonight. I had to rekill two students. This is not okay.”

The girl tried to shake her hand off, but Zoe kept a firm grip on her shoulder.

“None of that is my fault. I am not a necromancer. I didn’t bring them here. I warned you that Halloween was a dangerous day.”

“I know. I’m not blaming you. You are more involved in this than anyone else save for the missing Mr. Carter, that is why we will talk.” Zoe gave her a smile and a squeeze on her shoulder before releasing her. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Eva shuffled her feet and shifted her eyes away from Zoe. “There are no good areas to host guests outside of very heavily protected wards. Well, there are, but you probably won’t like solitary.”

“And you can’t key me into the wards?”

“I… could. We talked about incriminating things already once. A similar idea applies here.”

Zoe didn’t respond to that. She already had an idea of what the elusive Mr. Carter was into. The ‘associate’ of his that had been with Eva earlier was another piece to the puzzle. There were few humanoid creatures that could move and jump the way it did.

“My office then,” Zoe said.

“That’s…” Eva put her hand to her forehead. “I’d much rather stay here. I’m quite confident in my wards and their ability to repel even very powerful creatures. Not to mention A–my mentor’s associate will get antsy if she finds me missing. She may become… unpredictable.”

“Eva. I am willing to look over Mr. Carter’s demonic associations.” Eva snapped her head up, eyes wide. So easy to read, Eva. “So long as Mr. Carter truly means no harm to anyone and keeps his…” Zoe ground her teeth, “things under control. And is against the necromancers currently assailing our town.”

There were another hundred stipulations Zoe should add to the list. She’d have to report this to… to someone. Whatever Mr. Carter was, he was against the necromancers. The enemy of my enemy is my enemy’s enemy. And I will use that enemy to defeat my enemies.

“For now,” Zoe added. She’d think of how to break Eva away from the man after their current crisis was over. Eva mentioned the man saved her from death. That surely created a strong connection.

“As amusing as your baseless accusations are, they aren’t the only issue. The anti-zombie potion kept me from becoming a zombie, but it has left me with massive headaches, shaking, sweating, and general exhaustion. I am in no state to speak on anything tonight.”

Zoe looked the girl over again. She hadn’t moved from leaning against the metal. The sweat she had thought to be from worry over Juliana hadn’t stopped. The girl was telling the truth about this, at least.

“First thing in the morning. I will be at this gate as the sun rises. If you are not here, I’ll hunt you down. Confidence in your wards or not, all wards can be broken.”

“That is grim, but agreeable.”

“I wouldn’t hunt you down to kill you, Eva, if that is what you are thinking.”

“Not that, that my wards might be brought down. Still, even if someone hammered against them all night, I should be fine. I’ll have someone watching over me as I sleep.”

Zoe frowned at that, but didn’t say anything. Baby steps, she told herself. She pulled out another business card. “Just if anything happens.”

“Don’t aimlessly wander through the prison, you might not survive.”

“I appreciate the warning.”

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“This is a nightmare.”

“How did things come to this?”

Eva shared a glance with Juliana. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead despite the cold October air.

“If only you’d have done this earlier,” Shalise said at their backs.

The two sighed at the same time and each turned back to their current enemy.

“I don’t even think that one has a chest,” Juliana said with a look of disgust. “This is supposed to be a school. For kids. How can they let something like this happen.”

“No. It just got knocked off. Look,” Eva pointed, “it is lying on the floor over there.”

“That barely covers anything.”

“Yeah. Let’s go check the men’s section.”

Juliana and Shalise trudged along behind Eva.

“I can’t believe you don’t know any good monsters. I mean, you know Rach.”

“First,” Eva said, “Rach isn’t a monster.” Although Arachne was making Eva nervous. She hadn’t seen the demon all day. Eva had planned on spending most of the day hanging out with her and not dressing up for the party. Arachne apparently had plans and left Eva to go shopping with Juliana.

The fact that she had something planned for Halloween made Eva a bit sad. It was supposed to be their day after all.

“She’s very nice,” Eva continued. “Second, I know of plenty of ‘monsters’ but I wouldn’t know where to start making costumes of them. That’s assuming we had longer than a few hours as well.”

“I don’t know why you two waited. I’ve had my costume for a week,” Shalise grinned at the two. “There was a much better selection when I was here too. Now you’re stuck with all the things everyone else didn’t want.”

“You sneaked off on your own,” Juliana said as she started picking through the men’s racks. “You didn’t even invite us.”

Eva shuffled through the racks. She didn’t want to wear a costume. She barely wanted to party. The situation with the grimoire had gone nowhere. Zoe Baxter hadn’t managed to destroy even a single page.

The day before, Zoe Baxter vanished the book in front of Eva. She claimed it was ‘between’ and would be safe until the Day of the Dead festival ended on November third. Then she wanted Eva to try, but only while she was watching.

Even after assuring Eva that Zoe would do nothing no matter the kind of magic she used, Eva had her reservations about that. Under no circumstances did she want to stand around summoning a demon in front of Zoe Baxter.

There was nothing to be done about it now, however. Her master hadn’t even returned yet.

That led to her current situation of picking out a costume. If she’d known there was absolutely no selection, she would have made her own. Arachne could have helped her make an amazing outfit. She’d done so in the past. Eva still had the dress Arachne had made when she was nine.

It was a crime that it remained hidden away in a closet in Florida.

Eva shoved more costumes aside. Nothing would match that dress. Nothing would come even close. She’d have to settle for something else.

Something else caught her eye.

Juliana seemed to notice the pause in Eva’s shuffling of costumes. “Find something?” she asked.

“Maybe. It will need touching up, that’s for sure.”

“Good luck with that. I’m going back to the girl’s section.”

Eva held her future costume up and looked it over. She could feel Shalise leaning over her shoulder.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“It is a start. Needs a bit of flair though.”

“Better hurry, there’s only a few hours until the party starts.”

“Who shows up to parties on time anyway,” Eva said. She actually wasn’t sure. Shalise admitted in front of everyone that she had never been to a party before. Eva hadn’t admitted it.

When your friends consisted only of demons and people several decades older than yourself, you didn’t get invited to parties very often. At least not the kind that didn’t involve danger, blood, and possible death.

“Well, I’m not showing up late to my first party. Need help?”

“Just need a black necktie and a white button up shirt. I think I can get everything else at our dorm.”

“Those shouldn’t be hard to find. I’ll go help Juliana then.”

Eva nodded as the chipper woman left. She dug through a prop bin, trying to find a syringe. Not a real one. A prop comical one. She could get real ones if she took the time to run to the prison. Eva didn’t think she wanted to put that much effort into a costume.

Still, this one seemed decent.

“You’ve been giggling the whole way here. My costume is fine.”

That only made Shalise giggle harder.

Eva carefully kept her own smile polite and controlled as they walked down the street.

Juliana wore a large one piece suit covered in fur. She had a dog nose covering her nose and long floppy ears coming off of a head band.

“It was the only costume that showed less skin than Eva when she walks around wearing nothing but Rach.”

“Eva’s covered up now and without wearing a dog costume.”

Eva glanced down at her own costume. A knee-length lab coat hung loose over slacks and a button up shirt. She had slicked back her hair into a loose ponytail and added a pair of fake glasses. The look was topped off with a fake syringe full of glowing green liquid and several real potions shoved into her pockets.

The real potions were just in case, as were the vials of blood and her dagger hidden against her back.

Overall, Eva thought she looked like a perfect stereotypical mad scientist.

“You’re the one who pointed this out to me. I’ll have no more laughter from you.”

“And I was right. It is very cute on you.”

Juliana crossed her arms and sulked. “Yours looks nice. You should have found me something like that.”

Shalise twisted slightly, letting her black coat flair out. It wasn’t a real coat, almost more like a knee-length dress that was missing its front. She wore a red minidress underneath. Fake fangs on her teeth poked out of her mouth.

“Like I said, you got the costumes everyone else didn’t want.”

Eva just smiled at their byplay as they arrived at The Vertex. They were quickly let into the building by bouncers? Maybe ushers. The Vertex didn’t seem like the kind of club that would need bouncers.

“Wow,” Shalise said, “it is almost like a real party in here.”

Eva had to agree. Almost being the key word.

The club had a large dance floor with a stage just in front of it. A DJ stood behind a large table with headphones on, nodding his head with the pounding beat. Neon lights and lasers strobed through a cool mist on the dance floor. A second floor curled around, offering a high altitude view of the dance floor.

The only thing missing were the people.

There were a couple of groups here and there. A cat girl and a rather poor skeleton chatted off to one side. A group of three hung out in a corner, they had a girl with impressive voodoo inspired makeup and several fake bones hung around her neck, a much more impressive skeleton, and a man who seemed to be into bondage with knives taped to his fingers.

No one danced on the dance floor and none of the groups appeared very animated.

There was a bar to the side of the entryway with a Frankenstein’s monster handing out a plate of nachos to the only patron. The portly man turned around to reveal a solid green suit and dyed red hair. Golden clover pins were attached all over his suit.

“Hello Max,” Shalise said warmly.

“You guys made it. I’m glad.” He grabbed both plates of nachos and seemed to struggle with his soda until Shalise took pity and grabbed it. “Thanks. Everyone else is upstairs, come on.”

They followed him up to the neon lit second floor. Another three groups of people hung about up here. Two of the groups consisted of a pair of superheroes with red and blue outfits, a pirate, a spooky bedsheet ghost, and a princess.

The third group was seated around one of the large tables that occupied much of the second floor. A winged fairy stood and started waving them over with a clear bottle. She was also entirely green except for the brown hair and red lipstick.

“Irene, nice makeup,” Juliana said.

Irene grinned. “Thanks. It took Shelby all afternoon to paint me green.”

“And don’t ask for it again,” a black and white woman said. She had painted her face completely white save for black lipstick. Her dress matched the white paint on her face and arms with black floral patterns. Even her green eyes had been covered by silver contacts.

“Oh, like your makeup took any less time.”

“Your wearing a lot less actual clothes than I am. You didn’t have to paint my stomach or my back or most of my legs. Most of it I did on my own.”

“Now now, you all look great. Don’t bicker.”

Eva almost missed the dark figure sitting next to Shelby. Where she looked like something out of an old black and white film, Jordan could have been her shadow. He had a full black body stocking on, even over his face. Something magical had been done to it; Eva’s eyes didn’t want to focus on it.

“You’re going to have to teach me that one,” Eva said. It seemed very useful for more than just party tricks.

Jordan chuckled. It sounded a bit forced, though that may be because if he had merely smiled, Eva wouldn’t be able to notice.

“He can’t,” Irene said. She had a large frown on her face and a glare leveled at Jordan. “The enchantment came with the suit.”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” Eva might have to spend some time tracking down the makers of the suit and learning the technique. Or at least buy one for herself.

“So,” Shalise said after a minute, “what do we do now?”

Maximilian spoke up, thankfully without his mouth full. “Grab some food unless you already ate. Then we just hang out, I suppose.” He looked around to the others as if for confirmation.

“That sounds good,” Juliana said. “I skipped lunch for costume hunting.”

She and Shalise turned and headed back to the stairs. Shalise paused. “You’re not coming Eva?”

“I’m not hungry at the moment. I might grab something later.” Eva doubted she would. In truth, Eva only ate about one meal a day. A side effect from the experiments, most likely; she’d never seen Arachne eat anything.

Her treatments were a point of worry. Because the ritual circle was still complete in her prison, she might be able to rope Juliana into performing the ritual in an emergency. It was not a thing she was very eager to show the blond.

Devon considered her his life’s work, so she doubted he would just up and abandon her. Unless he had gone off and died. Then again, she had to send Ivonis after her master over the summer.

She really wasn’t looking forward to cleaning fifty animal carcases out of a cell block again.

Shalise and Juliana headed back downstairs while Eva took a seat next to Irene.

“So a scientist, huh?”

“A mad scientist, if you please.” Eva whipped out the fake syringe and quirked an eyebrow. After striking her pose, she dropped the syringe back into her pocket. “It was either this or what Juliana is wearing.” Eva leaned over and stage whispered in Irene’s ear, “I’d rather come naked if that was my only option.”

“Oh it isn’t that bad,” Shelby said with only a small chuckle.

They descended into an awkward sort of silence. Eva imagined it would have been a comfortable silence, or not silence at all, if she hadn’t been there. Despite spending nearly every lunch together and interacting in class on a regular basis, Eva just didn’t click with them.

She didn’t think she really clicked with Shalise either, even if she got along with her. The only reason she and Juliana got along well was because of their little adventure. No part of that was going to be spoken of under any circumstances, no matter how much it might help avoid awkward silences.

So Eva just waited with a polite smile on her face. Hoping Juliana and Shalise returned quickly.

Luckily they did not dilly-dally. They brought back a plate of nachos each. Eva wondered if that was the only thing the club served. Juliana did not look overly pleased with it, at the very least.

Shalise was the one who managed to get a conversation going. She was much better at these things than Eva or Juliana. Talking about school was even a safe topic for Eva. Something she was very glad about when Jordan turned his masked face to her.

“Figure out your element yet? You were having problems with it if I remember right.”

“I can’t do a tiny bit of water magic which would normally mean my affinity is fire, right?” At Jordan nodding his head, Eva continued, “I don’t think I’m especially good at fire magic or air and earth. Chaos magic feels the best to use, honestly. That could be because it is the only real magic I knew before school.”

“You knew chaos magic before attending school?” Eva couldn’t see his face, but his voice sounded intrigued.

“Only a little. A darkness spell and a blink that apparently isn’t a proper blink.” She demonstrated by stepping past Juliana and onto the open floor then back to her seat.

It had taken her months to perfect stepping into a sitting position. Most tries ended up with her either standing on the chair or standing in front of it.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t even see if Jordan was impressed. Max spoke up in his place.

“I want to learn that. No. I need to learn that.” He batted his eyes and looked at Eva. “Teach me please?”

Shelby spoke before Eva could. “You can barely manage simple water spells and that is supposed to be your element. If you try that, you’ll wind up cutting yourself to pieces.”

The large boy deflated a bit at that. He puffed back up and drew his fist in front of himself with confidence. “I’ll start taking my studies seriously if it means I can teleport around.”

Eva quirked her eyebrow at that and shook her head. It was magic. He wasn’t taking it seriously? He might as well have just stayed in a regular school.

“That was impressive,” Jordan said. “Don’t worry too much though. Fire is supposedly the hardest of the four. As an earth mage, I’m finding it extra difficult.”

“Same,” Irene said.

Shelby frowned at Irene. “I don’t think I’ve found fire to be too hard and I’m air. At least not the warming spell and light spell we learned in class.”

“Hey,” Irene dropped her voice to a whisper, “is it just me or has that Phantom been staring at us for a while?”

Eva glanced up along with everyone else.

Arachne stood at the top of the stairs wearing a phantom mask. It covered four eyes on her forehead, but both her gleaming red eyes as well as a smaller eye beneath her left were visible. Not to mention the black carapace and sharp teeth that filled her grin.

The black tendrils that made up her hair had been swept back and lay in perfectly straight lines.

The rest of her was covered in a black suit with a red vest and black tie on a black shirt. She didn’t have shoes on and she didn’t have anything hiding her long fingers either.

Eva almost jumped to her feet. She might have if she hadn’t been so shocked at Arachne actually wearing clothes.

Juliana, on the other hand, did jump up.

Irene turned to them with a raised eyebrow. “Someone you know?”

“Ah, maybe. I’ll go speak with her,” Eva said.

She stepped straight from her seat to Arachne before anyone could say anything.

“What are you doing?” Eva half hissed.

“It is fine,” Arachne said with a wave of her hand, “we went trick-or-treating that one time and nobody cared.”

“That was different. Everyone over there has seen your spider form. They’ll notice similarities if not draw the correct conclusions outright.”

A long needly finger pointed at the phantom mask. “That’s why I’m disguised. You didn’t think I’d wear clothes for fun, did you?”

“So what, where have you even been all day?”

“It took longer than expected to steal these clothes without being noticed.”

“You could have asked me.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. Are you surprised?”

“Very,” Eva deadpanned.

The smile that grew on Arachne’s face was so genuine that Eva had a hard time maintaining her anger. She almost felt bad that Arachne couldn’t walk over and join their table.

“So,” Eva said, “what do you want?”

“A dance.”

“I…” Eva glanced over the railing. “No one is even dancing.”

“More people to watch us.”

“I’ve never danced a day in my life.”

“I know,” Arachne’s gentle smile never wavered. “We’ll run to the bathroom and have a crash course. Enough to keep you on your feet, at least. And even after, I won’t mind if you step on mine.”

Eva bit her lip. What a cruel demon. How could she show up looking so earnest. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom. I’m going to explain at least a little to the others.”

Arachne nodded and turned to the second floor bathrooms.

Eva stepped straight back to the table.

“Someone you know?” Irene asked again.

“Yeah, friend of mine from Florida. She decided to visit unexpectedly today.”

Maximilian let out a long whistle. “That’s a crazy costume. How did she do the hair?”

“Foam, I think.” Eva’s smile felt very plastered on. “She wanted to dance with me, and teach me to dance first.”

“Teach you to dance before dancing? Have you ever danced before?” Jordan asked.

“Never once.”

“We should get some popcorn.”

Eva allowed her fake smile to slip into a frown. “You do that. I’ll be back later, I think.”

“Good luck,” Juliana called even as Eva stepped straight to the bathroom door.

She opened the door and walked into the bathroom.

Like everything else in The Vertex, the bathroom was lit by several neon lights. Also like the rest of the place, it wasn’t very clean.

Arachne waited in the narrow area between the stalls and the sinks. A smile spread across her face as Eva wandered in.

“Come on, we have a full half hour before its time.”

“Time for what,” Eva asked.

“I had a word,” her grin turned a bit feral, “with the musician downstairs. He agreed the music was unsuitable for proper dancing.”

Arachne stepped forwards and grabbed each of Eva’s hands with her own. She placed one on her own shoulder and kept the other in her claw.

“Now,” Arachne said, “step with me.”

“I–”

Arachne jerked her forward. “No saying you can’t. To the side now.”

Eva stepped to the side before Arachne had a chance to pull her. She almost got her own foot stepped on for her efforts. Eva took a quick step back to avoid Arachne’s clawed feet.

“Too quick,” Arachne chided. “You have to allow me to finish before you move on.”

Forget stepping on Arachne’s feet. If she steps on mine then there will be a bloody mess all over the floor.

They continued dancing and fell into a rhythm. It was actually kind of fun, though Eva doubted she would be winning any awards anytime soon. Dancing around in a small box didn’t look very impressive.

“Now,” Arachne’s sudden voice nearly caused Eva’s foot to slip under the claw, “we rotate with each step.”

Taking care to avoid being trod upon, Eva followed Arachne’s lead. They continued for another ten minutes until Arachne added another element.

“Spins are probably too much for our short lesson. If I lean to one side, just follow that lean.”

Eva nodded and tried to follow. Some steps Arachne would pause and lean while others were mid-step. Still, those wound up with patterns as well. She wondered if it wouldn’t be easier with proper music than the thudding bass that reverberated throughout the bathroom.

“That will have to do,” Arachne finally concluded. “Perhaps I’ll teach you how to properly dance in the future. I thought about teaching you before tonight but worried that it would ruin the surprise.”

Eva almost wished she had taught her earlier, surprise or no. She wasn’t the type to get embarrassed easily. That require caring about what other people thought. Not something she’d ever had a problem with in the past.

Now she might care, at least a little, what the group she’d come here with thought. What her friends thought.

None of that even compared to the disaster that might happen if Arachne stepped on her feet. She probably had enough control over her body to not injure Eva. Looking at the deep claw marks on the floor of the bathroom made Eva not want to take that chance.

Still, Eva didn’t want to take away the smile on Arachne’s face. Arachne never smiled. It was always a grin. This was nice. A side of Arachne that rarely showed.

So she allowed the woman to lead her out of the bathroom.

None of her friends were at the table. A quick peek over the railing showed Juliana talking to someone out of sight. Probably the others.

Arachne brought her down the stairs by her hand.

The moment her clawed foot touched the dance floor, the heavy sounds of an organ crashed over the room. Eva glanced up at the DJ who was looking very nervously at Arachne. He was completely ignored in return.

Arachne separated from Eva at the center of the dance floor. She turned and gave a deep bow.

Eva gripped the edges of her lab coat and curtsied.

Arachne offered her hand and Eva took it. They pulled together and began their waltz.

Just like the practice, they began stepping in a small square. As the organ raged on, Arachne started rotating and eventually added the leaning.

Eva was sure it didn’t look very impressive. They had done nothing especially fancy. Eva kept her eyes on her feet more than half the time and, more than once, broke the rhythm in her haste to escape being crushed by Arachne’s feet.

But it was fun. Arachne’s smile never left her face, even when Eva half kicked her foot.

They danced around. Eva had no idea how long the song was, but it eventually ended. It couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes.

Arachne drew back to arm’s length, holding Eva’s hands until they slipped out from the distance. She gave another bow which Eva returned. She stepped forwards once more and pulled Eva into a tight embrace.

Slowly, Eva brought her arms up and returned the hug. Eva normally did not return Arachne’s frequent hugs, but sometimes things were special. This is one of those times, she thought as she idly played with the tips of Arachne’s hair tendrils.

A scream from behind her brought the moment to a crash.

Arachne immediately moved to the other side of Eva in a full protective stance.

Eva uncorked two blood vials as she turned to look.

The rest of the room had descended into a panic. Two shambling men dressed as zombies staggered up to the bar where a third had his arms around Shalise. His teeth sunk deep into her arm as she tried to fight him off.

Jordan and Max both had their wands out and were casting spells. Shadows erupted out of Jordan’s wand–some kind of chaos spell, perhaps–and enveloped the two approaching zombies.

Max flicked his wand. When nothing happened, he scrambled backwards away from the group.

“Arachne.”

It was all Eva had to say. The demon jumped across the dance floor. The black needles of her fingers plunged straight through the zombie’s head as she landed next to Shalise.

Eva ran over as Arachne tore into the two zombies under Jordan’s darkness. She slid across the hard wood floor where some of the zombie had landed, but recovered her balance and knelt beside Shalise.

Shalise’s arm wasn’t looking good. She could already see the infection settling in. Eva thought about removing the arm the way her master had, but the gash in the side of the brunette’s face made her stop. She wouldn’t be able to remove her head to stop the infection.

“Don’t touch her,” Jordan said, “you’ll infect yourself without gloves.”

Eva shook her head. She could help, but not around so many people. “Don’t worry,” she pulled a black vial from her pockets, “anti-zombie potion.” A lie of course.

“I think I can help, but I need–” Eva cut herself off as she looked around.

Arachne was making her way back to Eva’s side, her fancy suit marred by blood and rotting flesh. Juliana looked petrified, she hadn’t moved since Eva first saw the zombies. Max slowly made his way back to Jordan’s side.

“Where’s Irene and Shelby?”

“Irene said she felt sick shortly after you entered the bathroom. Shelby took her back to the dorm.” Eva couldn’t tell his expression through his costume, but he stood straighter and squared his shoulders. “I’m going after them.”

“Jordan–”

“Don’t try to stop me.”

“I’m not,” Eva said with vehemence. “But if she was feeling sick…” Eva gave a pointed glance at the zombie, “just be careful if you find her.”

He gave a solemn nod and dashed out the door.

Maximilian glanced between his friend and Eva.

“Go,” she said, “even if your magic is worthless, you can at least keep things from sneaking up behind him. Watch his back.”

He took a step but hesitated. Eva did not miss the tremble in his arm.

“Unless you wanted to leave him alone, of course.” That seemed to set him off. Eva called after him, “tell him that the girl’s rooms in the dorms might be safer than the guys.”

“Arachne,” Eva said as the portly man ran off into the night. The demon knelt and Eva spoke in a whisper, “I need you to take Shalise to the bathroom. Start stripping her, be careful to get any bits of clothing out of her wounds. Keep her awake and talking and try to hurt her as little as possible.”

The demon swooped down and lifted Shalise off the ground without complaint. Shalise started fighting and struggling, to no effect, as Arachne headed to the bathroom.

“Juliana.”

The blond didn’t respond.

“Juliana!”

Tear filled blue eyes flicked to Eva. Her eyes then swept over the corpses and blood on the floor.

Her knees cracked against the ground as she knelt over and retched.

Eva wanted to walk over and slap some sense into her, but she was covered in blood. It would only make the problem worse. Instead she waited until Juliana emptied her nachos all over the floor.

“Juliana,” Eva said softly as the blond staggered back to her feet. “We can save Shalise, but I need you to do something. Can you do something for me?”

Juliana wiped the edges of her mouth and nodded firmly, if a bit weakly.

“I need thirteen stones. Sharp ones, like arrowheads. Can you make thirteen arrowheads?”

She looked around her and tapped the floor with her foot. “It is wood, I’ll have to go o-outside.”

“The bartender,” Eva glared at the man who had just been watching the entire scene, “will watch your back or he will die.” Eva returned a soft gaze to Juliana. “When you’re done with the stones, block off the entrance with a wall of rocks, just like you did at the cave. If you see any zombies or skeletons, or anything at all, come get Arachne and myself.”

Juliana nodded and took a few shaky steps towards the door.

Eva glared at the bartender again. “Go.”

“What right do–”

“If you don’t, I’ll wipe some of this blood all over you.” Eva held up her bloodied hands. “By morning, you’ll look like one of them,” she waved a hand at the corpses.

He returned her glare but stepped around the counter and followed Juliana out the door.

As he passed by, Eva said, “if you let anything happen to her, I’ll kill you.”

Eva turned to the remaining gawkers huddling around the dance floor. “Any of you know any good fire magic?” she asked. No one responded. “Then do not go near those bodies unless you wish to die a very painful death followed by attempting to kill your friends.”

“What about you?” a half hysterical cat girl asked.

“Anti-zombie potion,” Eva said holding up the black vial. She really wished she had worn a mask. If any of the students knew who she was, she’d be facing a lot of questions in the morning.

If anyone who cared to question her lived, that is.

“There is no cure for a zombie infection,” a pirate said.

“Oh? Who told you that?” He gave no response. “That’s right. Shut up and don’t touch the corpses and maybe you’ll live until tomorrow.”

Eva ignored any further questions and marched off to the bathroom.

A naked Shalise sat on the floor. Arachne was picking through the large chunk on her arm, pulling bits of cloth from the wound. She had a weary look on her face.

Could be worse, could be a dazed look, Eva thought with a mental shrug.

“Shalise, can you hear me?”

“I’m a–” a hiccup, “a-a zombie.”

“Not yet and not ever if I have anything to say about it. I’ll let you in on a little secret I haven’t even told Juliana. I’m a blood mage.

“Being a blood mage, I can clear this whole mess up with a little cleansing ritual.”

A brown-haired girl flicked eyes in Eva’s direction. Her eyes had the slightest glimmer of hope.

“It is a very thorough cleansing, however. Have you ever had any surgeries that implanted anything? Metal plates in your hip or pacemakers?”

Shalise shook her head.

“Good. We’ll need to get all those nasty nachos out of your stomach though.”

“She already vomited, thrice,” Arachne said. “Wasn’t anything left by the third time.”

“Excellent. Next step then. Shalise, I need you to close your eyes. This ritual requires a calm mind to work.”

Eva moved to the sinks. She tore off her lab coat–shame about it being ruined–her shirt, and her pants. All were too contaminated to trust. Naked, Eva began scrubbing her arms and face of all traces of blood, double checking in the mirror. She used her innate sense of blood to check that she was completely clean of any foreign contaminants.

“I need you to close your eyes. Think of a clean white cloth, gently blowing in the wind.”

Eva turned around and ensured the girl’s eyes were closed. She pulled her dagger off her back and jammed it deep into her own arm. Eva spread her arms wide, pulling a long trail of blood out with the dagger.

The blood was much darker than it had been the last time she saw it. Not quite Arachne black, but the ritual didn’t need blood purity. Without a stick of chalk, blood was the next best thing. Better, actually, as she had fine control in manipulating it.

“The white cloth just blew onto a crystal clear lake. It sent a handful of ripples across the otherwise smooth surface.”

Eva started manipulating the blood into a circle on the floor. She added lines to direct the magic and characters to control it.

The bathroom door opened and Juliana walked in, thirteen arrowheads floating behind her.

Eva met the blond’s eyes and pressed a finger to her lips.

“The ripples stopped. There’s just a white cloth floating on the water beneath a beautiful sky.”

Eva finished drawing out the ritual circle. She looked up and nodded at Arachne.

“Keep your eyes closed. Arachne is going to pick you up and move you to the ritual circle. Don’t be scared, nothing will hurt you. Just think of a gentle breeze bringing the fresh fragrance of flowers blowing over your lake. Don’t move after you’re set down.” The bathroom was cramped enough, there was barely enough space for the inner circle without her smearing the blood.

Arachne did as instructed and backed up.

Eva stepped straight across to Arachne and whispered in her ear, “Stand outside. I don’t want anyone seeing what is about to happen.” Eva turned to Juliana as Arachne stepped outside. “Place the stones down around the outer edge of the circle pointing inwards. Keep quiet, Shalise needs to concentrate.”

As Eva moved back in front of Shalise, she said aloud, “there is a small creek making a nice flowing noise in the background. Listen to the water run.”

Once Juliana finished with the stones, Eva pulled her dagger back out. “Now, raise your uninjured hand straight in front of you, palm down.” Shalise brought her hand out, shaking a good deal. Eva held her knife just beneath her open palm. “When I say go, I need you to bring your hand to the ground hard, like you’re trying to squash an ant that is invading your beautiful lake.”

Eva waited just a moment before steadying the knife in her hand. “Ready. Go.”

Shalise’s screams pierced the air as the magical ritual dagger pierced her hand like a knife through butter. Six of the thirteen stone arrowheads immediately splattered red and green with blood and gore. Eva sheathed her dagger and did a quick check of Shalise’s arm.

All the rot had been torn away, leaving an even larger wound than before. Still, it was clean.

Eva pulled the girl into a tight hug. “It’s alright, it’s okay,” Eva said as tears ran down her chest. “It hurts, but you are fine. No zombie Shalise tonight.”

Her words didn’t seem to comfort the crying girl. Shalise cried harder and squeezed back.

Juliana took half a step forward. Eva shook her head, pointing at the bloodied stones and shaking her head.

“You are safe. Safe from zombies, but we need to do something about your wounds.” Her arm and face were still bleeding and now her hand had blood pouring out of it. Eva couldn’t see it, but she could both feel and sense the blood running down her back where Shalise had her gripped. “I’m going to let you go, I have to grab some potions. I’ll be right back and we’ll get you feeling better, okay?”

Eva tried to stand, but the girl was reluctant to let her go. Eva pried herself out of Shalise’s grip and moved to her bloodied lab coat. Using her knife, Eva punctured her arm again. Drawing the ritual took a good amount of blood out of her, but she needed to make sure there was no contaminated blood getting back into Shalise’s bloodstream.

With a snap of her fingers, all traces of blood on the lab coat had been obliterated using drops of her own blood. She grabbed six vials of Arachne’s blood and sent orbs to obliterate the six arrowheads. She grabbed all of her potions, making sure they were clean, and went back to Shalise’s side.

Eva handed over two light blue vials and a yellow vial. The general remedies would help boost her blood production as well as general pain relief and the yellow vial would help stop the bleeding, though her arm and hand were going to need some serious healing before they went back to normal. If they ever got back to normal.

“Juliana,” Eva said, “see if you can round-up some clothes from the other party goers. It doesn’t need to be a lot, I don’t care if you can’t get clothes for me. Just something for Shalise to wear.”

The blond nodded. She still seemed to be in some sort of shock, but at least she was responding.

“Oh,” Eva said before she left, “don’t touch Arachne. She’s still covered in zombie blood.”

A soft whimper brought Eva’s attention back to Shalise. She knelt down and resumed her hug.

Those necromancers are going to wish they were never born.

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A hot fire burned away the cold October air. It crackled and warmed the young instructor’s office. The professor sat in her chair, calmly reading through a thin book as the red flames scorched the walls of her fireplace.

Zoe Baxter sighed and snapped her book shut. She tossed it into a pile of similar books and grabbed the next book on her stack. It slipped from her tired fingers and clattered to the floor. Zoe didn’t bother to pick it up. If the pile of worthless books was any indication, it wouldn’t help anyway. She moved on to the next book in the stack.

There were no records to be found of any books, tomes, or grimoires titled Exanimis de Mortuum.

It didn’t help that Eva’s description had been so vague. There were apparently no words on the cover, just a pentagram with a man inside it. Its effects were to shield souls from Death. Randolph Carter had recognized it almost instantly from the cover alone.

Randolph Carter suffered some sort of injury while finding the cover of the grimoire. He promptly vanished presumably to find a way to heal himself. That’s what Eva said, in any case. Zoe hadn’t seen the man since their first meeting over a month ago now. Eva said that her only instructions were for the book to be destroyed.

And therein lay the heart of her current problem.

The book was proving impossible to damage.

Zoe thought there might have been a hint or directions for its disposal, but she couldn’t find a reference to it anywhere. There was no word on any alternate names it might go by and Zoe couldn’t even ask because of Carter’s disappearance.

She had tried the standard methods for eliminating dangerous objects, but none worked. The disguised cover, Resplendent Mysteriis, had long since been destroyed. It was the bulk of the black pages that refused any attempts at destruction.

Eva made her impatience clear. She only got more nervous as time elapsed. The phases of the moon bothered her as did the upcoming Halloween. They passed the day of the new moon without incident, but even Zoe was apprehensive about Halloween.

If she couldn’t find a way to destroy the book by the thirty-first, she was very seriously considering handing it over to Eva.

The girl was strongly convinced that she could destroy the book where Zoe had failed. She said that it was her who destroyed the phylactery they stole earlier in the year. That Eva refused to speak of what methods she would use and refused to allow Zoe to watch both lent credence to her claims as well as disturbed Zoe.

There was little doubt that Randolph Carter used magics more obscure than proper thaumaturgy. Those obscure magics generally fell into one of two categories: light and dark. If the man was a practitioner of light magic then Zoe would eat kiviak for a month straight.

Zoe tossed another book on the pile. None of them were helping and the few left unread in the stack likely wouldn’t either. She stood up and paced around her small office.

Other help could be called in, of course. Several groups were known to fight this sort of thing. Any of them would cause a big stir about the whole situation that the academy simply didn’t need right now. She was lucky that none of the three students involved in this mess raised a fuss about it.

Of course, Shalise didn’t have anyone to raise a fuss to. Not that the girl knew of anyway. Juliana wouldn’t dare tell her mother more than she already had. Genoa had had several words for Zoe about her daughter’s activities over the summer and none of those words were very kind.

Eva not only had no one to tell but also was the primary maker of trouble.

Finder of trouble, Zoe corrected. Whatever necromancers got their roots in the town were the makers of trouble.

A chime rang through the office. Zoe stopped pacing with a sigh. The students would arrive soon and she hardly got any sleep the night before. She definitely made no progress with the book.

She glared at the book that was sitting deep in her roaring fireplace. It happily soaked up the flames without suffering a single singe. Zoe flicked her dagger, extinguishing the flames, and dropped the book back to between. At least there it should be safe from theft and mostly immutable.

Through the one-way wall, Zoe could see her classroom already filling with students. Her three sat together with Wayne’s two and the Coggins twins. The seven seemed good friends, at least while they were in class. It might not be a good idea to encourage it out of class. That might also encourage the others to get involved with the more sordid goings on.

Governor Anderson finding out about even the zombies could shut down the school. Zoe wasn’t sure how Wayne convinced the man to send his only son to Brakket and she didn’t want to jeopardize that.

Zoe took a quick look in the mirror in her office. She straightened out her hair and smoothed down her suit. It was the same suit as yesterday. Student’s at Brakket alternated classes, so she wouldn’t see many people from the day before. Even if she did, she doubted they would notice. Zoe had a lot of suits, after all. With a flick of her dagger, a bit of air magic freshened her up.

Confident in her appearance, Zoe turned to the door separating her from her classroom. She paused, watching through the one-way wall. One of her students, a Mr. Bradley, just set a sickly green sphere at the base of her lectern. He pulled out his wand and cast a spell on it. It shimmered and blended into the background.

The ball was easily recognizable as a joke item from Sorcerous Shenanigans by the double S logo on its side. She couldn’t be sure what this specific one did, but she didn’t intend to find out.

What interested her more was the spell. It wasn’t an invisibility enchantment, but chameleon was the next best thing and still a third year spell at best. Impressive, but always a shame when students put efforts into jokes rather than schoolwork. Still, more than one of her students had gone on to be very successful despite terrible school performance.

She waited until Mr. Bradley had returned to his seat before opening the door. With barely a motion of her dagger, she dropped the camouflaged ball between. In the same stride, Zoe twitched her wrist to cause it to reappear just under Mr. Bradley’s desk.

Zoe reached her lectern and glanced slowly over the entire class. She doubted a single one of them had noticed; most weren’t even looking at the lectern when the sphere was placed. Mr. Bradley, at the very least, had an eager grin on his face.

She met his grin with her usual mirthless face. One thing she learned and mastered as she got older was never to let on when you held all the cards.

Today’s class was bound to be a fun one.

— — —

“I’m just saying that Jason got what he deserved,” Max said. The three seats across the table were ruthlessly splattered with some kind of brown beef mush. Everyone quickly learned to leave them empty. The only danger came when he looked around.

Shalise frowned at the gross display of wasted food. Not to mention the gross display itself. She half thought that Max took twice as much food as everyone else solely because it ended up on the seats and table. Such a waste.

Restaurants threw away food by the truck load. Tons of good food tossed at the end of every day. They’d lock the dumpsters to keep vagrants out of it. Even Brakket Academy had to throw away tons of leftovers so she knew it was a petty thing to focus on. There was just something different when it happened right in front of her.

She sighed, tuning the conversation out.

Learning magic was supposed to be fun. Classes were fun. Hanging out with friends was fun. It was the bits that came after that put a damper on things.

All this necromancer and zombie business Juliana and Eva spent half their time talking about scared Shalise. Whatever little adventure they went on two weeks ago only made things worse. They came back talking about skeletons and a grimoire that needed to be destroyed.

Skeletons, Shalise could understand. She hadn’t bothered to ask what a grimoire was; the answer was probably worse than her imagination.

She imagined quite terrible things. From spells worse than raising zombies or skeletons to horrible creatures seemingly made of nothing but tentacles and mouthes. Shalise had no idea where that last thought came from, but it occupied her nightmares since hearing the word, grimoire.

Her nightmares were nothing compared to Juliana’s. Shalise was sure that her roommate hadn’t slept for three days straight. She tossed and turned all night until it was finally time to head to school. Until the third day, that is; they got home from school and Juliana flopped onto her bed. She didn’t move until Shalise woke her up the next morning.

Since then, Juliana had very restless sleep, but she slept.

Eva, on the other hand, slept like a baby. She worried about something, Shalise could tell, but it wasn’t whatever kept Juliana up at night. Eva wrapped up in her spider’s arms–or legs, rather–and slept until her alarm went off.

A poke in her side made Shalise half scream. She glared over at the culprit.

“You were off daydreaming,” a smiling Jordan said. “You better be careful. Shadow creatures lurk daydreams and eat intruders.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Irene said as she elbowed the smile off Jordan’s face. “Everyone knows shadow creatures lurk in the shadows, duh. Fae are the ones who invade daydreams.”

“I suppose you’d know more than I do,” Jordan said a bit sarcastically in Shalise’s opinion, if in good humor.

Shalise smiled at the byplay. Their little group knew nothing of what troubled dorm room three-thirteen. Shalise had a good amount of envy for them. They could joke and laugh without worrying about monsters in the shadows.

If she hadn’t known about the necromancers, Shalise might be joking and laughing with them. Instead she was discovering her potential as an air mage. Aerotheurge, she was told, was the proper name. Her lightning bolts might be better called sparks and her whirlwinds more of a breath of air, but she had thrown herself full into it.

Without that she might not have learned how to enhance her senses. It was just a slight thing. Professor Baxter assured her it would get better in time until she never wanted to turn the spell off. Shalise felt she was far past that point. Dark lightened, distances lessened, sounds became far more distinguishable, smells changed similarly to sounds, touch and taste also enhanced though less so. None of it literally, it was all perception.

She wasn’t sure why air changed her eyes, taste, or touch. Professor Baxter said it was just a nuance of the spell. Each of the four elements had their own versions of the same spell. Earth mages would increase their strength and toughness while water mages increased their flexibility and agility. Fire mages actually increased the speed of their thought. It sounded amazing, though Professor Baxter said it was the hardest to learn of all. For a master of pyrokinesis, a single minute could be ten minutes of thought.

“And she’s gone again,” Jordan said.

“Straight to lala land,” Irene agreed.

Much faster than Shalise could think, apparently.

“We better save her from those terrible fae.”

Irene grew a terrible grin. “If one poke failed, think two might work?”

“Worth a shot,” Jordan said.

Shalise clamped her hands over her hips. “Not this time,” she said.

Irene put on a fake pout before breaking into light chuckles.

“Now that I have all your attentions,” Jordan said with a glance at each of the three-thirteen girls. “There is going to be a party on Halloween. We were wondering if you three wanted to join us.”

Shalise did not miss the glance Eva and Juliana shared across the table. She hadn’t forgotten Eva’s theory about some mass ritual happening on Halloween. Didn’t they discard that theory? The book wasn’t some ritual component.

Either way, Shalise wasn’t going to let fear–theirs or her own–ruin her school life or keep her from having fun with Irene, Jordan, and the rest. “I’ll go,” she said.

Slowly, Eva and Juliana nodded and agreed to go as well. Good. They’ve been spending too much time worrying. Maybe a bit of fun will help.

“Excellent,” Jordan said. “It is at The Vertex right in the entertainment plaza. Shouldn’t be hard to find.”

“I’ve never been to a real party before. Anything I should know?”

“Never one?” Irene asked.

Shalise shook her head. “Just some things with some of my family.”

“Well, costumes are allowed. Encouraged even. Apart from that,” Irene shrugged, “just have fun, I guess.”

“Right. I can do fun. Hopefully. What are you dressing as?”

“Ah-ah,” Jordan said, “that would ruin the surprise.”

Shalise nodded.

Skeletons and zombies were right out as costumes. What else was there? Vampires, perhaps. Were vampires real? Did they care that tons of people dressed up as them?

Probably not. Shalise didn’t think she’d care if she were a vampire. If even half the legends were true then they were old, powerful, and had mostly apathy for mortals. Maybe she’d go as one of them.

She’d check with Juliana and Eva first and make sure she wasn’t about to get killed for insulting powerful creatures.

— — —

Arachne fumed.

Halloween was supposed to be their day.

The one day a year, before this year at least, that Arachne got to spend with her Eva without Devon hounding her.

It was true they had been spending every day and every night together for the past few months, but Halloween was still their day. Halloween was the one day outside of Eva’s treatments or the rare job they both were taken on that Arachne saw Eva.

Pop.

The cow’s skull exploded in her hand. Blood, viscera, and brains splattered over her. The rest oozed to the ground.

She reveled in it.

The smell calmed her. The blood dripping off of her was cathartic in a way that only blood could be.

Arachne wanted more.

And she got it.

A fat pig cowered in the back of its pen. As well it should. Arachne imagined its squeals were those of the fat pig that hung off her master’s friends like a leech.

She held it still with extra legs that sprouted from her back. She stroked it. Patted it. She calmed it until the squeals ceased.

Two sharp fingers dug into its eye sockets. And it screamed.

Arachne listened to the pleasant shrieks even as she liberated its insides from the cruel prison they were trapped in. She waited until the last twitches of the fat creature died down and then turned to find another stress release.

She had told Eva that she was heading back to the prison to see if Devon had returned. And she would. Later.

Now Arachne was having too much fun.

The skeletons had been a decent workout, no matter how much her Eva worried about the superficial wounds they gave Arachne. It was nice having the concern without Eva being upset at causing the wounds. Even if the concern was completely misplaced.

Arachne had lived forever and she would live forever more.

That was the main reason she had run for five hours to find this remote farm. Hurting the people her Eva perceived as friends would never be forgiven. Arachne knew that.

That was not something she wanted to risk.

Arachne stepped over the six corpses lying around the field. A squish sounded as she crushed the stomach of a headless lamb.

The little girl who accepted the party invitation bothered Arachne the most. If she hadn’t been there, Arachne would be walking around the room like normal. If she hadn’t been there, this Halloween party wouldn’t be a thing.

Arachne clacked her claws together. Her bloodlust subsided along with her anger as a sudden thought occurred to Arachne.

Uh-uh. This could work. A grin revealed her sharp teeth. Not every mistake is a foolish one, even when the little girl was nothing but a fool.

This was a costume party. Arachne could go. She couldn’t walk in with her Eva. Too many questions about a sudden extra friend. Eva would be met at the party.

And what do humans do at parties? They dance.

Her grin spread wider. Oh yes, they dance. Arachne never once had danced with Eva. That would change this Halloween. It would still be their night. There just might be other people around.

Other people would see her magnificence just like Juliana had. That girl acted differently since the skeleton cave. She now looked at Arachne with a bit of respect and a lot of trepidation. Not once had the girl called her harmless.

The few times they had spoken while Arachne was in her usual form left Arachne with the impression that the girl had become frightened of her. She spoke politely, but never at any length.

And that suited Arachne just fine. She had no desire to speak to anyone but her Eva. And occasionally Devon if he was needed.

Though, Arachne thought, maybe I will say thanks to the little sheep who accepted the invite. The thought of dancing with Eva threw Arachne into a jovial mood. The thought of terrifying the little girl while appearing polite and even courteous in front of her Eva only added to that.

Her grin left her ears as it slipped into a slight frown.

The corpses would be a mess to clean up. Even then, the animals would be found missing. Arachne didn’t want to raise any suspicions even several hours away at her top sprint.

It might delay her returning to the dorms, but this was her mess to clean up. They had wolves in Montana right? Or lions? She’d dump a few of them around the farm. They would eat at least some of the corpses. The crushed skulls wouldn’t even be looked at. Humans never looked farther than the obvious answers.

Arachne bit what passed for her lips.

Yeah. That will work.

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“Damnit Arachne you damn demon,” Devon shouted.

Things quickly descended to chaos in the small room.

Eva’s master had thrown himself to the floor. He clutched one hand with the other. An arrow poked through to the other side of his hand.

“This is the sixth damn time you’ve done this.”

Juliana, to her credit, jumped at the action. She erected a large barrier to cover most of the doorway and was launching large chunks of earth at their attackers.

“The girl wasn’t even in line of sight of the doorway. You could have covered me instead.”

Arachne stood over Eva protectively. She ignored all of Devon’s ranting.

Eva hesitated. Her hand hovered just above the uncorked vials of blood, ready to pull the blood out into orbs and begin her own assault. But she hesitated.

Juliana focused on their attackers, launching attack after attack. Her face twisted into a cruel grimace as she pulled up more earth to block the other half of the door. After a moment, the extra earth dropped back to the ground and she resumed her attacks.

Eva wanted to keep her blood magics quiet as long as possible. If the situation was dire enough, she wouldn’t hesitate. For now, she’d help out elsewhere.

“Arachne,” Eva said, “if you can get out there and tear them to bits without getting hurt, go for it. I’ll get master up and be with you in a moment.”

The demon herself hesitated, but nodded and dashed through the narrow opening in the doorway between arrow volleys.

Eva pulled out three potions, one light blue, one yellow, and one violet. The antitoxin might not help against any strong poisons, but it couldn’t hurt and it was all Eva had.

“Damn arrows. Necromancers can’t even dignify themselves with proper magic.”

“Doubt they taught the skeletons magic,” Eva said as she tossed the vials on her master’s lap.

“Skeletons, you’re sure?”

“We passed ten thousand on the way in, why not fight ten thousand on the way out. Just take those potions and make yourself useful. I’ll run out of fuel long before I take out ten thousand.”

Eva left the grumbling man and moved to the side of the door opposite of Juliana.

“I wouldn’t peek your head out there,” Juliana hissed. She flicked her wand and more shards of the cavern wall broke away and flew out of sight. The blond didn’t peek around herself.

She hoped Arachne wasn’t being hit by friendly fire.

Eva pulled the blood out of a vial and formed it into the pattern for a shield. “Hold your attacks,” she said to Juliana. She waited for the blond to finish her volley of stones before snapping her fingers.

The shield sprung to life around the doorway.

“What is this?” Juliana asked.

Eva shook her head. “Ask later.” She desperately hoped the blond wouldn’t.

Eva waited for a few pings of enemy arrows to strike the shield–no sense getting skewered by something that could penetrate her defenses–and she peeked around the corner.

As Eva expected, the room had filled with skeletons. More entered at a steady pace from the tunnel at the top of the stairs. The skeletons did not seem to care about knocking into each other. Several were bumped over the thin railing guarding the stairs. None who fell into the greenish water ever surfaced.

Several of the skeletons stood in a line around the doorway. They were the only ones armed with bows. One by one they loosed an arrow and casually, almost lazily, readied another.

Juliana, peeking around as well, readied her own attacks. She lined up pointed stones at each of the skeletons and waited to fire.

Arachne ignored almost all of the skeletons unless they dared to get close to her. Lacking fear instincts, most of the skeletons in the room dared. They all were turned to dust by uncaring backhands. She kept her focus on a pile of skeletons.

The thing she fought had at least eight skulls, as many rib cages, and more limbs than Eva could count. Arachne tore into it, breaking bones and throwing limbs across the room. The thing didn’t care. Whole bones would fly off the ground to replace missing parts.

Arachne didn’t appear to be losing either. Two arrows stuck out of her chest but she didn’t even notice. The skeletons swarming her weren’t able to do more than scratch her chitin. Even the ones carrying swords barely got a moment of attention before being knocked away.

Eva pulled back from the doorway. She gave a small nod to Juliana who returned the nod.

Snapping her fingers, the shield vanished. Juliana’s attacks launched away.

Eva reset the shield, adding an extra half a vial to the core at the same time.

All but two of the stone shards struck their targets. Before the skeletons could crumple to the ground, Juliana had conjured two more stones. She lined them up, ready to attack.

Eva pointed up at the ceiling. “Any chance you could hit those guys? They’re still staring at us.”

“I thought they didn’t matter.”

“Yes, well…” Eva glanced back to her master.

Devon sat on the cot. The deeper part of his wound–the inside of his hand–turned an ugly green. The skin around it reddened and cracked. His fingers on his good hand danced with green flame. He seemed to be considering burning the wound with his demonic fire.

Eva shook her head, leaving her master to take care of himself. “The one who thought that is indisposed at the moment.”

Juliana’s face blanched at her own glance at Devon. She turned back to the skeletons and readied another six shards. “Can’t hurt anything I suppose.”

Leaning back inside, Eva brought down the shield long enough for Juliana to fire.

The archers were down. For now at least. Another skeleton started picking up one of the bows. Eva sent a tiny splattering of Arachne’s blood rocketing at it before Juliana peeked around the corner. She snapped her fingers and the bow cracked where it had been hit.

Arachne had changed tactics. The demon had grown to her full size and was laying waste to the bundle of skeletons. That still didn’t seem to be fast enough to counteract its healing.

The attentions of the rest of the skeletons had turned away from her. Either the destruction of the archers or Arachne’s new size made them advance on the small hole in the wall.

“Can’t you tunnel us out?”

“Maybe,” the blond replied as she readied a whole line of earth shards. “Maybe we suffocate before we get out. This room is tiny, if we seal it off and start digging then we might not make it depending on how far off the surface it is. With four of us…”

The staircase tunnel hadn’t stopped pouring in skeletons. If anything it had increased the rate it spewed them out. The only upside was that more were being knocked into the pool of water beneath the staircases.

Eva doubted going that way would be very feasible.

“Get working on it. I’ll hold the skeletons here. We can at least delay sealing this room.”

“You can handle it?”

Eva grinned at the blond. “If I can’t, I’ll be sure to make my death as loud as possible to give you some warning.”

She did not look impressed.

“While you’re back there, tell my mentor that if he wants to save any face at all, he’ll get up here and start helping.”

Juliana didn’t say a word as she left Eva’s side. The rocks floating in midair dropped to the ground at her departure.

Probably for the best. They wouldn’t have done enough against the massive horde approaching her shield. The shield itself, even powered by Arachne’s demonic blood, would only hold a few seconds under the skeletons’ assault without additional blood.

Eva had better ideas.

Without Juliana at her side, Eva felt more free. She pulled the blood from the remaining three and a half vials into a large orb floating in front of her.

The skeletons beat down on her shield. They piled up, each trying to get a swing in. They hit themselves more often than her shield, but it didn’t matter. Every skeleton that fell was replaced as a new one stepped in.

Eva twisted and tore at the blood, pulling and shaping until it looked like a wire ball. She grinned and thrust both of her hands into the ball from opposite ends.

Two large hands, each the size of Arachne, appeared in front of her. The shimmering black hands crashed into each other, crushing all the skeletons between them. With a sweep of her real arms, the hands swept out into the room. They left a trail of–sadly, unusable–black blood and bones in their wake.

They vanished along with the blood-wire ball in front of Eva. Skeletons and a few of the closer pews continued with their momentum, crashing into more skeletons and knocking a good number into the green pool.

That should buy a good thirty seconds, she thought with a grin on her face. She pulled open her satchel. Only fifteen of the half sized blood vials were in there, the other fifteen at home. Never enough blood. She used five refilling the core of her blood shield and readied the last ten for another attack.

Her demonic friend noticed the giant attack. Noticed it enough to be distracted. The skeleton pile got in a strike across her chest. Her own black blood leaked out as she howled at the skeletons.

“Arachne,” Eva called, “dump that thing in the pool of water then get back here. Master’s worthless and I’ve only got one good attack left.”

The demon did not respond. Not unless you count more howling and slamming her entire abdomen into the skeletons. The thing shattered and flew. It was already pulling itself back together.

Arachne crashed into it again. Not before an arm swung a sword and took out one of her legs.

“Arachne!”

The demon swept her abdomen across the floor. Bits of the skeleton pile flew off towards the watery pit. Arachne kicked some extra parts in with her remaining legs. Then she waited. She watched. She picked off any of the regular skeletons that came within reach.

The skeleton pile didn’t reform.

Slowly, the demon turned around. She looked far more exhausted than Eva could ever remember seeing her.

Arachne looked at Eva and grinned.

It wasn’t the best grin Eva had seen. Her sharp white teeth were marred by Arachne’s own black blood. The demon wandered back to Eva’s shield, shrinking as she went. She stumbled the last few steps and leaned against the wall.

Eva ran up to her, half-formed blood ball following at her shoulder. She placed a hand on the demon’s chest where a deep gash oozed blood. The two arrows that had pierced her stomach and shoulder had broken off at some point, leaving just stubs.

“You’re hurt,” Eva stated the obvious.

“Your blood wards did more damage to me in Florida. I’ll be fine.”

Eva frowned. She doubted that but didn’t know what else to do. Potions wouldn’t work on Arachne. They barely worked on herself. The demon had her own healing. Eva walked Arachne back into the small room and set to finishing her next spell.

“Why’s your arm off?”

Arachne’s question almost ruined the spell as Eva whipped her head around.

“Decided I didn’t like it no more.” Her master’s arm was lying on the bed, completely green and rotted. “Your friend didn’t get injured, did she?”

Eva shook her head. “Don’t think so. Neither of us got hit by anything.”

“Bah. I doubt it’d work on you. I’ll keep an eye on Arachne, given its injuries, but I don’t think anything will happen for the same reason as you. I’d just hate for our tunneller to come back a zombie.”

Eva frowned as she felt a ping against the shield. “Arachne, fetch Juliana. I’ve got one attack left and then we’ll seal the door. Hopefully we get out of here before we suffocate.”

Arachne nodded and started up the tunnel.

The shield had another ping against it. And another. The skeletons were gathered again.

Eva finished her spell and waited. And waited. When the skeletons gathered and the shield was down to its last threads, Eva struck again. The skeletons once again were crushed and thrown across the room.

“What was that?”

Eva sighed internally as she turned to the voice. “Not something I can do often,” she told the blond. “If you can seal a lot of the main room, more air for us. If not then we’ll have to make do. We’re all out of fighting.”

She nodded and a thick stone section rose from the ground, plugging the entire short area where the steel plate used to be.

“I think I’m almost at the surface.”

Arachne and Devon followed the blond up the angled tunnel. Eva stayed behind for an extra minute and grabbed another few books. No sense leaving them for the enemy after all.

Eva headed through the tunnel until she met up with the group. Devon snorted at the pile of books in her arms. Eva just shrugged. Her master was taking losing an arm far better than she thought he would. Eva lost a leg on one of their jobs, but it had been recovered and reattached. Devon incinerated his arm before heading up the tunnel.

Juliana flicked her wand side to side, sending dirt to be compressed against the walls of the tunnel. The process went a lot slower than Eva expected. Juliana must have been working hard to have dug so far. Either that or she was slowing as she exhausted herself.

Eva hoped it was working hard. The thought that Juliana would collapse and leave them to dig their way out by hand sounded like a terrible idea.

Her fears were unfounded as Juliana broke into the night’s sky.

Devon immediately stepped in the direction of the prison. He didn’t leave a single word before parting.

With a flick of her wand, the tunnel collapsed behind Juliana.

The spider-demon shifted back into a seven legged Arachne-mode. She helped Juliana onto her back, if a bit begrudgingly, and then swooped down and picked up Eva, books and all. Arachne’s chest still oozed blood, Eva noted as the demon took off at a much slower pace than she had taken to get to the church.

As they got a steady pace going, Eva couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Arachne said.

“Arachne…”

“Eva. I’ll be good as new tomorrow. I just need to rest for a bit.”

Eva went silent and wriggled up against Arachne. It took a minute before she thought to ask the other member of their group.

“Juliana, are you doing okay?”

The soft sound of Arachne’s steps was all that answered her.

“Juliana?”

“Shouldn’t we have collapsed the tunnel inside the church?”

Eva smiled as a thought occurred to her. “Did you see how they handled the stairs? I doubt they can climb ladders.”

“They were shooting bows and arrows at us.”

“That’s…” Eva felt her face slip into a frown. “We’ll tell Zoe Baxter when we ask her to destroy the book. She can decide what to do about it.”

— — —

Juliana sat on the couch in Eva’s… home? She tried very hard not to look sick. She tried extra hard not to throw up. Something she was slowly getting a grip on as the night progressed.

She especially didn’t want to look weak in front of Eva. Not while the girl was nonchalantly wandering about the place like nothing even happened. Who knows, maybe nothing had happened for her.

The skeletons hadn’t bothered Juliana near as much as a single zombie had. They were far less grotesque and she was more or less waiting for something like that to happen. Doubly so after passing by the huge piles of bones on their way in.

She had asked Eva’s mentor–master, she thought Eva said once–if she should block them up. Maybe if he had agreed, the man wouldn’t be missing an arm.

Was it wrong to think that way? It felt a bit vicious.

The man’s arm had been lying there on the cot. It looked as bad or worse than the zombie’s she had seen in the abandoned house. It was sickening, but the worst was when he just flicked his wrist and enveloped it in the same horrible fire he used to destroy the book. He did it like he didn’t even care.

She hadn’t seen him since they returned. Apparently he had taken over one of the other buildings in this prison.

For being a prison, Eva’s area did have a certain warmness to it. She had rugs and warm wooden furniture. She even had working showers that used the same rune configuration as she set up in their dorm.

Juliana gratefully accepted when her black-haired roommate offered the use of her showers. They were insanely hot for her tastes, but she’d accept a little scalding to get rid of the musk of those crypts. She had been a bit depressed at the thought of putting on her old clothes until Eva walked into the shower room–not even caring that Juliana was completely naked–and set down a clean set of her own clothes. Clean clothes she accepted with thanks.

It was like the girl could read her mind. Maybe she could. The girl had her shield and that spell she used at the very end. They were like nothing Juliana had seen before. Certainly nothing she ever used in her fights with Mrs. Baxter.

Juliana thought that said something about the powers. Something dark.

Then there was Arachne. Arachne currently sat on the other couch in the room. She had her head resting in Eva’s lap while the girl stroked her hair tendril things. It would have been sweet, but there was something off about the way Arachne reacted when Eva offered her lap.

Juliana knew the spider wasn’t just some tarantula. When she introduced herself as Arachne, as the Arachne, Juliana felt she had an answer. If she was telling the truth, that would make Arachne at least two thousand years old. What was she doing clinging to a thirteen year old mortal?

And if the legends were true where Arachne was the progenitor to all spiders, then Arachne would be very old. Older than dinosaurs probably. If she heard Eva’s mentor correctly and Arachne was a demon then she could be as old as time itself.

Juliana didn’t know that she believed that. He could have just been calling her a demon meaning a terrible person. That was the theory she wanted to believe, in any case. That and it seemed more plausible with how Arachne and Eva were… cuddling, for lack of a better word. Not to mention all the sitting around not getting into wanton slaughter around the school.

In any case, sitting and drinking tea in the same room as them felt incredibly awkward. Juliana didn’t know if she should look at them or look around. Arachne seemed to be staring right at her, but Juliana wasn’t sure she had a choice. Her eight eyes could narrow, but she had never seen the woman blink in the half hour they were sitting there.

Just as she brought the cup of tea to her lips, Eva spoke. “I trust everything will remain secret.”

It wasn’t a question. “I won’t say anything. In fact I’d rather not have news of me being a part of tonight reaching my mom’s ears, which means me not telling Mrs. Baxter.”

“Oh? I thought you were on good terms with your mother.”

“I am,” Juliana said quickly. “She wanted to home school me after the abandoned house thing. I don’t think she’d approve of me being nearly killed or zombified while running around with–” She cut herself off and stared at her tea.

Eva didn’t seem perturbed.

Arachne was the one who spoke. “Running around with what?” Threatened more like.

“Strange people,” Juliana offered after a sip of her tea.

She didn’t think she was ready for a conversation like this. Especially not in a place where Eva controlled wards that apparently blew off one of Arachne’s legs. If Eva took a sudden dislike to Juliana, she might be in for some serious pain.

Eva seemed to have the same idea. “I understand you must have questions,” she said. “There are just some things I don’t think I’m ready to answer. Suspect all you wish for now, I just ask that you don’t tell anyone anything. In the future I may be more open. After we’ve spent more time together. For now just know that no one in this complex wishes harm on you or anyone in Brakket.”

“That sounds good,” Juliana said. It was concerning that Eva felt the need to explicitly state she didn’t want to hurt anyone.

“Friends then?”

“Were we not before?”

Eva smiled at that. She patted Arachne’s head. “And how are you feeling?”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“How are your wounds then?”

“Better.”

“Better?”

Juliana gasped as Arachne dug her long, spindly fingers beneath the large gash in her chest. Her fingers were clean when she pulled them away.

“See, no blood. Carapace will take a while to heal, however.”

“Good. Maybe it is time to go back to the dorms then?”

Arachne resettled her head on Eva’s lap. “Not that better,” she said.

“So,” Juliana nodded towards the pile of books they had liberated from the cave, “planning on becoming a necromancer now?”

“Hardly,” Eva scoffed. Juliana felt a bit of relief at the disdain with which she said that. “They may come in handy if we’re going to keep running into necromancers. Even if they don’t, I like adding to my library, no matter the book.”

“Just owning them could land you in prison.”

“Already there,” Eva said with a gesture around the room.

Juliana sighed. She had a feeling there was more to that statement than the obvious.

“Get a few hours of sleep,” Eva said. “We will head back to Brakket before dawn. You can use that couch. If you end up being a frequent visitor, maybe we’ll scrounge up another bed.”

Eva roused Arachne and they retired together into Eva’s room. Juliana wondered at their relationship once more. She decided it couldn’t possibly be anything. Arachne was way too old for Eva no matter what.

The cell door slammed shut. It had been fitted with panels of wood between the bars, as had several other doors on that side of the common room. Juliana could probably fix it up better, using her ferrokinesis.

That thought brought her attention to the heavy metal flowing beneath her shirt. Once she fell asleep, it would either flow off of her and make a mess on the floor, or it would harden and possibly suffocate her. She set to storing it.

She flexed the muscles in her arms out as much as possible before hardening a layer over them as bracers. That gave enough space when she relaxed to keep circulation while keeping them from jiggling around. She repeated the action on her lower legs. There was still a lot of metal left. She thickened the metal on her arms and legs and turned the rest into a ball around the size of a skull.

Juliana shuddered. Not a skull. A cantaloupe.

She hefted it onto the floor beside her. It was much heavier all in one lump than spread around her body.

She laid down on the couch and carefully shut her eyes, all while thinking of a beautiful sunrise cresting a flowery field. Juliana desperately tried to ignore the horde of skeletons that had joined the zombies trampling over the hills.

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A chilly breeze ran over the dormitory rooftop. Eva shivered. The early sunsets and low temperatures in mid September were nothing like Florida. She had purchased pants, but hadn’t expected to need them until November or December at least. At this rate, Eva would need to go out and buy some long underwear.

Or perhaps look into magical methods of keeping warm. Surely they existed. If not, her runes hadn’t failed her yet. She’d just use the same runes that heated her shower water.

In contrast to the shivering black-haired woman, a blond stood just half a head shorter to Eva’s side. She had a completely posed look about her. No shivering. No quaking in her boots. No smiles either. She glowered at the last rays of light as they disappeared beneath the horizon.

“What are we waiting for?”

“You can’t blink, right?” Juliana shook her head. “Any fast method of transportation?”

“I can create steps and supports to hop over fences and such, that’s about it.”

“Right.” Eva crossed her arms, resting them lightly on Arachne and trying not to look too cold. “Remember on the plane when I said no screaming, panicking, or just general reactions were allowed? We’re going to do that again.”

Juliana mimicked Eva and crossed her arms. “Okay.”

Eva patted Arachne’s back lightly. The spider slipped out from beneath Eva’s shirt and started transforming. Eva noted with a frown that the spider-demon was doing her best to make the transformation look and sound more grotesque than usual. The squelching noise as her body stretched was louder than Eva had ever heard it before.

When she reached her full height, Arachne had all her legs spread out behind her back like some kind of needly butterfly wings. Her mouth split into a wide grin, sharp teeth parted just slightly.

None of her intimidation seemed to work on the grinning blond. “I knew you weren’t just a regular spider,” she said. “I checked every book on magical creatures I could get my hands on and nothing fit your description. So what are you?”

“This,” Eva said before the demon could answer, “is Arachne.”

Juliana looked the spider-woman up and down. “The mortal weaver who challenged Athena?”

“The one and only,” Arachne half growled out. That Juliana wasn’t intimidated by her seemed to bother poor Arachne.

“So, which version is true? You beat Athena and were cursed for your hubris or you lost and were cursed for your hubris?”

“I won of course.”

Juliana hummed at that, giving Arachne another appraising look over.

“Anyway,” Eva said, “we should go. Arachne will carry you.”

“What?” came Arachne’s half shout.

“I can move on my own, she can’t.”

“But–”

“You’re the one who said we should bring her.” At Juliana’s questioning look, Eva explained, “I believe her exact words were ‘if only Juliana and Shalise were fine with me, maybe I wouldn’t have to hide as a spider all day.'”

“I said nothing of the sort.”

“Pretty close. In any case, I’ll just step there and you carry her.” Eva turned to start stepping, but a squelching noise gave her pause.

She turned back to find Arachne’s legs shifting from her back to the bulbous growths emerging from her back. She grew, standing high enough on her eight legs for Eva to fit beneath her without much stooping. Her human body shifted, rising higher and growing larger to match her new body’s size.

Juliana took a step back, looking at least a little intimidated this time. Amusingly enough, Arachne wasn’t trying for intimidation. At least not as far as Eva could tell. Her transformation was quick and clean.

“I’ll carry the both of you then,” she said, reluctantly, as she stopped growing. “It isn’t good to exhaust yourself before we enter a dangerous situation.”

The poor spider-demon looked almost like she was pleading. Eva had never been carried by her outside her human form. She rarely even saw Arachne in full on Arachne-mode unless the demon was planning on hurting something.

Still, Eva shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

Juliana turned and gave Eva a nod before going back to admiring Arachne.

Eva wondered if the blond would act like that when she learned of Arachne’s demon status. They had talked it over and decided not to mention it, though Devon might. Hopefully after seeing Arachne, living with her for a few months, and now being carried by her would dampen any shocking revelations by Eva’s master.

Arachne helped Juliana up onto her back. She fit neatly in the small crevasse between Arachne’s vertical human body and the bulbous mound of her abdomen. “Hold on tight, I’m not responsible for you falling off.”

She swooped down and picked Eva up in her usual one arm beneath Eva’s knees and one arm behind her back.

Eva had to fight down a scream. It was a lot higher than usual and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of Juliana. She wrapped both arms around the spider-woman’s neck and held on tight.

With the girls in place, Arachne launched off the roof. Despite her added weight, or perhaps because she had more legs than normal, Arachne flew through the air. They landed on the ground far from the dormitory. Juliana’s scream turned into a groan as she bounced on the spider’s back.

Arachne skittered forwards. Her legs crashed into the ground, likely leaving marks as she propelled herself forwards.

Eva patted the spider’s neck and said, “no trails,” into her ear.

Arachne nodded and stepped lighter as they rushed through the Montana wilderness.

An hour later brought them to the front of the prison. Rather than climb or jump over the wall, Arachne ran to the large double gate. “Alright, off,” she said. She set Eva lightly on the ground.

Juliana didn’t need telling twice. She slid off the spider’s back and took several steps away. Her face looked a tint greener than when they left and she was rubbing her backside.

A small smile touched Eva’s lips. She was glad she didn’t have to sit for over an hour on Arachne’s back. Arachne was a lot of things but soft was not one of them. The hard carapace that covered every inch of her body couldn’t have been comfortable for the poor blond.

Not that being in her arms was very comfortable. To her credit, Arachne did seem to keep the jolts down for Eva. The lack of support for most of her body always left her feeling a bit tingly. However, Eva had gotten mostly used to it over the past few months.

Devon approached as Arachne shrank. He engaged the contraption they had set up to open and close the gates. As the group walked closer to the inner gate, he gave a hard look at Juliana.

“I figured it would be you,” Devon said. “The other girl looked like she was about to cry when I glanced at her. You looked about ready to fight me. The question is, can you?”

“I can handle myself. My mother was a mage-knight and she trained me personally.”

He scoffed at her reply. “We won’t be play fighting out there. If we fight, you aim to kill or you will be the one dead. If we run, you run or we’ll leave you to die.”

Juliana nodded, not breaking her gaze.

“Whatever. It’s not on my head if you get yourself killed.” He turned and started walking back into the compound. “We leave closer to midnight. Make whatever preparations you need.”

Juliana turned to Eva with a quirked eyebrow lit only by the pale moonlight.

“Like I said, he’s a ball of fun.” Eva shrugged at the blond. “But he isn’t joking. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? We’ll pick you up before we go back to Brakket.”

“I don’t need you patronizing me.”

The girl was just going to have to learn the hard way. Eva sighed and led the way to her area of the complex. She paused just outside the gate.

“I’ll need a drop of blood.”

“What? Why?”

Arachne answered for Eva. “The last time I tried to go someplace Eva had protected without her keying me into her protections, I had a whole leg blown off.” She started laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

Both Eva and Juliana gave Arachne a look. “My protections here are far more powerful than the runes we sell at school. They need a drop of blood to key you in. You’ll have to wait out here if that is not agreeable.”

“No, it is fine,” Juliana said. “How do we do that then?”

Eva pulled out her dagger, careful to conceal the bloodstone at the tip. She held out her offhand to Juliana. Small amounts of blood magic might be passable for an average mage, especially blood keyed wards. A bloodstone would land her in prison. A prison she wasn’t in charge of, that is.

Almost eagerly, the girl thrust her own palm out.

Eva gripped the offered hand and ran the crystal edge of her dagger along the blond’s lifeline. Juliana winced but didn’t complain. “We have potions inside to help you heal.”

Once a marble of blood had formed, Eva withdrew her dagger. Eva walked the floating marble past the ward boundary and snapped her fingers. The blood marble dispersed into the wards, integrating with the protections.

“So you know,” Eva said, “my room, inside and to the left, is not part of the same system. You’ll not want to enter it.”

“Or I’ll get my leg blown off?”

“If you are lucky,” Eva said with a smile.

“Fair enough.”

Eva led the blond into the women’s ward building. The ritual circle used for her treatment was mostly covered with a large rug. Two small couches, two chairs, and a large table occupied the center room.

“Arachne, potions for our guest please.”

The demon sauntered off into the bedroom. She returned a moment later with a light blue vial and a yellow vial.

After downing the two potions, Juliana said, “this where you have been spending random nights?”

“For the most part. We’ve got a king sized bed, shower, fully stocked kitchen, and plenty of books.” She smiled at the blond. “No offense to you, but sometimes it is nice to sleep on your own.”

“On your own with Rach, you mean?”

“Arachne,” growled the demon. “Every time I hear that stupid nickname I want to murder children. Mostly schoolchildren.”

“Pleasant imagery,” Juliana said. She made herself right at home by sprawling out on one of the couches.

Arachne grinned. “I think so.”

“So preparations then?” Juliana asked.

“I’ll be changing into my work clothes. Is there any equipment you think you might need?”

Juliana shook her head. “Not unless you can think of something.”

Was there anything Juliana could use? Eva didn’t think so. Maybe a handful of general remedy potions. She told the girl as much and went to change, Arachne following behind her.

She handed the demon two of the full-sized vials to fill up, having used them up in the new version of the blood wards. Then Eva got to changing into her work clothes. She took some time to draw out some infernal runes and slipped them into her pockets. The heat spread through her legs immediately. Much more pleasant than the cold September air.

With her belt secured in place, Eva slipped in five full-sized vials of Arachne’s blood, including the two fresh ones. She grabbed a handful of the half sized vials, noting that the blood was getting a bit old even with the preservation runes etched into the glass. She’d have to dump them and get Arachne to refill them later.

Eva very much looked forward to the day when she could stop relying on Arachne’s blood and just use her own.

She grabbed a number of potions, including some for Juliana, when Eva noticed something odd.

Atop her dresser was the blackened skull. It sat in its usual spot on an elevated dais. The same spot it had been in since Eva finished every diagnostic test she could think of. However, instead of facing out into the room, it now faced the wall. The wall separating her bedroom from the common room.

Eva peeked around the corner. Juliana still sat in the couch facing away from Eva’s room. She lightly kicked her feet back and forth.

The skull stared right at her, as if the wall wasn’t even there.

After the story Arachne had told her about it, Eva expected it to stare at other people. She cursed herself for not paying attention to it during its brief stay at the dorms. Had it been staring at people then? Had it stared at Devon the night her master arrived?

The spider-demon had laid down on their bed–Eva’s side of their bed–and was nuzzling the pillow. Eva nudged Arachne. The demon’s eyes narrowed as Eva pointed out the skull.

The destruction of the skull still ranked high on Arachne’s wish list. Eva still wasn’t ready to offend Ylva. She doubted she would ever want that.

Arachne reached up and tried to twist the skull back forwards. The skull wouldn’t budge and Arachne’s sharp fingers didn’t leave the slightest mark.

Eva attempted the same thing. It turned right around to her with barely any effort. Almost as if it turned on its own. Eva stopped turning it just before it faced directly at her.

Arachne tried again, twisting it back away from Eva. She managed it without any problem. Arachne gave off a low growl and shrugged her shoulders.

Eva faced the skull directly towards herself. She pointed past the wall. “She’s a friend. Don’t hurt her.” Eva didn’t know if the skull was going to hurt Juliana, or even if the skull could hear her. Still, it couldn’t hurt.

Few things managed to get under Eva’s skin these days. The skull certainly wasn’t one of them. She decided to believe the hel’s words when Ylva said it wouldn’t hurt her. There was a bit of fear for other people, but so far it had been completely benign.

Eva grabbed the potions for Juliana and headed back to the common room to await her master’s call.

The church they came to had seen better times. It was an old American church. It had a single room and a high steeple at the top. The steeple contained a bell at one point in time, but it had fallen along with a large portion of the roof. The hole it punched through the floor was clearly visible from outside the open double doors.

Eva looked back over the hill they had climbed.

During daytime, the church would overlook a large valley and grassland that once held a town. The town built in the valley was built during the frontier days. It was long since abandoned, leaving the rotting remains of wood structures scattered around.

“The catacombs beneath the church are where our interests lie,” Devon said. “The witching hour is drawing close, be on your guards.” He whipped around his flashlight and trudged into the building.

Eva wondered for a minute if he was playing up the drama for Juliana. He used to do that when Eva first started accompanying him on jobs. Always some quip about how they were sure to die horribly even in the most mundane of jobs.

The blond in question seemed more concerned with an aching backside after another ride on Arachne.

Eva sent out a few small light spells, illuminating the dark corners of the chapel. Nothing seemed out of place, apart from the hole in the ground and the musky scent of rotting wood.

She thought about trying to take a peek down the hole. The thought quickly vanished. Having rotting wood crumble away and falling into catacombs would not be fun on the best of days. With necromancers running around the thought sent chills up Eva’s spine.

With Juliana and Arachne just behind her, Eva followed her master to the opposite end of the chapel. He pulled open a trap door just behind where a priest would stand to give their sermon. He shined his light down the hole. A shiny metal ladder led the way into the dark pit. It was obviously a recent addition to the church.

“Arachne,” Devon whispered, “you’re up first. Anything we see is likely hostile. If there are any humans who don’t immediately attack, I’d like them disarmed for further questioning.”

The spider-demon shrugged and jumped down the hole, ignoring the ladder completely.

“Eva, you’re her backup. Girl–”

“Juliana,” Juliana whispered.

“Whatever. You’re after Eva. I’ll watch our backs.”

Eva tossed a small light spell to the bottom of the pit. It was deeper than she expected, but not deep enough. Eva stepped straight to the bottom, also ignoring the ladder.

Lacking the methods for a speedy descent, Juliana climbed down the ladder. The moment she touched the bottom and stepped out of the way, Devon appeared in her vacancy.

Eva turned and marched after the eager demon.

The dirt walls narrowed as they progressed. Mush and fibers clung to Eva’s fingers as she brushed a hand against a wall. Not an enjoyable experience.

Archways began opening up to the sides of the tunnel every few feet. Arachne ignored them completely.

Eva tossed a light down one. A solid wall of bones, mostly thigh or arm bones by the look of it, met Eva. The wall ran up to her chest and was capped with a line of skulls.

Nice place to hunt necromancers, Eva mused.

She left the light in the first alcove as she moved down, checking each. They were all the same.

Some seemed to have a row of smaller skulls topping the wall. Young children.

A half cry, half gasp signaled Juliana passing the first of the alcoves. Growling reprimands came from her master a moment after.

Eva didn’t mind the bones themselves. Under different circumstances, she might borrow a few to spruce up the prison. It wasn’t like the old owners would mind.

What really bothered her was the sheer number. There were far more bones making up each wall than the amount of skulls facing out on top. Even if the town had been ten times as large as the remaining buildings during its heyday, this number shouldn’t be possible.

Eva stopped at one alcove. Its wall was shorter than the rest, though still capped with skulls. Eva peeked over the top.

Rib cages, feet, hands, hips, collarbones, and several more skulls were unceremoniously tossed behind the bone wall. The rest of the skeletons were piled up as high as the front wall with no order or respect.

The rest of the alcoves were probably the same.

She left another light hovering over the mangled remains and moved on.

After creeping past no less than thirty of the crypts, Eva came up to a stopped Arachne.

They looked out over a much larger cavern.

Carved stairs complete with a thin metal railing led downwards, splitting off in two at the first step. They circled around a large pool of murky green water. The cavern extended back into a cave maybe half as large as the chapel above.

Magical lights, more permanent than the one dancing around Eva’s fingertips, kept the cave well-lit. Pews sat to either side of a small aisle, all facing towards the pool of water and the stairs.

Six cages hung from the ceiling on the outside edge of the benches. Each held a single corpse in varying degrees of decay. Most were barely more than skeletons.

The two descended the staircase. Eva sent balls of light scanning every nook of the cave for anything that might jump out. Arachne checked under and behind each pew.

By the time they finished, Juliana and Devon had entered the main room. The blond made a straight beeline to Eva.

“You alright?” Juliana quietly asked.

Eva looked up from the small alcove in the wall. One not filled with bones, just a handful of spiders. Juliana looked sick. She had a wand gripped tightly in each hand as well as her two finger rings on. “Yeah, I’m good,” Eva said. “Are you?”

“Peachy.”

Eva gave the girl a sad smile. “I’m sure it will be fine. There aren’t even any necromancers around right now.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Devon said as he and Arachne marched over. He held a finger up to the ceiling.

Six skeletons all gazed down at the group. They were still slumped over in their cages, unmoving. Just their skulls pointed empty eye sockets at them.

Juliana clicked her tongue and readied her wand. “Do we destroy them?”

“Probably too late at this point. Someone knows we are here. I doubt they matter.” He glanced around. “There should be another room here. I wasn’t told it would be hidden. Damn vanth.” He grumbled more profanity under his breath and set to inspecting the walls.

Eva sent orbs of light crashing against spots around the room. If an illusionary wall existed, the light would simply pass through it rather than splash against the wall. She wasn’t having much success after ten minutes, and started searching the walls with her hands as her master had done.

“Here,” Juliana called. “This bit of the wall is metal, not earth.”

Eva moved over to the blond. She was standing with her wand out in front of a section of the wall that Eva couldn’t tell was any different from the section next to it. Devon and Arachne joined a moment later.

Rather than thank her or praise her, Eva’s master just grunted. “Let’s find out how to open it then.”

“I could just destroy it, if you want.”

“Fine.”

Juliana flicked her wrist. Bits of rock fell from what now looked like a rusted sheet of metal. She tapped her fingers on the sheet. Metal turned to liquid and flowed up the sleeve on her shirt as her fingers moved.

The last of the panel disappeared, causing Eva to wonder just how much of Juliana’s body was covered in metal at the moment. Not a drop had been discarded.

Devon held no such wonders or if he did, he didn’t show it. He marched through the opening and opened a regular wooden door.

The room beyond was tiny in comparison to the cave. It had a modern cot from any sports store and a few blankets. There was a desk and a short bookcase.

Devon moved in and started snooping around the desk.

Eva leaned over to Juliana. “Do you have that shrinking suitcase on you?” she whispered.

The blond just shook her head.

Sighing, Eva moved over to the bookcase. Her small satchel for potions might be able to fit two or three tomes. Five if they were small enough. She grabbed a few with the most interesting titles and tucked them into her satchel. She handed another five to Juliana to do the same with her own backpack.

A grunt brought Eva’s attention to her master. He had procured a set of long-handled tongs from somewhere and was currently pulling a book out of a drawer of the desk. He set it on top of the desk.

The cover had no title. Just an embossed pentagram with a man touching the five points at his head, hands, and feet. Devon lifted the cover with his tongs and flipped a few pages in. Ink had been splattered over the pages, though not nearly as thorough as the book from Toomey’s shop. Large portions of text were visible and whole pages were nearly untouched.

“Poems,” Juliana said as she peeked over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. He left the book lying open and flicked his hand towards it. Green fire instantly consumed the book and moved on to the desk.

“On a positive note,” he said, “I have an idea about that book you found. Downside is that I foolishly did not insist on its destruction upon seeing it.”

“What is it?” Eva asked.

“The contents of this book,” he pointed at the burning desk, “and the book you found were switched. How, I do not know. The book itself, however, is Exanimis de Mortuum. The title has vacuous meaning, something along the lines of Death of the Dead or Fear of the Dead. It is one of the few magical tomes that might be worthy of the title of grimoire, assuming it is the original.”

Eva frowned at that. She leaned against the bookshelf as the fire consumed the desk. She hadn’t given up hope on moving the rest of the books out of the small room. “They wouldn’t put this much effort into a copy, would they?”

“It is far more likely to be a copy. If it was the original, it wouldn’t be in the hands of a few backwater necromancers. They’re most likely trying to turn their copy into a grimoire with the powers of the original.”

“And the powers of the original are?” Juliana asked. She took a seat on the cot on the end opposite the one Arachne had taken.

“Supposedly able to call the souls back from Death and shield those dying from His gaze.”

“Doesn’t seem like something He would like,” Eva said.

Devon snorted. “Let me put it this way: if a second grimoire gets completed then I don’t want to be anywhere on the same continent. He will likely try to destroy it before it gets ‘settled in’ and I want no part of that.”

“Even if we destroy the copy, what stops them from finding or making another copy and trying again?”

A loud thunk interrupted her master. Eva blinked and Arachne had moved to standing in front of Eva.

Streams of profanity flowed from her master’s mouth as Eva uncorked her blood vials.

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Classes at Brakket were far more interesting than any class at a non magical school. That was simply by virtue of most classes having magic flying around them. The teachers themselves weren’t all that different. Class might be better if Eva had been more new to the whole magic scene.

The school building itself was a boring affair. Eva felt sure it was built by regular people. None of the rooms even had the oddities that the dorm study rooms had.

The only exception to this was the courtyard. The building was a ring with a large three-story section to one end. The center held a massive forest that was given the wildly inaccurate title of the Infinite Courtyard.

Trees, plants, bushes, benches, grass, even large ponds and hills all fit in the courtyard. Bridges arced over streams, huge weeping willows hung over the dirt paths. Birds chirped and flittered about. Other animals occasionally stalked within sight of the pathways. Eva was almost sure she saw a cait si at one point.

As you went further into the courtyard, space expanded. Apparently the dead center was several miles away from any part of the building. There were paths set up to go along the edges before the space really expanded, and all the paths had signs stating the nearest part of the building.

Had she known about it during the summer, she might have explored it a bit. There was bound to be something interesting left behind by previous students.

Weekends were a possibility depending on homework situation. Unfortunately, she now had class during most of the week. A young mage named Yuria Something-or-other stood at the front of Eva’s current class. She was almost as young as Zoe Baxter, but missed the title of the youngest by just two years.

“This class will be on a rotation. Mages tend to have one element they can cast very well, almost effortlessly, two elements that they are adequate at, and one they might be lucky to cast a single spell from.

“So don’t be discouraged if you cannot cast whatever spell we’re attempting for the lesson. I myself am a class two water mage.” She moved her wand to her other hand and a globe of water hovered above her hand. “The schedule is set up so that Professor Calvin of your general magic class will take over for fire spells. He’s a class one fire mage so he’s more than qualified.”

Eva had no idea what her elemental affinity was. Juliana had been teaching her elementary earth magic, which she seemed alright at. She could move around dirt inside a small pot. Enough to dig a hole and drop a seed into at the very least.

If asked before Yuria’s lesson, she would have said chaos was her affinity. That was apparently not an option. Chaos and order were considered universal magic. No one was especially good or poor at either.

Professor Calvin’s general magic class taught spells not considered part of any of the six schools of magic along with some very simple order and chaos spells.

The first spell involved breaking an object into its base elements. Not periodic elements but the magical elements. They were each given a rock to turn into a crystal of pure earth magic.

“It takes concentration and time, but it is an essential spell for alchemy and is usually not found difficult by new students. Reducing an object is an excellent way to get a feel for magic and how it moves through you and into your wands and then to the stone itself.”

He went through the process, instructing them to visualize their rock turning into pure earth. “You’ll feel a tingle in your gut moving out to your arm. That is you channeling magic into your wand. You’ll then channel from your wand to the rock itself, all in one smooth action, while visualizing your end goal.”

Eva tried it without her wand until she started seeing results, then attempted it with her wand. It felt faster and smoother without her wand, though that could be just that she was used to no foci. Eva was considering not using the wand at all, it seemed an unnecessary liability and just an extra step for what she could do on her own.

It took the entire class period, but Eva managed to turn a regular stone into a shiny green crystal.

Juliana had a green crystal in front of her in less than half the time; a combination of experience and earth being her elemental affinity, according to her. She then moved to Shalise to walk her through the process, earning the approval of Professor Calvin as he assisted the rest of the twenty or so students.

Shalise didn’t seem to catch on near as quick. It was understandable. She only started doing real magic for the first time over the last week when Juliana taught her to dig holes in a pile of sand. Still, she wound up with several green crystals growing out of her rock.

Jordan sat behind Eva’s table along with Shelby and Max. He and Shelby got their crystals with time to spare, if only barely. Even with both their assistance, Max managed less transformation than Shalise.

Irene had been exiled to another table on account of there being only three chairs per. She managed to reduce her crystal almost as fast as Juliana and then proceeded to assist her partners with their own reduction.

The rest of the class had mixed results. Most managed at least a few green crystals, but some had nothing to show for an hour’s worth of efforts.

“I’m just saying, I don’t think it was as simple as you all make it out to be,” Max said as he spewed half chewed sandwich bits across the table.

Eva shot Shelby a pitying look as the poor girl wiped her face with a napkin once again. But the girl had been insistent on sitting next to Jordan. That Max had decided to sit across from him was simply bad luck. She made a mental note to never sit across from Max during mealtimes.

They had all met up after Professor Calvin’s class for lunch. The school gave them the choice between ham sandwiches and some kind of cheese soup Eva wasn’t about to touch. The smell drifting over from Shalise’s bowl almost made Eva gag.

“Shalise never touched a wand before last week and she managed way more than you,” Juliana said, “did you even try any magic during summer?”

“Hey,” he said, turning his spittle in Juliana’s direction. Luckily for her, she seemed to be out of range. “I managed to keep a leaf aloft on nothing but air. It isn’t my fault I was born to parents that barely heard of magic, let alone practiced it.”

“To be fair,” Jordan spoke up, “we were preoccupied over the summer with all the homework Mr. Lurcher gave in his alchemy seminars.” He turned towards Eva and said, “I’m surprised we didn’t see you there, with all your potions you had before school.”

“To be perfectly honest, none of the seminars seemed designed for people who hadn’t already had some schooling. I only went to Zoe Baxter’s seminar because she basically ordered us to.”

“He did the same to us, though I can’t disagree with that. Half of it was over my head and I thought I knew something about brewing.” Jordan slumped back in his seat. “And he made us do the homework while it was optional for everyone else.”

“Professor Baxter never gave homework,” Juliana said, “I’m not sure if I should be glad or disappointed. Summer was exceedingly dull. It might have occupied some time, at the very least.”

Eva shook her head. “I’m glad she didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to read near as many books if she had.”

“Not to mention your other activities,” Juliana said.

“Other activities?” Irene asked. She leaned forward to see around Max’s bulk.

“Eva would sneak out once or twice a week and spend the night somewhere else.”

“I didn’t sneak out. I’d always tell you or leave a note.”

“Oh,” Irene perked up, “a little rendezvous with a mysterious stranger? Who is the lucky guy?”

“Just Rach,” Eva said. “I’m sure you remember her.” She didn’t miss the frown that crossed Shalise’s face, nor the slight paling that Shelby went through. Arachne herself wiggled slightly beneath her shirt at the mention of her nickname.

The spider-demon didn’t like the name. Eva didn’t like it much either, but she thought it up spur of the moment when she decided not to say Arachne’s full name in front of other people. Too late to change it now.

Irene leaned back. She hadn’t been near as afraid of the spider on their first encounter as her twin. Still, Eva didn’t think she was very fond of Arachne. “I don’t think I want to know,” she said.

The conversation died for a minute before turning back to magic, mostly how bad Max performed during their general magic class. A chime rang throughout the school and the group packed up.

Their final two classes of the day were held out in the inner courtyard, though not far enough from the building for them to have to walk several miles. The two classes offered the ecology portion of their schooling.

Their first stop looked more like a zoo than anything. A shorter man named Bradley Twillie taught the wildlife portion of ecology. Sadly, their first day consisted of listening to the man go over safety procedures in a small lecture room outside the zoo itself.

The students were never to enter a creature’s habitat without both his presence and his permission. They were never even to enter the zoo part without his guidance. If a student found themselves in a habitat, say by falling in, then they were not to antagonize whatever creature lived within. If that creature was hostile and looked about ready to attack, the student was allowed to defend themselves, but only using minimal force.

He seemed to go over that last bit very reluctantly. Bradley Twillie came across as a man who cared far more for the animals than the students.

They never even got to enter the zoo before the timid instructor dismissed them.

Franklin Kines, on the other hand, seemed very passionate about his subject. He also was ready to get the students into a hands on lesson. Unfortunately, his subject was the plant life portion of ecology.

The first lesson consisted of half safety instructions, though they were rushed through with the excuse that anything dangerous would get special attention during the lesson. The other half ended up being hands on in a greenhouse. Hands on dandelions.

If there were anything different or magical about these dandelions than the kind seen around every lawn in the spring and summer, Eva couldn’t tell.

“The dandelion is not magical in the slightest,” Professor Kines said after a few students grumbled about the plant. “However, in gardening it is very important. Because it is nonmagical, it doesn’t affect magical plants as they grow. It can be planted as a companion to an absurd number of more magical plants.”

Professor Kines whipped his wand at a dandelion. It sprung from the soil and turned over, showing a thick, lengthy root. “Its root brings up nutrients for shallower plants as well as adding minerals to the soil. It releases a gas that helps other plants to mature. On top of all that, it works very well to attract pollinators.”

His speech did nothing to make the actual tending to dandelions more interesting. Eva glared at the clock, as if that would make it go any faster. Eventually, the chime rung and class was dismissed.

“Hopefully we get into some more interesting plants,” Max said as they headed back to the dorms.

Eva couldn’t agree more.

The next day started them off with Zoe Baxter’s magical theory class. The stern woman sat on top of her lectern until class had filled in the seats.

She started off launching a lightning bolt at a wall with a wand. Eva noted with satisfaction that half the class jumped as the thunder crashed around them. The half that didn’t jump were the ones who attended the instructor’s seminars.

She then set her wand on her desk and repeated the motion. A few of the class flinched as if another lightning bolt would spring from her hand. Most didn’t.

“Who can tell me why I cannot cast a lightning bolt without a wand?” She looked straight at Eva, but called on a different student. “Mr. Dewey.”

“A lightning bolt can be cast without a wand. You just require an alternate focus to focus your magic.”

“Pedantic, Mr. Dewey, but wrong.

“Foci are improperly named. A more correct name would be ‘storage device’ or something along those lines. Foci do less focusing and more storing of a mage’s magic until the magic has reached a sufficient point to exert the mage’s will upon reality.”

She glanced around the class as if expecting a rebuttal. None came and her lips quirked into a small smile as she slipped off her lectern. “Humans, or at least human mages, can process magic at a truly alarming rate. More so than any magical creature I know of save about three. Perhaps Mr. Twillie could add to that, but I can’t.” At a slight shuffling of students, Zoe added, “rest assured that humans are magical creatures. If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be able to do any magic at all.

“The problem with humans is that we have no ability to store that magic. Imagine for a moment that you need to count to ten to cast a spell. Seems easy, right?” She glanced around the silent class. “Now, imagine that every time you add one number, you have to subtract two, to a limit of zero. It becomes impossible to count in that situation. That is what human magic is like.

“A wand does not negate the subtraction aspect. Every time you count to one, that one gets pushed into your wand and you go back to zero. Rather than counting to ten, you count to one, ten times.” She whipped out her wand and threw another lightning bolt at the wall almost instantly. “Obviously, humans do this very rapidly.”

“Mr. Anderson,” Zoe said, nodding.

Eva looked behind her just in time to see Jordan lowering his hand.

“Many magical creatures do not need wands or other foci, they store magic on their own then?”

“Excellent question, Mr. Anderson. Let us take elves as an example. They are among the three magical creatures I mentioned earlier that process magic at very high speeds. Around human like, if not higher. However, their blood has the ability to store this magic and expel it as a focus would for humans. Essentially, their blood is their focus.

“Goblins, on the other hand, produce magic at a very slow rate. Their blood can not only store the magic, but because of a unique physiology, they can retain the magic as well. A newborn goblin won’t be able to cast the simplest of spells whereas a hundred year old goblin will have had a hundred years of storing up magic. Never underestimate an old goblin, they will likely lay waste to all around them with a snap of their fingers.

“Because of these traits, elves might find use in foci, or at least be able to use one. A goblin never would.”

Eva sat back and absorbed the rest of the lesson. She had a brief thought on whether this was how Zoe Baxter normally started her first year class or if she had specifically chosen this lesson for Eva. It seemed like a good first lesson; foci were integral for magic use and throwing lightning bolts was a good way to garner attention. It was the not infrequent glances Zoe gave Eva that irked her suspicions.

When the chimes rang for the end of class, Eva half expected to be told to stay after. Zoe did no such thing. She dismissed the class and went to clearing the whiteboard of diagrams on how foci worked.

That didn’t stop Eva from half sneaking out of the class.

Alari Carr welcomed the students into her history class with a chipper attitude. Rather than start with a lesson, Professor Carr had the students go around and introduce themselves.

There was always that one teacher, Eva thought. Most of the rest of the class seemed to share her opinion if the groans were anything to go by. Still, the class went ahead and did their introductions with a single fact about themselves.

Juliana Rivas introduced herself with mentioning that her mother used to be a mage-knight. That got a few awes from the class. Shalise Ward offered up that she was the eldest of six siblings.

Eva stood up as her turn came around. “My name is Eva,” she said, “and I am fairly well versed in the art of runes.” She ignored the handful of snickers and retook her seat.

The rounds came to Jordan’s group. He introduced himself as Jordan Anderson, son of Alex and Lydia, two high-ranking people in the magical government. Why he went to such a disreputable school as Brakket went unsaid.

Maximilian Weston was the youngest of three brothers, neither of whom were magically adept. Shelby Coggins used the fact that she was twins with Irene, much to the latter’s displeasure. Apparently she wanted to use that. Instead Irene said that she could play the piano.

Introductions continued around the room until they ended at Timothy Dewey who was descended from John Dewey. He neglected to mention who that was or why it was significant. Eva supposed if he was important, she could probably find him in the library.

The chime rang and Eva couldn’t be happier. Hopefully the next history class had less touchy-feely crap.

They sat down together for lunch, a choice between pizza with some kind of pitch black sauce and chicken nuggets. Eva chose the pizza. The sauce was a bit salty, but not bad.

Everyone else picked the chicken nuggets.

“I didn’t know you knew runes,” Irene said.

Juliana replied before Eva could finish chewing her pizza. “What do you think is in those black envelopes stuck to your ceiling?”

“I never thought about it. Some sort of enchanted trinket, I assumed.”

“Black envelopes?” Jordan asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Just a little girl’s secret,” Shelby said with a wink.

Lunch ended and they headed off to their final class.

Alchemy was the only class that the freshmen had in the three-story wing of the building, though it was on the first floor. The alchemy lab was completely modernized. Fume cupboards lined the walls. Counters in the center had full sinks as well as small pipes poking up out of the edges.

Wayne Lurcher sat at the front desk, reading a book until the students filed in.

With four seats around each counter, Irene took a seat next to Eva rather than the group she had been sitting with in the other classes.

The chime rang signaling the start of class. Professor Lurcher snapped his book shut with a crack.

“Some of you may have heard the term alchemy used alongside things like gold, transmutation, eternal life, and potions. And potions may be associated with cauldrons and crones. Sadly, few of these things constitute proper alchemy these days.

“Transmutation,” he flicked his wand at a stone resting on his desk which turned shiny and silver, “is done with a wand in modern thaumaturgy. Gold is illegal to create or transmute, and not actually that hard. Eternal life still eludes us, but solutions for that issue are commonly thought to come from other areas these days. Potion brewing is about the only element left of traditional alchemy, and that has modernized far from the bubbling cauldron archetype.”

He walked up and down the aisles as he spoke. This was the longest single period Eva had ever heard Wayne Lurcher speak for. All of her other interactions with him had been barely five words that always seemed to be given grudgingly.

A small bit of her wondered if he just liked alchemy enough to talk about it, or if it was just his role as an instructor he was getting into.

“Like many of your classes this week, we will be discussing safety in the lab. Fume cupboards, precise measuring tools, goggles, and gloves have all increased the safety of even the more dangerous experiments we will be attempting. That does not make them safe.”

Class ended just as he finished assigning homework. The only teacher to do so on the first day. The homework consisted of writing an essay on the safety procedure during a hypothetical emergency such as a potion burning through a fume cupboard and being released into the main room.

Eva was at a bit of a loss. Neither she nor her master ever had any of the safety equipment and yet never had any major problems. Their equipment was far more outdated than the advanced lab materials the classroom had. Eva supposed he might have been required to go over all the safety rules by some school board.

Or maybe they would just work on far more dangerous potions than she and her master ever had. If that was the case, Eva very much looked forward to the class.

The group headed back to the dorms. They all gathered together in the astronomer’s study room to work out their first bit of homework.

It wasn’t actually that difficult of an assignment. Wayne Lurcher said the essay should be as long as it needed to be and left everything up to their own devices. Most of it simply consisted of restating the safety procedures they went over in class.

Still, it was a time-consuming endeavor. They almost missed the hours for the dorm’s dinner. They completed their meal in a jovial mood and parted ways. First with Jordan and Max, then with Irene and Shelby.

When Eva got to her door, she found a hunched over master sitting on a bench outside her room. He looked up at the group’s arrival.

Juliana immediately tensed and brought her wand out.

Eva waved her off. “Don’t worry. I know him.”

The blond lowered her wand but did not put it away, nor did she relax.

“This is my mentor, Randolph Carter.” She gestured towards man wrapped up in a brown trench coat. “Mentor, this is Shalise and Juliana.”

Shalise gave a hesitant nod. Juliana remained still with her wand out.

“Charmed,” he said in a voice that was anything but.

“It has been a week, have you found something already?”

“Not exactly. Next Friday evening we might be able to check some of your issues out. Meet me at,” his eyes flicked over Juliana and Shalise, “the place.”

He turned and stalked off. He got to the window at the end of the hallway and stepped out to the ground below.

“He seems friendly,” Juliana said as they entered their room.

“Oh yeah, real softhearted that one.”

Shalise dropped her bag on her desk. She turned back to Eva, leaning against her chair. “That was about the necromancers then?”

“I’d assume so. Guess I won’t know until Friday.”

Shalise frowned, but nodded. “I hope it is good news.” She gathered up some clothes from the drawers beneath her bed. “Unless either of you have objections, I’ll shower first.”

Neither girl said anything.

Shalise slipped into the shower.

Juliana stared at Eva. She waited, just staring.

Eva shuffled to her desk and pulled out a paper, trying her best to ignore the blond’s gaze. She had been working on a new version of the privacy runes. The new sheets should cover the entire main room so she wouldn’t have to do four copies for every customer the next time the runes wore out. Their business had gone a bit too well; Eva doubted she would have time for all of them with school going on.

The moment the shower water started, Juliana whispered in Eva’s ear. She had moved right next to Eva without her noticing. “Take me with you,” she said.

“What?”

“I want to fight these necromancing scumbags too. You’ve seen me against Professor Baxter. You know I can fight.”

“You lose against Zoe Baxter. Every time.”

“I do better than you do.”

“I wouldn’t lose at all if–” Eva cut herself off, biting her lip.

A silence hung in the hair between them. Only the sound of flowing shower water filled the air.

Eventually Juliana sighed.

“I know you have secrets,” she said. “There’s no way you get taken on bounty hunting jobs with just runes and not knowing any spells aside from blink. You have so many secrets I wonder if anything you’ve said is the truth. But I don’t care about that right now.”

She stopped and cocked her head to the side, listening to make sure the shower was still running. She returned her attentions to Eva and spoke in an even quieter whisper, “I don’t care if you’re a necromancer yourself so long as it wasn’t you who killed that family.”

“I’m not a necromancer,” Eva hissed.

“Good. Then I don’t have to worry about that, at least. I still want in.”

“I can’t just show up with someone else.”

“He said Friday. It is Tuesday. You’ve got a few days to ask–no–tell him someone else is coming along.”

Eva was going to retort when the shower water cut off.

Juliana noticed as well. She stood up, moving her face away from Eva’s. “I’ll shower next,” she said. And turned to gather her own clothes.

Eva was left staring after her even as Shalise exited the bathroom. She only stopped once Juliana disappeared behind the closed door.

Shalise seemed to notice something wrong. She walked up to Eva and said, “don’t fight. We are roommates. I don’t want to have you two hate each other.”

“It wasn’t a fight,” Eva said. She wasn’t so sure. Was that a fight?

“Good.” Shalise said. She patted Eva’s shoulder only to freeze solid.

It took Eva a moment to realize why. Then it hit her. The poor girl had just patted one of Arachne’s legs through her shirt.

“It really just hangs off of you then?”

“She and yes, most of the time. She was with me all day today and all day yesterday. And you’ve seen me after showering with her still latched on me.” Eva felt a bad for that. She hadn’t changed her habit of wandering around and sleeping without clothes. Shalise started screaming when she saw Arachne latched onto Eva’s chest one morning. The poor girl thought Arachne was attacking Eva. It took a while to calm her down.

“If you’d like,” Eva said, “I could bring her out, nice and slowly, and you could touch her directly. Maybe it would help?”

Shalise took a quick step backwards, shaking her head in the negative even as Arachne tapped out no repeatedly on Eva’s shoulder.

“I think not,” Shalise said. At least she hadn’t stuttered her first word. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that in the future. Not now.”

Arachne tapped no again as Shalise said that. Eva doubted the spider-demon would do anything if Eva asked her not to. She might not like it, but for Eva’s roommates at the very least, Arachne might have to compromise on something.

Shalise slipped back to her bed and pulled out the general magic textbook. She flipped through it until Juliana left the shower.

Eva hopped in. The room was already hot and steamy, borderline sauna. Eva didn’t mind. If anything, it could stand to be a little hotter. Cold, moist air was the worst.

Eva twisted the shower head, aligning her new runes. She wasn’t sure if the other girls used the regular water or her runes. She’d told them, but they never mentioned anything other than a ‘too hot for my tastes’ from Shalise.

After kneeling down to the floor, Arachne hopped off Eva. She stood up in human form, ready for one of their shower chats.

“I say let her,” Arachne said before Eva could even ask her question. “If she dies, whatever. It is a good test of loyalty. Of course, if she turns traitor then I will rip her into so many pieces not even Humpty Dumpty could put her back together again.”

Eva frowned at the demon. Not so much at her threating to tear Juliana up, Eva was used to the spider-demon’s empty viciousness, but the other bit. “I’m not sure that is how the nursery rhyme goes.”

The spider-woman shrugged. “Besides, I’m sick of sneaking around. If I could at least walk around the room… and now we have that Shalise character. Juliana is one thing. Are you sure I can’t eat Shalise?”

“No eating any students. Or hurting any in general. Even if they do ‘turn traitor’ whatever loose definition you have for that.” Eva sighed. The demon wouldn’t do anything, she was mostly sure. It didn’t hurt to reiterate. “If things do happen, we’ll just leave. You, me, and master. If we can’t find him, we’ll summon Ivonis again after we settle down somewhere.”

“That’s disappointing,” she said. Eva didn’t think her pout looked very serious.

“If we are actually taking Juliana, we’ve got to find master and let him know. He won’t like it.”

“Leave it to me. I will impress upon him the need for her to join us.”

“No bullying master.”

“Wouldn’t touch a hair on his head,” Arachne said.

“You’re excited about this.”

“It is one step on my plan to not be in spider form constantly.” Arachne was already shifting back into said spider form.

Eva sighed, standing up into the stream of hot water. Her shower had gone on long enough. She shut off the water. As Arachne climbed back up her chest, Eva mumbled, “I’m sure not excited about it.”

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“I don’t see why this is necessary,” Devon complained.

He struggled tying his tie. He last wore a tie around the same time he last participated in a demonology circle. Probably further back than forty or fifty years. And that had been a clip on.

“Zoe Baxter is a very precise woman. You don’t want to look like a schlemiel.”

“I’m supposed to examine a possible dark artifact. Not looking to date some girl.”

“Well,” Eva crossed her arms, “I don’t want to be pitied as the poor kid who was mentored by a hobo.”

“I lived in a train depot. You were mentored by a hobo.”

“So I am slowly coming to realize. I can’t believe you don’t have a better method of traveling than blinking. Zoe Baxter just disappears and reappears wherever she wants.”

Devon ignored the girl. She complained non stop about transportation since he arrived a week ago. Supposedly, instant teleportation was taught at higher levels of schooling. Hogwash. There were no safe methods of instantly moving oneself. Even stepping, developed on his own specifically to not kill him with short hops, had a chance at tearing an unskilled user in two as Eva was very well aware.

That this teacher had refused to teach the teleport only reinforced the thought. That didn’t mean he wasn’t interested. Only that he would be cautious about learning it.

“You’re idolizing her too much, girl. Don’t be disappointed when you see through her smoke and mirrors. Just because she trounces you in your little seminars doesn’t mean she’s the most powerful mage around.”

“I’m not idolizing her,” Eva huffed. “And our contests would go a different route if I were to use all the powers at my disposal.”

“You think you’re the only one with tricks up your sleeve? I bet even with full use of your blood magics, she still knocks you on your ass. You’re too arrogant for your own good. I can only hope you lose that arrogance before someone takes it from you.”

Devon finished fumbling with his tie, deciding it looked good enough. “How is it?”

“I’m sure you’ll have her swooning by the end of the night.”

He grunted, “let’s get going.”

Together they left the third floor penthouse suite Devon and Arachne had constructed in the cell house. It had turned out alright, all things considered. It had a nice sized bedroom, a room for books, and a room for potion brewing. It was no train depot, but it would do for now.

Best of all, it was out of Eva’s house. If he woke up in the middle of the night to catch Arachne staring at Eva’s sleeping face, he was going to be sick.

Arachne hadn’t been allowed inside since his penthouse’s completion. Shackles had been set up around the entire top floor. Eva had started experiencing irritation when she crossed them. An unfortunate but not unexpected side effect of his experiments. Hopefully she would never be completely jailed by them. If she were, it wouldn’t be that big of a setback.

Speaking of the demon, it stood just outside in the night air. Thanks to his work, no light escaped the inside of the building. Moonlight was all that illuminated the complex. Upon seeing Eva, it immediately lifted the girl into its arms. Eva didn’t care or even react in any meaningful manner. She smiled at the demon and wrapped an arm around its neck for stability.

“Let’s get going,” Devon grunted once again.

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“The only way that could have gone worse is if you straight up attacked her.” Arachne quivered beneath her shirt at her anger. Eva patted her back. “Did you have to antagonize her so much?”

“She asked personal questions, I asked personal questions back.”

“You didn’t have to ask her that.”

“This was a sorry excuse for a meeting. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you ruined that book yourself to get me on that date.”

“It wasn’t a date,” Eva protested. She frowned and after a minute asked, “you really didn’t think the book was anything special?”

“If it had anything on it, it is long gone now. If the ink was meant to disguise patterns, the ink itself would have damaged whatever runes or symbols they drew regardless of what the runes were made out of.”

Eva leaned back on the bench. The sky outside the dorms felt gloomier than late August sky should be. “Something is going on in this town.”

“Zombies and suspicious characters? I’d be concerned if it was business as usual.” He sighed and glanced over at Eva. “These guys were really necromancers?”

“They smelled like death and zombies were running around.” Eva sighed as she watched the clouds drift by overhead.

The silence stretched between them. Not an uncomfortable silence. Eva had never felt that around her master. Just companionable silence. Until her master broke it.

“Excited for school to start?” he asked.

“Can’t wait,” Eva said. “Not even being sarcastic. This town is terribly dull. Maybe if a few more zombies were running around.”

“Dull is nice sometimes. Relaxing.”

Eva snorted at that. “Yeah. Please find some jobs and bring me along.”

“In a quiet little town like this?”

“In a quiet little town with necromancers.”

Devon sat up on the bench, leaning forward slightly. “You haven’t seen them since, right?”

“I can’t say I was really looking for them.”

“Maybe the family owed them money. They turned them into zombies as an example.”

“And the kid?”

“Kidnapped. Sold or used for parts to sell and recoup whatever losses they had.”

“Bleak.”

“There’s only one problem with my theory.”

Eva leaned forward to match his posture, forcing Arachne to reshuffle herself.

“No one noticed. No example could be made when no one noticed.”

Eva frowned. “Why tell me your theory if you’re just going to turn around and say its wrong in the next breath?”

Her master ignored her. He stood up and began pacing. “Why did no one notice? Did the family not have friends or relatives? Did the kid not have school? Did the parents not have jobs? You said a window was cracked? Even without that, how could a smell as bad as you say it was not be smelt outside the house?”

“I didn’t smell it myself. It could have been exaggerated.” Her words fell on deaf ears. She knew they would. Devon got like this sometimes.

“And the zombie,” he said, turning to her, “tell me again what happened?”

Eva recounted the story Juliana had told him as best she could.

“Where did the zombie come from? Your friend said she searched every room in the house until the master bedroom. And it just shows up right behind her? That doesn’t sound like a house full of zombies. That sounds like a trap.”

“A trap for who?”

Her master sat down and leaned back. “Don’t know. Could have been a relative or family friend. Maybe even your friend if she is a well-known urban explorer.”

Eva let a sigh escape. She slumped against the bench. Her master got her all worked up. Acting like he knew who, or at least why they did it. And then it all deflated. Just another theory.

She hated when her master did this.

Eva pulled herself to her feet. “I’m going to go to bed then. Unless you have any more amazing epiphanies?”

“Bah,” he said. He waved his hands in dismissal. “Get outta here.”

“I trust you can get back on your own?”

“I think I’ll stick around for a bit. The way your teacher phrased it made me wonder if there was any investigation going on at all.”

Reluctantly, Eva nodded. “Let me know if you find anything.” Eva started to walk away but paused. She turned back to her master. “And don’t get yourself killed. I’d hate having to delve into necromancy myself to finish my treatment.”

Devon barked out a laugh. He stepped away without properly responding.

Eva turned back to the dorms. Her roommates would want to know what happened during the meeting. Shalise especially would be happy to know that neither her master nor Zoe Baxter thought the book was a ritual component. The poor girl seemed torn between curiosity about magic and wanting to pack up and leave, or just leave, Eva didn’t think she had actually unpacked yet.

Unfortunately, they would have to wait. Zoe Baxter sat in one of the front lobby chairs. She just sat. No book in her hands. No writing down notes. Not even any fiddling with her hair or a pencil. She turned her head as Eva walked in. “A word, Miss Eva.” She stood and walked off down a hallway, not even looking to see if Eva followed.

Eva did follow. The woman had all but stormed off after their meeting. Further garnering her ire was not something Eva wanted.

She led Eva to a small study room. A fountain poured down one entire wall leaving a soothing noise in the air. The water changed colors as it went from top to bottom. Eva had dipped a finger in it one time to see if it was the water or the wall. She had been surprised to find the water on her fingertip changed color with the rest of the waterfall. It seemed like it would be easier to just install some lights in the wall.

Zoe Baxter withdrew her dagger and flicked it about the room. The windows darkened, but Eva could still see out them. She doubted people would be able to see in. That was the only noticeable change, but Zoe kept flicking her focus around for a good minute.

Seemingly satisfied with her protections, Zoe took a seat at one of the desks. She motioned for Eva to sit across from her.

Eva sat. She fidgeted. The instructor across from her hadn’t said anything yet. Did Eva stare at her or look away? Should she just start out with an apology?

Eventually, Zoe sighed. “You’re not in trouble, Miss Eva. Mr. Carter is an interesting sort, isn’t he.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Eva said under her breath. Despite the instructor trying to reassure her, Eva didn’t relax. Her master had been quite crude to the stern woman.

“He barely glanced at the book before stating there was nothing special about it and trying to leave.”

“I’d trust his observations. And about his rush to leave, it is probably that my mentor doesn’t associate with people. Almost ever. It is nothing against you despite his crude comments.”

“He doesn’t look half that old.”

You’d be surprised, Eva thought. She didn’t say anything. His longevity would push the conversation towards more uncomfortable topics.

“I noticed something about him, brief though our meeting was. Something I’ve noticed in you as well.”

Eva tensed. Uncomfortable topics might be brought up without her help. If the instructor accused Eva or her master of demonic taint, she didn’t know what she would do.

Beneath her shirt, Arachne tightened her grip around Eva. She wanted to pat the spider’s back, but wasn’t going to risk it with Zoe Baxter sitting right across from her.

Despite her now biweekly room inspections, Eva always carried Arachne out of the room beforehand. The most the instructor had seen were Arachne’s legs peeking out of her carrying cage. Most of the time the cage was empty and Eva just had her under her shirt. Eva still remembered the suspicion Jordan had on the plane, even though that might have been imagined. She was none too keen on letting Zoe Baxter see the demon in full.

“There it is again,” Zoe said. “You tense up at certain topics, especially those about your past. You’ll deflect or outright lie about almost everything personal.”

Eva relaxed, slightly, glad for the more mundane talk than an accusation of dark magic.

“And now you’re relaxing.”

Eva frowned as did Zoe. She hoped she wasn’t quite so plain to read.

“I don’t know what is troubling you, and I am not a therapist, but I care for my student’s wellbeing. Eva, if there is anything you need to talk about. Please do. If you feel you can’t or don’t want to talk to me, we’ll find someone you can talk with. And if that man is hurting you at all…”

Eva blinked. She almost burst out laughing. “Oh no. That’s all wrong,” Eva said. Her jovial reaction must have come unexpected as Zoe’s stern expression shifted into one of confusion. “If it weren’t for my mentor, I would probably be dead. Or worse. He showed up on a shining white horse wearing full plate armor saying ‘don’t worry my lady, I will save you’ and proceeded to do so.”

Of course it hadn’t actually happened anything like that. Eva didn’t expect Zoe to believe it either. Just picturing her master doing anything so cheesy turned Eva’s stomach.

“If he were to hurt me now, however, be assured I would not stand for it. I’d probably…” What, kill him? I can’t say that. “Cut ties,” she decided.

Zoe frowned, perhaps even sensing the unspoken words. “Then why all the tiptoeing around everything?”

“Both I and he have mentioned him dealing with necromancers in the past.” Eva considered her words carefully. “Those are far from the least honorable people he’s interacted with. I’d rather not say anything to incriminate him. He’s a good person,” Eva said. “Mostly.”

Zoe Baxter gave her a hard stare. It was as if she decide on how to respond to that.

Eva wasn’t sure she wanted her to respond. She had basically told the woman that she was mentored by a criminal. Even if she believed the lie about him being a good person.

“He doesn’t have any current friendly dealings with necromancers?”

Eva scoffed at that. “I doubt he’s ever had ‘friendly’ dealings with necromancers. He doesn’t have much good to say about them.”

“Answer the question, Eva.”

“Then no. To my knowledge he has no dealings with any necromancers apart from investigating whatever happened in the house Juliana explored. If and when he finds them, I expect his actions to be hostile, not friendly.”

“And he intends no harm to any students or Brakket Academy?”

“That is correct.”

The hard glare started up again as Zoe scrutinized Eva. She relaxed slightly after seeing whatever it was she was looking for. “Then I don’t care what kind of past Mr. Carter has. You might be surprised at the backgrounds of some of Brakket’s benefactors and even students, or their parents at least. I doubt Mr. Carter could be much worse than the worst of them.”

You might be surprised, was Eva’s first thought. Demonology was generally considered one of the worst magics. Apart from the reprehensible idea of bringing demons to their feeding ground, willingly bringing demons to the mortal plane supposedly damaged reality to the point where it might one day be indistinguishable from Hell.

Eva had her suspicions about that. Devon didn’t seem to buy into it either. Demon summoning was well documented since before proper history began. If demons actually tore through reality, why wasn’t the world already a living Hell?

That brought up all the philosophical discussions on Hell and reality. Eva knew reality couldn’t be even close to Hell. She might not have ever been there herself but Arachne had. Arachne was quite adamant about how much better the mortal plane was than Hell.

As for the demons themselves; like she told her master, politeness and respect went a long way. Even the haunter her master had been so terrified of seemed pretty amicable after tearing through a herd of animals. He politely introduced himself and went to fetch her master without complaint. Sure, her master had shown up with injuries, but that was probably his own fault.

There were sure to be demons that were terrible monsters, otherwise where would the stories come from. Probably half of those stories were summoning rituals with poor enticements. Demons seemed to get antsy about that.

“Eva?”

Eva half jumped. It took her a moment to remember she was still sitting in front of Zoe Baxter. “Sorry, was lost in thought.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Probably. After you…” Stormed off? “Ended the meeting, we started talking. He thinks the zombies in that house may have been a trap for someone.”

“Who?”

“He didn’t know.”

Zoe frowned and seemed to get a bit lost in thought herself. When she snapped out of it, she asked, “if there is nothing else, Miss Eva, you may return to your room.”

Eva shook her head and waited while Zoe undid the protections on the study room. A sudden rush of noise caused Eva to jump until she realized it was just the calming noise the fountain made. It had gone completely silent during their meeting.

Zoe half smirked at that, earning a glare from Eva.

As the windows lost their tint, Zoe Baxter stepped forward and held the door open.

Eva headed straight to the third floor.

Her roommates were still up despite the late hour. Sitting and chatting around the small dining table. When she entered the room, they both looked up and Juliana said, “Well?”

Eva shook her head and took the open seat. “Neither Zoe Baxter nor my mentor felt there was anything odd about the book. Zoe is going to continue her own investigation and my mentor is going to snoop around a bit on his own.” She turned to Juliana, “additionally, he thinks that the zombies were meant as a trap. Probably for a relative of the family. Someone who owed money or something similar.”

Juliana did not look happy about that. A scowl formed on her face and she started idly rubbing one of the metal bracelets that ran up her entire forearm.

“So the book was nothing? No big ritual?” Shalise asked.

“Nope. I was overreacting for nothing.”

Shalise sagged back into her chair at Eva’s words. The ritual seemed to have been a point of major worry for the girl. Eva was glad to see the tension leave her. Then it all came flooding back. She screamed. Shalise tipped over in her chair and continued scrambling backwards, pressing herself up against the short refrigerator.

Juliana snorted. “Oh right. Eva spent the night elsewhere last night. You haven’t met Rach.” She gestured at the spider climbing out of Eva’s shirt and onto her head. “Don’t worry, she’s harmless.”

Eva could see Arachne’s fangs twitch at the comment. She quickly moved to start stroking the spider’s carapace, shooting a glare at Juliana at the same time. “You’ll offend her,” Eva said. Eva ignored the shrugging woman and turned to Shalise. “Rach, this is Shalise Ward, our new roommate. She’s off-limits. Shalise, my pet tarantula, Rach.”

“Y-you have to say we’re off-limits?”

“I shouldn’t have to, but it is nice to make sure there are no ambiguities.”

“Like I said, don’t worry. She lives between Eva’s boobs and rarely strays from there.”

If Eva didn’t know better, she’d think Juliana was upset that Arachne had never hurt anybody. Did Eva know better? Maybe she was disappointed. Eva hadn’t forgotten the girl’s story about waking up with venomous bugs on her face.

Maybe she would have Arachne latch onto the blond’s head one morning.

Anyway,” Eva stressed, “she won’t even touch you without permission.”

Shalise didn’t move.

It was too much to hope for that both her roommates would be fine with Arachne.

“But the book,” Juliana said, ignoring the poor girl’s fear, “it has to be something, right?”

Eva shrugged at that. “Not that I know of. You could try searching the bookstore to see if anything else is amiss.”

“They wouldn’t have destroyed it without a reason.”

“Maybe it was an actual accident. They just decided to blame us rather than admit to it.”

Juliana shook her head. “No. I don’t believe that and neither do you.” She massaged her temples with a light groan. “I can’t think. I’m tired and going to bed.”

Shalise hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor. Her eyes still tracked the top of Eva’s head with every movement.

“She’s really not going to hurt you,” Eva said. “If it bothers you, we have other sleeping arrangements. Although, once school starts I doubt we’ll be using them much. Might be good to get used to her now rather than later.”

Shalise got up slowly. She kept her eyes trained on Arachne as she circled around towards the beds. “I-I don’t want to kick you out of your room. I can handle it. There were spiders at my old home.”

Eva doubted she was going to sleep tonight despite her words. Still, better to get used to Arachne now than being unable to sleep during school.

“It really isn’t a big deal,” Juliana said, “the only time she detaches from Eva are when she goes out on ‘hunts.'”

Juliana was definitely waking up with an Arachne attached to her face one of these days. Eva would make sure of it.

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Zoe Baxter stalked down the halls.

A wet young girl skipped along at her heels.

Zoe finally managed to drag the girl out of the hot tubs. She made a beeline for the rocky pools the moment the tour stopped by. She jumped in without even removing her clothes.

Now she happily skipped along with a towel around her, drawing several odd stares from passing students. She was oblivious to it all.

Zoe stopped outside a specific door on the third floor and knocked.

Conversation on the other side of the door stopped. The door opened a second after.

“Time for inspection already?” the black-haired girl asked. “I’ll grab Rach and be out of the room if you’d like.”

“No inspection today, Miss Eva.” Zoe stepped aside, glad the wet girl hadn’t run off. “Your third roommate has arrived. May we come in?”

Eva blinked at the wet girl then blinked again. She seemed to recover herself as she stepped backwards and waved them in. “Yes of course, I was just working on a little project.”

The room was much the same as when the girls first moved in. Neither saw fit to decorate or even personalize the place much. The only decorations were the black envelopes attached to the ceiling that had spread through much of the girl’s dorms.

When asked, everyone responded that they were for luck or to ward off bad dreams. Obvious lies. Attempting to gain access to them caused the contents to turn to foul-smelling slime. Scrying into them produced adverse effects.

The staff considered confiscating them until Juliana and Eva came forth as the creators and explained they were to prevent scrying. Zoe had Eva explain every symbol on the sheets making sure nothing would harm the students. Satisfied with the results, the two girls were allowed to continue their business.

Eva appeared to be in the middle of making additional runes if the pens and rune covered papers on her desk were any indication. Juliana had a book in hand, though she looked up at the intruders.

The blond erred on the side of caution, these days. She carried two wands everywhere she went. With her in a short-sleeved shirt, Zoe could see the metal bands she wore around her forearms. Each sported intricate designs made with the girl’s own ferrokinesis. Sadly, she often covered them up with long-sleeved shirts or jackets.

Apart from the additions to her attire, the girl seemed less bothered by her incident than Zoe expected. Zoe had had several talks with her over the course of the last week and she seemed fairly normal. Not talkative, but Juliana never was a chatty sort. She insisted on continuing her urban explorations, though she promised to contact Zoe at the first sign of anything abnormal.

She set down her book and walked over near Eva.

“This is your new roommate, Shalise Ward.”

The girls looked to the dark-haired girl and looked her over before introducing themselves.

“Eva.”

“Juliana.”

“Shalise,” the girl said with a happy nod.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Eva started, “why are you wet?”

Shalise rubbed the back of her wet brown hair. “I slipped into the spa on our tour.”

Lies. There was nothing accidental about that ‘fall’ into the tubs.

“Do you want to use the shower? We can talk afterwards.”

“I’d just change into wet clothes. I don’t have anything else with me.”

Juliana looked the girl up and down. “You look about my size, if my clothes are fine with you.”

“I don’t want to be a bother on my first day–”

“Nonsense.” Eva waved her off. “I would have offered my clothes if Juliana didn’t.”

The girls pulled out a set of clothes and sent Shalise to the shower.

“School starts next week,” Zoe said after the bathroom door shut, “are you girls ready?”

“Can’t wait,” Eva immediately replied, “I don’t know what you were thinking when you made everyone show up three months early.”

Juliana nodded. “I’ve read half the library and that’s aside from my other activities.”

Eva raised an eyebrow at the blond, but brushed it off. “I mean, your seminars are alright. Apart from that, there is nothing interesting around here.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing,” Juliana said. “But it could stand to be more fun around here.”

Zoe looked between the two girls. She wondered if they weren’t just sparing her feelings by saying her seminar was the highlight of their summer.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Maybe if they had come several years ago when the town was in full swing. “Miss Ward is completely new to magic. She’s never cast a spell once in her life. Perhaps helping her get school supplies around town and maybe showing her some simple things will alleviate some of your tedium until school starts.”

Eva gave an indifferent shrug. “I haven’t bought a uniform yet.” She looked towards Juliana.

“Same” was the response.

“Good,” Zoe said. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted to your new roommate. Do play nice.”

The girls nodded and said their farewells.

As soon as the door closed, Zoe flicked out her knife and entered between. She could have left from their room, but that left a bad taste in her mouth. It just felt rude.

Zoe moved into her private quarters and took a seat at her own desk. She pulled out a notebook and set to work. Zoe intended to fulfill her promise to Shalise as soon as possible.

She just had to find out where to get the money.

The three girls headed out to the same circular market Eva first shopped at.

Unlike last time, there were a handful of students milling about the plaza. Students looking to get last-minute supplies for the most part.

Shalise gaped at each advertisement around the plaza. First the dancing uniforms, the cauldron’s overflowing contents that vanished just above the heads of students, and the rest. She dragged Eva and Juliana to the most crowded store to watch the dancing uniforms up close.

Irene stood inside the store. She looked to be troubled over choosing between skirts or pants.

Juliana dragged the group up to the girl. “Hey, on your own today?”

Irene half jumped and turned to face the group. “Juliana, Eva,” she said. She turned to the third member of their crew and cocked her head to one side.

“Shalise.” She offered her hand.

Irene moved to shake, but her hands were full of clothes. Shalise grabbed the hand anyway and shook with a smile.

“Irene,” she offered. “And yeah, everyone else bought their uniforms already.”

Eva pulled a skirt off the rack. “Neither of us have, and Shalise is brand new today.”

The skirts seemed to come in many different sizes. From ankle length dresses to barely there skirts. All of them black with teal trim. The longer ones occasionally had teal patterns sewn into them.

For shirts, they had a choice of gray, white, or black button ups in short, long, and no sleeve variety. They were meant to be worn with a teal tie.

Eva planned on picking up a light jacket as well. If there were outdoor classes during winter, she’d wear a heavy coat, but for indoor classes, a jacket would suffice.

Eva picked a couple of the third shortest skirt off the racks. Long enough to cover to just under mid-thigh. Juliana put her hand on her arm as she pulled off a third skirt of the same length.

She shook her head. “We shouldn’t need more than one. They self clean.”

“That’s handy,” Eva said. She replaced all but one of the skirts. “Why don’t all clothes come with that.”

“It isn’t cheap,” was Irene’s response. “Costly to get good materials for the enchantments and harder to actually enchant.”

Eva frowned. “Yet all of us are getting them on our scholarship. And every student has the scholarship. Where is the school getting all the money?”

No one offered any response.

Eva pulled a dark gray shirt from the sleeveless rack. Juliana decided on black with long sleeves. Shalise looked torn between a lighter gray and white. Irene had four colors all of varying sleeve length.

Adding a jacket and coat to her pile, Eva moved on to the shoes. There were no required shoes, but Eva was always on the lookout for a good pair of boots. Sadly nothing looked remotely good.

Purchases in hand, Eva moved to the checkout just behind Shalise. The girl fumbled around, handing the cashier her dorm key card. Once she got her purchases sorted, Eva moved up next.

Eva held out her card. The cashier ran it through the card reader the same way any credit card would be. Eva couldn’t help but ask, “these do give you real money, right? Not some fake money the school prints out?”

The cashier’s lip curled into a frown. “Girl, if the school didn’t pay me real money, I’d have been gone from this town years ago.”

“Fair enough,” Eva said as she took her purchases off the counter.

Juliana gave her a quirk of an eyebrow.

Eva smiled. “Seems suspicious is all.”

That suspicion gnawed at Eva over the last few months. The only explanation she could come up with was that there were a significantly higher number of donating alumni than new students. Assuming Zoe Baxter’s justification for the scholarships was correct.

Either that or an eccentric and rich funder. Eva hadn’t seen any evidence of illegal activities that might be the source of funds. Though, she supposed, if I could wander around for a month or two and stumble across illegal activities, some authority would have noticed much sooner and shut them down.

They parted with Irene outside the clothing shop and entered Foible Foci.

Juliana meandered over to the alternative foci, leaving Eva to guide Shalise around.

Shalise turned her brown eyes over everything in the shop. Not just her eyes. She had to touch absolutely everything, much to the chagrin of the young man managing the store.

Eva dragged the excitable girl to the simple wands and helped her pick out a wooden wand.

“So, Shalise, you’ve never done magic before?” Eva asked before the girl could run around the store.

“I heard of magic, who hasn’t, but I never expected Professor Baxter to show up claiming I was a mage.” She laughed and waved a hand in front of her face. “I told her she had the wrong person. That nothing in my life could be considered magical.”

Eva waited, but Shalise didn’t continue. A bit of a look had fallen over her face. She turned her eyes downwards and sighed. Just as Eva was about to ask if she was alright, Shalise continued.

“She handed me a ticket for a flight, a scholarship fund, and a bunch of papers. I threw them all in the trash.

“Professor Baxter showed up again a week later asking why I missed the flight and if I needed assistance getting to school. I told her I had too much to care for at home, too much work that other people wouldn’t do.”

Eva never thought about that. Someone like Juliana, from a magical family, was probably expected to be shipped off to school. Eva held no attachments to anything back in Florida. But what about people who actually had friends and liked living where they did.

A smile flitted across Eva’s face. Maybe her registration to high school hadn’t been withdrawn. She’d be marked as absent in all her classes until truant officers were sent to her father’s house. If he got arrested due to her disappearance, it would be a happy day.

It was a bit much to hope for. Unfortunately, he knew Eva could do magic and he knew she had visitors from ‘one of them magical academies’ looking to recruit her. Even if Zoe Baxter hadn’t arranged anything, the government surely had a method of contacting Brakket and finding out where Eva was.

Shalise broke Eva from her thoughts. “Eventually, she promised me that she would take care of my home while I was gone. And that I could visit anytime I wanted just by asking her. If I turn out to be a terrible mage or hate it here, then I can go right home.”

“Well,” Eva said, “it is probably good you skipped summer. It has been fairly dull around. I can’t say that I hate it, or that I’d be doing anything more interesting at home except volunteering at a local vet’s office.” She gave Shalise a smile. “Hopefully, school keeps us busy, at the very least.”

Juliana wandered back from the other side of the store, sporting a full finger ring on the index fingers of either hand. At Eva’s questioning glance, Juliana said, “I thought yours looked cool so I got some. Though you never wear yours…”

“It turned out to be a tad more cumbersome than I expected.” Not to mention Eva didn’t actually need any foci for casting her spells. The wand was just for show.

“You should.”

Eva blinked at her terse response. “Yeah,” she said. It would be a handy excuse if she had to cast a spell in an emergency, that was at least part of the reason she originally bought it. “Maybe I will.” She turned to Shalise. “Do you want to look for any alternate focus?”

Shalise held up her hands and took a step back. “Oh no. I don’t think so. This,” she held up her new wand with a bright smile, “is more than enough for now.”

Juliana looked like she wanted to say something but held it in.

“Let’s get your books then. I could use some more paper and ink from Major’s as well.”

Toomey Tomes Bookstore was just as devoid of life as the last time Eva entered the shop. The sole living person was the owner, sitting behind a counter. He was a pencil thin man with far too much gel slicking back his hair. His sunken in eyes glared at the group as they entered his store.

Eva glared right back. Her last time in the store found her running right into some dangerous smelling people. If they were in the store to meet with the shop owner, then that was all on him.

Because of her suspicions, Eva took extra care snooping about the store while Juliana helped Shalise find her books.

Of course, Eva didn’t expect to find anything. If she ran a bookstore of a less than scrupulous nature, she wouldn’t leave evidence lying around the front room. There would be no hidden rooms where customers could stumble into them. There wouldn’t even need to be a secret room. Just a shelf in the back storage room with a few legitimate books set in front of whatever needed to be hidden.

If there were anything that needed to be hidden at all. But you didn’t deal with people who smelled like death if you didn’t have anything to hide. Unless those men just needed a book.

After finding nothing around the shelves, Eva changed tactics. She walked up to the counter where Stephen Toomey, based on his name tag, still glared at her. “Do you have any books you keep out of the main room here?”

“What’s wrong with the books out here, huh?” His nasally voice peaked at the end. He stood from his stool and waved a finger at Eva. “If you’ve damaged any of my merchandise little girl, I’ll be collecting tenfold the cost from you.”

Eva held up her hands. “Nothing like that. I’ve read most of them and was looking for more along my interests.”

Stephen Toomey crossed his arms. “Read most of them? I don’t believe you. I haven’t even read half of them.”

“You clearly have better things to do,” Eva countered. “I am a student stuck in the most boring town I’ve ever been in. It would be strange if I hadn’t read all the books around town.”

It was a lie, of course. She had barely read the required school books. It sounded believable to her though.

Apparently it sounded believable to Toomey as well. “Even if that’s the case,” he said, “I don’t think I have anything to show little brats who shirk responsibility and damage products.”

“Damage products? I never–”

“Don’t be coy with me, little girl. It was you and that brat with the blond hair.” He pointed at an approaching Juliana. “The book you ruined was pointed out by two gentlemen, still dripping with ink.”

“Are you sure they didn’t do it?”

“Don’t shirk responsibility onto others. I was with them the whole time, showing a book on a completely different shelf when one of them tapped me on the shoulder and pointed it out.”

Eva frowned. “Do you still have the book?”

“‘Course I still have it. Can’t sell rotten books now can I?”

“I thought you might have thrown it away or something.”

“Thrown it away? Even damaged as it is, it still is an original copy of the Resplendent Mysteriis.”

“Bring it out and I’ll buy it at full price. Plus extra for compensation.”

Toomey stared at Eva. “You better be able to afford this, little girl,” he said as he stalked into the back room.

Juliana walked up to Eva with raised eyebrows.

Eva shook her head. “After we leave,” she whispered.

Toomey returned to find a large amount of cash sitting on the counter. Double the most expensive book Eva could remember seeing in the bookstore. The cash was the results of her rather successful business. Eva didn’t want to risk her spending money on her scholarship card being low.

He counted the money then slid the book across the counter. “Take it and get out of here.”

“My friend,” Eva said as she stepped out of the way, “still needs to purchase her books. I’d ask that you don’t treat her the way you treated me. She only arrived at Brakket earlier today.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He rung up Shalise’s total without another word and glared the group out of the shop.

Outside, Juliana immediately turned on Eva. “What was that all about? I know you didn’t spill ink on that book.”

“You didn’t either.”

“Those men then?”

Eva nodded. “I think so.”

They filled in a very confused Shalise.

“You never told me why you were afraid of them.”

“I wouldn’t say afraid,” Eva said with a light shuffling of her feet. “I had my nose right in one’s chest. People who smell like they do are generally not the sort of people you want to be around.”

“You can’t discriminate against people based on how they smell,” Shalise said. “Maybe the poor guy’s house was undergoing renovations and he couldn’t shower.”

Shaking her head, Eva said, “not the same kind of smell. This was pungent and vile, the kind of smell I expect from a corpse whose stomach has been torn open.”

“C-corpse?” Shalise half shouted.

Eva hushed her. Glancing around, she was glad for the mostly empty plaza. “There are plenty of very good reasons to smell like death.” Eva tried calming the girl. “Undertakers, morticians, even doctors, nurses, and veterinarians. Trust me, I volunteer at a vet’s office sometimes.”

That seemed to assuage Shalise, at least a little. Juliana, on the other hand, had gone very pale.

“Let’s get back to the dorms,” she said.

“Juliana?”

She shook her head. “I’ll tell you back at the dorms.”

She marched off leaving Shalise and Eva behind. The two shared a glance and followed after her.

“Z-zombies?”

“Just one, as far as I know. Mrs. Baxter didn’t tell me what happened afterwards.”

Eva paused her flipping through the book. The pages were almost entirely ruined. Almost as if the book had been dipped in ink rather than having ink spilled over it. The papers crackled and flakes of ink fell off at the lightest touch. Many pages were stuck together. Eva couldn’t detect any blood, which she originally thought the ink was trying to disguise, but there could still be runes or other magical elements etched into the pages.

“Eva?”

It still felt dangerous. Eva had been cautious, checked it for traps and contaminants. The flakes of ink that had fallen off were kept in a small pile on Eva’s desk. She would obliterate them later with blood magic, after her roommates had gone to sleep.

Eva wanted to hand the book off to her master, keep it under magical suppressants and shackles much like the black skull. He’d dealt with necromancers at least once in the past. He might be able to find something she couldn’t.

“Eva?”

“Sorry,” Eva said, glancing at Juliana, “just had some thoughts.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just thought we should all know.”

“Thanks.” Eva gave what she hoped was a comforting smile. Juliana spoke very solemnly about her experience. Eva didn’t want to make light of the zombies, but something else bothered her. “I’m actually less concerned with zombies and more concerned with the book.”

“Not concerned with zombies?” Shalise asked, aghast.

“Less concerned than I am about the book,” Eva repeated.

Juliana leaned back on her bed, resting her head on the wall. She shut her eyes and asked, “what’s wrong with the book?”

“My mentor has dealt with necromancers in the past. I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard things from him. Now, I’m not saying it is for sure, but I don’t want this to be a component in a ritual.” Eva tapped the book. “Town sized sacrifices to draw Death’s gaze are not unheard of.”

Neither girl said anything.

Eva wondered if she made a mistake. That she should have downplayed the danger. It was all just a guess, after all. A guess that made a lot of sense to Eva. What else would necromancers be doing in a tiny town like Brakket.

Juliana kept her eyes shut, breathing deeply and slowly. Some kind of calming technique, perhaps.

Shalise went rigid. She looked about ready to fall off the back of her bed.

What a fun introduction to your first day in magical society.

“You’re not acting concerned,” Juliana said without opening her eyes.

“If I were to perform a ritual involving mass death to a power like Death, it would be on either Halloween or winter solstice. Maybe other local cultural days that involve observance of the dead. I’d say we have a bit of time, though again, I am not an expert.”

“W-well, lets call the police.”

Juliana shook her head. “If this is a massive ritual, I’d rather not spook them and have them do something drastic at the first sign of opposition.”

Eva nodded. She didn’t want people running around searching for dark magic in a town where she and Arachne lived. People snooping around would be problematic at best. “I said I’d aim for Halloween. It is very likely that the ritual could be done sooner if needed.”

“I’ll contact my mother and see if she can’t round-up a few of her old mage-knight contacts to poke around quietly. Preferably ones that have children attending Brakket. They can disguise their visits as social ones.”

Eva didn’t like the sound of a handful of mage-knights running around any more than a full police investigation. “We might just be overreacting,” she said, “it might all be coincidence.”

Juliana shot Eva a look that said, ‘you don’t believe that any more than I do.’

Eva ignored it. “I’ll speak with my mentor, he’s dealt with unsavory sorts before.”

“We have to at least tell Professor Baxter. If this is d-dangerous to students, the school needs to know.”

“I agree,” Juliana said before Eva could object.

Eva repressed a sigh as Juliana withdrew one of the instructor’s business cards. Eva avoided carrying them around. Being tracked to the prison would be a terrible thing.

She’d have to do something about that. It wouldn’t do to have snooping bounty hunters stumble over the prison in their search for necromancers. Eva almost felt bad for Arachne; the moment she got back from setting up Devon’s room at the prison, she’d just be returning.

Her master had lived in the women’s ward until he decided it was too demeaning. He moved out to cell house one, the oldest prison block, and requested Arachne’s help in remodeling. The set up shouldn’t have taken all day. Eva glanced out the window. For all she knew, Arachne was hanging on outside the windows, not wanting to barge in and be seen by the unknown Shalise.

They really needed to work on better communication and transportation to the prison. It had become one of Eva’s top priorities since Zoe Baxter had refused to teach her the method of teleportation she used. Arachne was becoming increasingly convinced that Eva could handle a walk through Hell. The fact that the spider-demon always ran to the prison when going alone gave Eva some reservations about that.

A knock at their door brought Eva back to the present. She, being the closest to the door, stood from her desk and allowed Zoe Baxter into the room.

No one said anything.

“Out with it.”

“There are zombies in town,” Shalise blurted out.

Zoe Baxter glanced a hard glance at Juliana. “More than just the one time?”

“No. Shalise means to say that we suspect necromancers running around the city.”

“Of course there are,” Zoe Baxter glared at the three of them. “Zombies don’t raise themselves. Well, they do. The first ones don’t raise themselves. Rest assured the matter is being investigated. Unless you know who the necromancers are?”

Eva frowned as both Juliana and Shalise turned her direction. Zoe Baxter noticed and looked to Eva as well. “Juliana and I,” she said, making sure to emphasize the blond’s name, “ran into people we now believe are necromancers on our first week of school. We didn’t exactly get their names, but they were in Toomey’s bookstore destroying a book.” She patted the book on her desk, already hating herself for drawing attention to it. “The one I ran into was tall and thin, very bony. I might have thought he was a skeleton if he hadn’t obviously been alive. I didn’t get a good look at his partner.”

“Larger, but not fat,” Juliana chimed in. “Probably muscle. He had short black hair.”

“You might want to check in with Toomey, he seemed fond of them for some reason,” Eva added.

“And the book?”

“It is…” Eva leaned over to read the cover. “Resplendent Mysteriis. Know anything about it?”

“A collection of poetry, if memory serves. None of the poems have any known magical use. I don’t find them particularly good, either.”

“It is a common book then?”

“I wouldn’t say common, but the school library should have a copy of it. I believe I will be confiscating that copy, however.”

Eva frowned. Given that it was destroyed like it was, and that Stephen Toomey called it an original, Eva had hoped it was destroyed to cover up what the necromancers were doing. A common book with plenty of copies would just get attention drawn to the book. That meant her first theory was probably more likely, but she just didn’t know enough. And now the book would probably be destroyed before her master had a chance to examine it.

Unless… Eva smiled.

“Something amusing, Miss Eva?”

“My mentor has dealt with necromancers in the past, told me stories one time. I’m sure he would be very interested in examining this book.”

“I am not going to leave a potentially dangerous book in the hands of a student, let alone some mysterious mentor who refuses–”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to,” Eva interrupted the now frowning Zoe Baxter. “Just don’t destroy the book right away and I think I can force the meeting you so very much want to have.” She smiled to herself. Her challenge was about to be complete.

That set frowns across Zoe’s face. “Indeed,” she said.

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Eva’s bed was empty once again this morning.

Ever since she disappeared for two days a few weeks ago, Eva spent the night someplace else about once a week. And she wouldn’t say where.

If Juliana had to guess, Eva ran around with her mentor going on fun adventures and bounty hunting.

But the girl didn’t trust Juliana. She avoided, dodged, deflected, or otherwise ignored any questions about herself. The times she did answer were either obvious lies or so vague they could describe anyone.

Then there was her obviously magical spider that Eva insisted was some generic tarantula. The spider that reappeared after a month ‘hunting’ right after Eva’s first disappearing act.

It still frustrated Juliana to no end that she had been unable to find the creature in any of the books she’d bought on creatures. That just meant it was in books not for student’s reading.

And that meant dangerous.

Hopefully at least. Juliana would be disappointed if it was just a rare tarantula.

If Mrs. Baxter hadn’t charged her with befriending the girl, Juliana probably would have found a different friend. Maybe even more than one.

She sighed as she stepped into the shower. I might be being hard on the girl. As long as personal questions were avoided, she wasn’t that bad. Plus she knew all kinds of crazy things.

Chaos magic and runes? What kind of first year knows chaos magic, not to mention doesn’t know what chaos magic is. What kind of anyone knows runes?

The runes were another puzzle. A puzzle that made Juliana money, but a puzzle nonetheless. Juliana looked up some runes not long after their business got going, mostly looking for other types of runes they could sell. She found a way to make an area unscryable. But the book listed around three characters. Eva’s anti-scrying papers covered the entire sheet. Either Eva was very bad at runes or those papers did a lot more than stop scrying.

Though, to be fair, they stopped scrying very well. The headache she had after testing lasted half a day. That had not been a happy day.

As long as the extra runes weren’t hurting anyone, Juliana didn’t much care. Though she felt they should be charging extra for whatever extra features were on their rune papers.

Juliana almost felt bad. Eva’s runes were over half of the Rickenbacker and business was spreading across the street without any effort on Juliana’s part. Eva had to spend hours drawing out and charging the runes while Juliana just delivered and got money.

Juliana pushed thoughts of her wayward roommate from her mind. She had her own plans for the day.

To say the area around Brakket Academy was dull would be an understatement. The ‘entertainment’ district and shopping areas had worn themselves out within two weeks. While Eva seemed happy to read through the library, and Juliana didn’t mind either, books were missing that spark of excitement Juliana needed.

Eva might be keeping from going stir crazy with whatever weekly escapades she disappeared on, but Juliana had nothing of the sort.

Her mother would never have taken her on any of her bounties. The few safaris she’d been on with her parents didn’t give her the exciting tales her father had.

Her solution might be a poor man’s substitute, but in the boring town of Brakket, Juliana would take what she could get.

She pulled open the drawer of her desk that held all of her exploring gear. She dumped the contents, a notebook and pens, a map of the town, a heavy-duty flashlight, gloves, binoculars, and rope, into her backpack. She checked the battery level of her camera and grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge along with a few granola bars.

With that, Juliana put on a light jacket and headed out into the early morning air. She had her sights set on a very specific building today.

Business buildings were pretty easy to tell if anyone used them. If a business building was closed for any reason other than holidays or renovation, it was probably out of business. A for sale sign would be a for sure sign but that usually means the inside has been cleaned out unless it used to be a big factory. Boarded up windows indicated a goldmine.

Residences, on the other hand, were harder to tell. Even if no one went in or out for weeks, it might still be a summer home. Or in a school town like Brakket, a winter home for students during the school year.

The house Juliana had her sights on today hadn’t been used all summer. It had looked interesting at the start of summer, but Juliana couldn’t tell for sure back then. So she had discretely stuck a bit of painter’s tape over the doors and garage. They hadn’t been disturbed once.

That combined with yellowing grass from a lack of water, general disrepair of the exterior, and a broken window on the second floor led Juliana to believe it was, in fact, abandoned.

If it was intended for use during the school year… well, school was going to start in two weeks and no one had shown up so far. If she was supposed to live in it, she’d probably just choose to live in the dorms rather than spend the effort fixing the place up.

Juliana made a quick staircase out of earth and hopped over the wooden fence, flattening the earth once she landed. She wasn’t particularly worried about neighbors being nosy, but going in through the back door would give her more time to get in without displaying her obvious breaking and entering to the whole street.

All the residences in Montana, or at least around here, were very spread apart. Large houses on larger properties. This house wasn’t the biggest she’d seen, but it was decent sized. There was bound to be something interesting inside.

Juliana removed the bit of tape on the back door. The front door still had the bit of tape over it. She tried jiggling the handle and was surprised to find it unlocked. Won’t have to force my way in at least, she thought as she cracked the door open.

Reeling back, Juliana began coughing and gagging. There was something foul in there. Wishing she was a better air mage, Juliana slapped a cloth over her face.

Right inside the back door was a small dining room and kitchen. Dishes had been left all over the table. There might have been a meal on them but flies and maggots swarmed over the whole thing. The fridge was hanging open and full of even more bugs.

Underneath the cloth, Juliana smiled. This was interesting.

She carefully moved forward with her wand out. It wouldn’t do to be surprised by some rabid animal that managed to get in. A quick test of the light switch produced no results. As expected of an abandoned building.

Carefully maneuvering her hands, she brought up the flashlight to her hand holding the cloth. Enough light was coming in through the large windows, but some corners still ended up dark. In all honesty, she should just toss the cloth. It wasn’t helping much anyway.

The dining room connected with a small room at the front of the house. Several couches and seats were set around a low coffee table. Several shelves of books lined one wall. Sadly none were both interesting and something Juliana didn’t already own.

There was a fancy mask hanging off one wall. It was half black and half white with what looked like tarot cards cut out over the eye holes. A fake gold medallion hung in the center of the forehead depicting a moon encircling a sun. Several sheet music covered curls sprang off the top.

Juliana plucked it off the wall. It felt flimsy in her hands, like papier-mache. She replaced it on the hook. If she wanted it, she’d get it when she left.

The rest of the ground floor had nothing of interest. A small office with some computers set up, a room with a big couch and a bigger television, and a bathroom.

Juliana crept up the stairs to the second floor. She made it to the top and frowned. Not a single step creaked. What kind of abandoned house didn’t have creaking stairs.

The stench, however, followed her up. It might have been stronger on the second floor.

The first door she tried led to a bathroom with nothing of interest. The second door was a bedroom. A single, small bed lay inside. Juliana poked through the dresser. Each drawer was full of small boy’s clothes.

Juliana’s heart hammered in her chest.

Something was wrong here. A half eaten meal she could see. The family decided to eat before abandoning the town. All the books, all the furniture, and an expensive looking mask were suspicious. But full drawers of children’s clothes? Either this kid had a lot of clothes or this family left in a hurry.

And the smell. Oh the smell. It got worse as Juliana crept towards the last door.

She threw it open.

And almost threw up. The smell assaulted her the same time the sight did.

A king sized bed had its sheets torn off. They were wrapped up at the foot of the bed. White sheets were stained black. A gray foot stuck out from one end. Maggots crawled all over and in it.

Juliana was about to shut the door quietly when the sound of a bare foot slapped against the hard wood hall. She slammed the door and spun around.

A half-naked woman stood in front of her. Her jaw hung slack. Her clothes were torn to shreds. A kitchen knife stuck out of her chest.

Her skin most definitely was not alive.

Rustling and a moan could be heard through the door behind her. Retreat was not an option.

Situations like this were why her mother trained her. She sucked in her fear and got serious.

Juliana flicked her wrist. Her flashlight melted in her hand. She launched bits of sharpened metal at the woman’s head. She swiped her hand over the brass doorknob before the shards even struck. Brass marbles flew from her fingers into the woman’s chest.

They sunk into her with a sickening squelch, but they managed to stagger her.

Juliana sprinted past, knocking over a small table in the hallway on her way.

The doorknobs melted into her hand as she ran past. Juliana desperately wished the banister down the stairs was made of metal. The supports holding it up were made of metal and she settled for grabbing that as she flew down the stairs.

Juliana dashed out the back door, not waiting to see if the zombie followed her. With another flick of her wrist, columns of earth erupted from the back porch to completely cover the door and window. Another few flicks of her wrist saw other windows being covered.

She jumped the fence with the help of a large earth mound and covered the windows in the front as well. Not waiting to see if anything had already made it out, Juliana created a platform on their front grass about twice as high as a person.

Finally she relaxed atop her platform. She could still smell that stench she knew was rotting flesh.

From her backpack, she pulled out a small business card. She gave it three taps and the circle began glowing faintly. She gave it three more taps. Then three again.

Finally Mrs. Baxter appeared next to her on the platform.

“What is it, Miss Rivas. I am quite–” She cut off as she noticed the house half encased in earth. “Mind telling me what is going on?”

“Zombies,” Juliana breathed out. She felt like choking.

“Zombies?”

“At least one. But I saw another corpse and I swear I heard it moan. Plus there was a kid’s room but I didn’t see any kid corpses.”

Kid corpses. Juliana knelt and hurled her breakfast off the edge of the platform.

A light rubbing on her back brought her out of her fit. She leaned back from the edge. Mrs. Baxter had her phone out and was typing something into it.

Juliana wiped the spittle off her lip just as Mr. Lurcher appeared on the platform.

“Zombies,” he grunted.

“Indeed.”

He gave a few gruff sniffs of the air. “I can smell it from here.”

“Zombies?” Juliana asked.

“Death.”

“Juliana,” Mrs. Baxter said, “were you injured in the slightest?”

She shook her head. “I just ran past one as it stumbled. It only got…” How close? Too close.

Juliana slumped down on the platform.

Mrs. Baxter knelt next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. “Hold on,” she said, “we’re going back to the dorm. Wayne, keep an eye out for anything unusual.” She pulled out her dagger and hesitated. “And Wayne. Do not go in until I return. I would hate to have to explain to Dean Halsey why our alchemist is a zombie.”

With that said, reality folded away. The sky, the house, all folded into nothing. A moment later, her dorm room appeared and Mrs. Baxter gave her a light push into the room.

Juliana felt herself spin around and get pulled into the bosom of Mrs. Baxter. The instructor held her close and began whispering that it was going to be alright.

After a minute of Juliana pretending she wasn’t crying into the woman’s chest, Mrs. Baxter pulled away.

“Let me get a good look at you,” she said. She looked Juliana up and down, carefully inspecting her hands and face. She walked around until she was satisfied. “Alright. Wayne and I can’t leave this sitting, but I will be right back as soon as we look around. We’ll have a talk then.”

Mrs. Baxter stepped away, pulling her dagger out once again.

“Wait,” Juliana said, “both the creatures were on the second floor. One in the hall and one in the master bedroom. The door was shut but I destroyed the handle for a weapon,” Juliana said as she lifted the metal still swirling around her left arm.

Mrs. Baxter nodded. “You did good. I’ll be back in half an hour.” And she vanished.

Juliana took off her clothes on the way to the shower. Eva was still gone and even if she wasn’t, it wasn’t like the girl cared about modesty anyway. And right now, Juliana didn’t care either.

She sat and let the hot water wash over her body. She took deep breaths of the hot, humid air.

Juliana finally had an exciting story. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to tell it.

— — —

That girl is going to be the death me.

Devon threw a glance over his shoulder at the smoky figure standing in the shadows. Red eyes gleaming in the shadows narrowed sharply at his glance. He almost got whiplash turning back to his work.

That girl is going to kill me.

At least whatever she said to it didn’t result in Devon waking up with his limbs spread across the room. It just wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the demon summoner and she was supposed to be the blood mage. Yet she had the service of a haunter.

It is that damn Arachne. I know it.

She had been far too unstable before she ran off with Eva. It was getting to be a menace. If he didn’t need her, he would have banished and forgotten her long ago.

For a moment he wondered if being alone with Eva for a few months improved her personality at all. The haunter in the corner of his eye banished all such thoughts. This seemed like her idea of a joke.

He dropped the last notebook into his suitcase and double checked the workshop. Everything he needed was accounted for.

Devon turned to the haunter, keeping his gaze on the floor, and walked towards the shadows. Slowly. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shadow.

A claw gripped his arm. He suppressed a cry as his shoulder popped out of its socket. The claw tightened, puncturing his arm at no less than four points. This was such a bad idea, he thought as the floor dropped from below him.

He landed hard, hoping he hadn’t just injured his still tender leg. Devon stumbled forward not even half a step before his nose cracked against a wall.

The haunter released its grip and half spun Devon around in the pitch darkness.

“Thank you Ivonis, that will be all.” Eva’s voice came muffled through a wall.

Probably standing under the brightest floodlights possible.

Still, the demon’s presence vanished from Devon’s side.

“Are you insane, girl? Sending a haunter after me?”

His voice echoed strangely around him. He felt out the room to find it incredibly tiny. Only a few square feet of floor space and the entire room felt like cement except for one metal panel.

A small flap opened up in the metal panel, flooding the tiny room with light. A number of red eyes peeked through.

“He has already been paid in full,” Arachne said.

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t trust a traitor’s words.”

The red eyes narrowed. The flap slammed shut sending painful echoes through the tiny chamber.

The entire wall pulled away a moment later. Eva stood in the opening. “You’re being far too melodramatic, master.”

“Yes, well, let’s see how you react when you wake up to a damn haunter leering over your bed.”

“He did his job and you are,” her eyes flicked to the blood dripping down his arm, “mostly unharmed.”

Devon scoffed. “Mostly.” He slammed his arm against the wall, suppressing another cry. It wasn’t the first dislocated shoulder he’d had, and he doubted it would be the last. Unless she has worse ideas for sending me home.

“Well, if you would have shown up or simply sent a letter, we wouldn’t have to resort to these measures. Didn’t you read the note?”

“Note?” Devon thought for a moment. “That chicken scratch? Did you read it?”

Eva gave an uncertain glance towards a grinning Arachne. “No,” she said. “But there were pamphlets there too. That should have been plenty of information.”

“Yeah, plenty of information on how amazing this school your going to is. And then you just up and left me with a damn cat to heal me? I’m surprised you still call me master.”

“Arthfael did that as a personal favor. I hope you gave him plenty of fish.”

“Well,” Devon slumped slightly, “yeah. But at least he stuck with me.”

Eva shook her head. “I had a plane to catch. Maybe if you hadn’t hopped yourself up on potions, we could have had a proper discussion.” She put her hands on her hips. “If you have any more whining to do, perhaps you can do it after we’ve started the treatment. I’m disappointed it took so long to find you and am eager to get a move on.”

She turned and walked down the hall with Arachne hanging off her shoulder.

Devon frowned as he grabbed his equipment and followed. The girl was getting far too uppity. And far too excited about her treatments. She should be fearful or at least wary.

He supposed it was an improvement over the dead-inside little girl who started the experiments. It was too much in the opposite direction. And the way Arachne hung off her, she didn’t even react. Devon doubted it even entered her mind what Arachne was capable of doing. What she had done in the past.

And Arachne, fawning over the girl like a child over a stuffed animal. One of its fingers idly twirled a lock of the long black hair. That simple action disturbed Devon more than Eva’s reactions, or lack of reactions. Eva could be attributed to simple naivety or ignorance.

No. Arachne had something deeply wrong with it. If Devon didn’t know better, he might have mistaken it for some other magical creature. A scary looking fairy perhaps. Ever since Eva’s treatment got underway, the demon stuck to her side. It even called her ‘sister’ on occasion.

The group moved outside the tiny building. Several more buildings, much larger than the one they just exited, were arranged with connecting pathways. Dry, yellow grass filled the gaps between the buildings. A rough wall could be seen surrounding the entire place. The tiny cell block they had just been in combined with bars on every visible window let Devon know what kind of place he was in.

“How did you get the haunter on your side?”

Eva half turned with a bit of a wince. “There are fifty dead cows, buffalo, goats, horses, and sheep inside cell house two.”

“Forty-six,” Arachne corrected.

“Right. Ivonis left two sheep and two cows. It doesn’t smell very pleasant in there at the moment. We’re headed to the opposite end of the compound, so don’t worry about that.”

Devon didn’t like the sound of that. It was less morally reprehensible than five humans, he supposed, but if the animals had been stolen off a farm… fifty animals was a lot to lose no matter if they planned to eat or sell them. They might as well have just killed the farmer and his family. It’d be a quicker death than starving, in any case.

Eva brought the group to a stop outside a small gate set in a nicer looking wall.

“I’ll need a bit of your blood,” she said as she withdrew a dagger. She smiled. “Unless you want to experience my wards first hand.”

Devon held out his already injured arm without a word.

Eva frowned at the droplets of blood already dripping off his fingertips. “Arachne,” she said, “could you grab a few potions to handle these cuts?” She looked back to Devon and said, “I’ll still need to make a fresh cut with the dagger.”

Eva leaned close and drew a small orb of blood into the air. Devon grabbed her shoulder as soon as the demon had disappeared into the building titled ‘WOMENS WARD’.

“You trust that thing far too much,” Devon said. “It is not human and it is not your friend. Demons should be tools and nothing more.”

Eva blinked twice. “Do they teach you that in demonology school? I’ve found being polite and treating demons like people seems to work alright.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed, girl. And take seven years of experiments down the drain with you.”

“I’m so touched you are worried about my health, master. As for Arachne…” she trailed off for a moment, thinking. She shrugged. “I like her. She is surprisingly thoughtful at times, if a tad protective. Without her,” she waved a finger around the air, “none of this would be possible. She found this place, spent a month cleaning it up, and has generally been good help.”

Devon frowned and released Eva as the demon in question emerged from the building. It walked down the short path to the gate and handed Devon a light blue vial and a yellow vial.

Eva walked just inside the gate with the small orb of blood floating above her hand. She snapped her fingers and the blood marble vanished. “Alright,” she said, “you should be able to come in now. You’re not keyed into my room, so don’t try it.”

Despite grumbling at her use of the word ‘should,’ Devon walked through the gate. Nothing bad happened as he walked up the path to the single story building.

The main room had some nice looking chairs and tables shoved off to the side. In the center of the room, two old-fashioned looking barber chairs had been set up in the center of a partially drawn ritual circle.

Devon pulled his notebook and flipped to the page with a copy of the circle. He had the entire thing completely memorized, of course. But it always paid to be careful. He wasn’t about to risk all the time and effort he’d spent on Eva, not to mention the wrath he’d undoubtedly get from Arachne, on a malformed ritual circle. He pulled out a stick of chalk and set to work.

“So,” he said, thinking it was about time for more pleasant topics. Despite his chewing her out, he wasn’t unfond of the girl. “Have you been learning much at this school?”

“No,” came her quick reply. “School hasn’t actually started yet, so I still have hope.”

“It hasn’t started yet? Why did you leave so damn early?”

Eva shrugged. “‘To settle in and attend seminars’ were the reasons given to me. Settling in took less than a day and none of the seminars are designed for students that haven’t even had a year of schooling. Although the seminar with my advisor is at least interesting. It is basically combat training. My adviser is apparently a highly rated combatant. Speaking of,” she smiled a smile Devon didn’t much like, “she wants to meet with you.”

“You told her about me?”

“Didn’t have much option. I implied your name was Randolph Carter, so you don’t have to use Devon if you do meet her. She knew I was at the museum thanks to my runes and wanted to know what dangerous object we stole that had the nun’s habits in a bunch. I told her a phylactery that was destroyed and not to worry.”

Devon groaned. “Don’t even remind me.”

“How is your leg?”

“Better,” Devon snapped. And it was. Mostly.

That killed the conversation. Devon quietly finished the circle.

Eva already stripped down and took a seat in one of the chairs. Arachne took the other. He set to hooking the two up. Tubes connected various points on their bodies together. Magic kept them all going one way, from Arachne to Eva. He dropped a warded jar near Eva and attached a tube from her into it. She liked to keep the filtered human blood she shed for whatever blood magics she used.

Devon stripped and sat in a small circle within the larger ritual circle. Without even waiting to ask if they were ready, Devon let his magic flow.

Immediately the two subjects slumped in their chairs. Black blood flowed down the tubes from Arachne to Eva. A light pattering of bright red blood hitting the bottom of the warded jar filled the air.

Once the ritual began, Devon was no longer needed. He stood up, dressed, and moved to examine his research subjects.

He pulled one of Eva’s eyelids open and shone a light over her eyes. The wide pupils constricted immediately. Her pupils had developed tiny nubs at the top and bottom, and they were becoming less circular. No one would notice unless she got an eye exam, but in a few more months, maybe even by the time of her next treatment, people who paid close attention might start noticing. In a year’s time she wouldn’t be able to hide it without cosmetic contacts.

Though her irises might need contacts sooner. The red displaced the brown-hazel of her original eye color around the edges. Now that they’d crossed the half way point, the changes would only accelerate.

Devon flipped through the Subject Eva notebook. He made a detailed sketch of how her pupils looked while constricted along with some notes.

Devon set the notebook down and wrenched open her jaw. He ran a finger over her teeth. They were changing at a far slower rate. Her eyes were more of a side effect, the cells being replaced during normal body operations. The sharpening of her teeth was purely magic. They were already barely noticeable and hadn’t changed enough since their May session.

Her tongue might have been slightly elongated and thin, but that could just be her tongue. Unless more drastic changes happened, he’d note it as normal for a human.

Eva’s mouth was a healthy red and her saliva clear and smelled normal. He wasn’t about to taste it. Many demons had toxic saliva and he wasn’t about to take a chance. Of course, she could have developed separate venom glands, especially considering who the blood donor was, but there was no evidence of that.

Her skin color was normal. As was her hair, even at the roots. That was one of the things that surprised Devon the most. He expected some change, especially her skin, but it was the exact same as when she was six years old. Perhaps now that they’d crossed the fifty percent mark something would happen in the next few months or years.

Her muscles and body were developing well. She didn’t appear weak or fatigued earlier, though Devon made a note to ask about any strange feelings when the girl woke up.

All in all, Eva seemed healthy. Far healthier than expected, if Devon was being honest. His research had him laughed out of demonology circles for being too dangerous. Though they might have meant the result would be dangerous, not the process itself.

Her mental health seemed to be there as well. From their May treatment until she left early June, she acted consistent with her own behavior and not significantly different from a regular human her age, her experiences included. There would be a full examination after she awoke, of course. Based on how she acted between his arrival and the ritual, Devon didn’t expect much. Not unless Arachne had its claws in the girl deeper than he wanted.

Devon decided to stick around for a while. To check out this school and the environment his life’s work was being raised in. He wanted to do so over the rest of summer, he didn’t expect the girl to leave the day she told him about the school. Between his injury and the Elysium Sisters swarming around looking for him, Devon scarcely had a moment’s rest.

He moved to a seat in the corner of the room and organized his notes. There he’d wait until the magic within the ritual circle consumed itself and the treatment would finish.

At least there were no Elysium Sisters up here.

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A hard hand clamped itself around Eva’s mouth. Her eyes snapped open. She reached for the vial of Arachne’s blood hidden between the wall and her bed.

Her hand froze half way there as her brain registered the eight red eyes staring at her. A slim finger was placed vertically over Arachne’s lips.

Eva glared at the spider-demon as she withdrew her hand from Eva’s face.

“Eva, I–”

Eva slapped her own finger over Arachne’s mouth. She pointed to the window, then upwards, then at her sleeping roommate.

Arachne nodded and stepped towards the window.

Slipping out of bed, Eva quietly slipped into some clothes and grabbed her daily carry of a set of blood vials, her usual dagger, and her wand.

Whatever the demon’s reason for coming back now was, Eva wanted to be ready for anything. She showed up in Eva’s room, while her roommate was in it, in her human form. Eva felt angry at that, and that was before the fact that it had been nearly four weeks since Eva had even seen her contracted demon.

Ready, Eva moved to the window and grudgingly let the spider pick her up and carry her up the side of the building. Eva could have made it to the roof herself, but it would have taken several steps without a handy fire escape in sight.

When they got to the roof, Arachne turned on Eva and said, “I found a place I think you might like.”

“Arachne,” Eva said, “you’ve been gone almost a month. I thought you had run out on me.”

Arachne shifted where she stood. “I’d never.”

“We were contracted for less than a week. I thought that maybe you decided I wasn’t as great as you had hoped.”

“Nothing like that. There were just some things I had to take care of. And then I found this place but it wasn’t ready yet.”

“Things to take care of?” Eva crossed her arms. “Do I want to know?”

Eva did want to know. If only so she could deal with whatever fallout presented itself sooner rather than later. Most of her imagination revolved around blood and viscera dripping off of Arachne’s claws. She just hoped the owners of her imagined blood were people deserving of such a fate.

Then again, Arachne had felt different since their contract. Sure, she pulled out the throat of a nun after impaling her several times. The nun attacked first though. Yet the very next day, Eva expected to find a trail of dead people until one of them could point the spider-demon in Eva’s direction.

Instead there was a nearly panic-stricken spider almost crying tears of relief when Eva returned. Not that Eva thought Arachne had tear ducts; her face might resemble a human face, but Eva was pretty sure that resemblance was only skin deep, if that. Or carapace deep.

Perhaps the spider-woman’s viciousness could be attributed more to Devon. Eva knew it was on her master’s orders that Arachne had torn apart four grown men the night they met. It took Eva years to get over that image, even with the circumstances.

She was thankful now. Eva didn’t even want to imagine a version of that night without Arachne or her master.

Of course, his orders were just to kill, Eva was pretty sure. Arachne had taken it upon herself to rip the men to bits and slowly dismember the last man, laughing all the while.

Which made it all the more worrying that Arachne had been missing for a month.

“Arachne,” Eva said when the spider didn’t respond. “What were you up to?”

Arachne thrust her hand out. A short silver chain dangled from her open fingers. A black orb was inset in a silver binding attached to the chain.

If Arachne could blush, Eva imagined she would be bright red. Eva herself felt terrible for her earlier thoughts as she took the necklace from the demon.

The orb itself seemed to absorb all light. Eva could scarcely tell it was a sphere and not a disk without touching it. As she rolled it over in her fingers, a glint of light caught her eye. She turned the orb over and gasped.

Hair thin strands of spider silk weaved around the inside of the orb. The intricate web was not a flat spider web. It stretched in all directions, seemingly further than the edges of the small orb, though that might just be a trick of the light absorbing material. The entire web revolved slowly behind the viewing window, giving ample view of all angles.

“This–” Eva cut herself off. She didn’t have any proper words for this.

“A gift,” Arachne said. “I never gave you one, and when you got that skull from the hel,” she half growled out the word, “I decided that was a mistake.”

“If you giving a gift earlier meant I wouldn’t get to see this, I’m glad you waited.”

If Arachne could blush… Eva thought again.

“There’s one more thing,” Arachne said as Eva attached the silver chain behind her neck.

“Oh yes, you said you found a place. Where’s it at?”

“Probably best if I carry you. It is out of the way.”

“Sounds like an excuse.” But Eva didn’t protest as the spider-woman put her arms around her.

Arachne picked Eva up and leapt from the roof. They roof hopped until the city ran out of roofs to hop on. Arachne hit the ground and sprinted full tilt.

Sagebrush and craggy rocks passed by them as they left the outskirts of the town. Arachne carried Eva up hills and down hills without slowing in the slightest.

Eva had yet to purchase a watch, but Arachne had to have carried her for at least an hour. She started to cramp up in Arachne’s arms. She was about to ask for a break to stretch her legs when they crested the top of a hill.

Eva could see their destination.

It looked like a castle. High walls completely enclosed what looked like several buildings poking out over the top. Turrets rose higher at each of the four corners and a few places between.

As Arachne ran closer, Eva could see the bricks of the walls and several of the buildings. They jutted out at odd places and had very rough texture. The main gate had light blue bars in a dual gate system with a long tunnel between. Eva doubted it was possible to open both at the same time.

An idea began to form in Eva’s mind about just what this place was, but she still had to ask. “Where are we?”

Arachne grinned with her sharp teeth bared in full. She jumped straight to the top of the wall and dropped down on the other side. She set Eva down and led her by the hand to the nearest building.

Another two sets of iron-barred gates awaited them inside. Unlike the gate on the walls, these looked to be opened by hand rather than a contraption. Arachne stepped forward and opened the gate, giving a slight bow as Eva walked past. A resounding clang echoed through the building as she shut the gate behind her.

Through the second gate, Eva could see the main room.

The building was three stories tall and all could be seen from the room. Bright light flooded in through tall, thin and barred windows on her left. They ran from the floor to the ceiling.

On Eva’s right were rows and rows of iron bars. They may have been painted white at one time, but many spots had worn off leaving red rust visible. Eva walked up to the nearest one. As expected, a small room maybe eight feet deep and five feet wide lay behind the bars. Two cots, equally rusted, hung off one wall by two chains attached to the outside corners, one on top of the other.

Eva walked down to the end of the hall. Every cell was the same, some in better condition than others. Halfway down the hall a single pipe stuck out from the wall just higher than an above average human. A rusted and worn plaque read ‘shower’ hung from the top.

There were twelve cells on the bottom floor and with three stories, that meant thirty-six cells. Two bunks each was seventy-two inmates. Eva winced. If that single pipe was for all of them, this hall probably spent most of its time smelling very foul.

She spun around and looked at Arachne. The spider-woman slowly walked behind Eva, keeping a fair distance between them. “It’s a prison,” Eva said.

“Yeah,” Arachne said quietly. She was obviously worried, keeping her distance and fidgeting. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Its wonderful.” And Eva meant it. “There were six or seven other buildings out there, what’s in them?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Arachne half skipped up to Eva and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

They went on a short tour of the prison. There were two other buildings that held as many or more cells than the initial building. A third looked completely burnt out, the walls and bars were mostly intact, but the ceiling was completely missing and several cells had blackened walls.

The buildings weren’t built all at the same time. Some had the rough, light sandstone color as the first building. Others were more modern, with smoother walls and nicer looking windows.

There were more, newer, cell buildings. One had an addition to it. Behind some thick glass was a simple, mostly empty room. A thick ring hung from the ceiling above a metal square in the floor. A lever lay just to the side of the square. Even without the noose hanging from the ring, it was obvious what the room was for.

Arachne offhandedly mentioned that the trap door still worked.

An enormous building lay back against one wall. Arachne walked Eva right past it without a second glance. Eva peeked in one of the windows on their way past. It was full of all kinds of machinery that would have looked out of date fifty years ago. At least in the section Eva saw.

Another building, titled ‘Dining Hall’ by a faded sign out front, was missing its ceiling, floor, and several walls if the blackened brickwork was anything to go by.

“The reason the place was abandoned, I’d say. Well, the fire and the age.” She wrapped a fist against a brick wall, causing bits to turn to powder. “I saw a sign on the building outside the wall that said 1852.”

Eva tested her own fist against the same brick wall. Nothing happened. “Well, with a little work, this place will be perfect.”

“Ah.” Arachne smiled again. “We haven’t finished the tour yet.”

They passed a full on basketball court on their way to the smallest building on the property.

Large red words reading ‘NO LOAFING THIS AREA’ were painted on the outside. Inside, the cells doors were solid sheets of metal with the exception of a single flap. Heavy metal pins held the solid flap over the doors. The cells themselves were about six feet by two feet.

They were empty. No beds, no seats, no plumbing even though the building looked far newer than several of the other buildings. And no windows. A single hole in the ceiling smaller than Eva’s fist was the only light to the outside world and it was covered by a metal grate that might be big enough to fit a few grains of sand through.

“If we ever have ‘guests’ over,” she said with air quotes, “I volunteer to ‘guard’ them here.”

“If we ever have ‘guests’ deserving of a stay inside one of these then you can do whatever you want.”

“One last stop on our tour,” Arachne said after she ceased quivering from excitement.

Past an overgrown rose garden was another wall. It was the same height as the outer wall but built of far more modern looking white-gray bricks. Inside was a single path surrounded on either side by grass and brush. It led to a single story building made of the same white-gray bricks.

A sign carved into the stone just above the door read ‘1956 WOMENS WARD’.

Inside were eight cells around a large common room. Eva peeked inside the first cell. Two cots rested on opposite walls of a far more spacious cell than in the main prison areas. Back in the common room, Eva moved towards a large wooden table and chairs in the center of the floor.

The odd thing about the table was that it looked new. Straight off a show room floor kind of new. The chairs around it were of the same style and looked far too comfortable for any prison.

Eva spared a sidelong glance at a widely grinning Arachne. The spider-woman nudged her head towards one of the opened cell doors.

The cell was less of a cell and far more of a proper room. Two walls had been knocked down to join up three adjacent cells. A fancy queen sized bed lay between two windows. Fresh sheets and pillows had been made on top. A large wooden dresser sat against one wall. Next to the bed was a small end table made of matching wood.

Eva realized she hadn’t seen a single speck of dust since entering the women’s ward. The only real problem she could see was that the windows were boarded up.

“It’s beautiful,” Eva said. “You spent all month cleaning all this up?”

Arachne nodded, grin spread full across her face as she took a seat on the bed.

“If this place had a shower, it would be better than my old place.” Eva almost meant that. The abandoned retirement home still held a special place in her heart.

“Oh, it has a shower alright. It has a full kitchen as well, though nothing inside works. I didn’t replace any of the rusted and abandoned appliances like I did in here.”

“I don’t think I want to know where you got the bed and stuff from, so I’m going to not ask you and pretend you asked a passing dryad to shape some wood you had.”

Arachne shrugged. “There is also an office type room that was probably used by the guards for this place. I figure that you could use the office to remake your summoning room. Unless, of course, you want to use one of the other buildings. You can use runes to get the showers operational at least, if not the kitchen. Put up some blood wards and we’ve got a new home.”

Eva shook her head. She didn’t want to rain on the spider-demon’s parade. “This place is amazing and I’m sure we will get a lot of use out of it. But, for now at least, I’ll be living at the dorms.” Before Arachne could object, Eva quickly said, “this place is too far out of the way to return every night and leave every morning. What we need to do is find fast magical transportation. Something you could use as well. Maybe I can get Zoe Baxter to teach me her method of teleporting.”

Arachne’s grin slipped, but she nodded. “There’s always infernal walk,” she said.

Eva shifted a bit. “I’m not sure that I am too keen on walking through Hell to go home.”

“You’d really not notice it. There would be a few seconds of heat and maybe a bit of discomfort. Then you’re there. Though,” she said with a bit of a frown, “you might not be ready for another few months. Speaking of, has Devon contacted you?”

Eva shook her head. It was already early July and not a peep from her master. “I’m beginning to get worried. If he doesn’t show up by mid August…”

“I am always ready to donate blood.”

“As much as I appreciate that, without the ritual I doubt I’d survive an infusion. I have no idea how to draw the circle let alone have someone else to manage it while I go under.”

Arachne growled. A low, venomous, almost murderous growl. “I’ll track him down.”

“No. If you’re gone and he does show up, that could be even worse.”

“We’ll send another demon after him then. And we’ll make sure it is a very fun one, like me.”

Eva half chuckled at that. “We’ll do that tomorrow then. For now let’s–”

“Sleep here?” Arachne almost pleaded. “It’s nice to not be a tiny spider all the time, even if I do get to stick to you.”

Eva smiled. “Alright. We do need to return tomorrow, but we can spend the night here.”

Withdrawing her usual dagger, Eva slid it across her arm. She pulled at a thin strand of blood and began twisting it into a circle filled with intricate designs. Eva frowned as she worked. The wards in the abandoned hospital were done years ago when Eva first found the place. Back then her blood was far more human than today. Magic considered her current blood impure.

And it was as impure as it would get, hopefully. Further treatments should tip the scales back towards pure. Eva looked forward to when the treatments were complete. Not only should her blood be considered perfectly pure by whatever magics governed such things, but it would be powerful. As powerful as a fresh batch of Arachne’s blood.

Once satisfied with the design in front of her, Eva turned to the still seated Arachne. “Arm, please.”

Arachne held out a chitinous arm. She used her other clawed hand to slice straight into the armored exoskeleton. Eva lightly tapped the crystal edge of her dagger against the blood leaking over the black armor. Tapping too hard might have cracked the crystal, the dagger was not designed for even the lightest of combat.

Eva pulled a droplet of demon blood and placed it within the floating blood circle. “Not the full suite of protections, but should keep things who aren’t us out. Though I doubt we have much to worry about out here. Mostly wildlife.”

Eva walked over to the only bed in the room and took a seat, kicking her shoes off. Ignoring the spider-woman as she healed her arm, Eva said, “so, where is your bed?”

The panicked look that crossed Arachne’s face nearly sent Eva into a fit of laughter. “I– That’s–”

Eva set her clothes on the bedside table. The floor might look clean, but Eva wasn’t ready to test it just yet. A large rug, at least for this room, might be a nice addition. The cold stone floor didn’t look all that inviting.

Arachne had stood up and was looking about ready to lie down on that floor beside the bed when Eva took pity on the poor spider.

“Alright Arachne, it was just a joke. But,” Eva said with a single finger in the air, “I want your feet cleaned off before you climb under these sheets.”

The spider half ran from the room without another word. She returned a second later with a fluffy white towel. She made a show of sitting on the bed and rubbing down both of her feet. She flung the towel onto the dresser and snaked under the covers.

Eva made note of Arachne keeping away from her. Even when Eva brushed her arm to the side, the spider-demon wiggled away, keeping at least an inch between them. It was weird. The last time they had been in bed together, the spider-woman had completely latched onto her for the entire night. Of course, she was a tarantula at the time. Yet even earlier in the day, Arachne had carried her, took her by the hand, had an arm over her shoulder, and far more physical contact.

After five minutes of Arachne fleeing the second Eva made the slightest motion, Eva sighed. “It is fine, Arachne. You’re not going to kill me if you touch me.”

There was a moment where nothing happened.

Then, Arachne took her words as an invitation. A hard chitinous arm slid itself underneath Eva’s back until Arachne’s hand was at Eva’s far shoulder. Another arm slid over Eva’s breasts until it reached Arachne’s other hand. Long fingers gripped her shoulder and hugged her right into the spider-woman’s chest.

All motion ceased. Like a machine had been turned off. Except machines didn’t breathe into Eva’s ear. She turned her head slightly to find eight glowing red eyes and too many sharp white teeth twisted into a grin.

Eva straightened her neck out and went back to gazing at the ceiling. She actually could kill me with a touch, Eva thought. Not that she thought Arachne would kill her. It was good to remind herself sometimes that the creature next to her who had Eva in a kind and protective embrace was a demon and had killed countless people.

Then again. I probably share more blood with her than either one of my birth parents at this point. We are ‘sisters’ after all.

Eva fondled the small, black orb between her chest. She allowed herself to lean into the embrace, just slightly.

And like that they stayed until Eva passed into a deep sleep.

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