front of her were five arched doorways with corridors like the fingers of a splayed hand. Tapestries hung on the walls, depicting various acts of depravity, their shock value immediately shamed by the even more gruesome images captured in the stained glass of the long windows that sliced through the wall above.
It was cold here. The sweat that had layered her body in the Miami heat was now making her shiver. Her breath crystallised in small clouds. She thought she was alone until she heard the giggle.
Someone was standing in the dark area between the doorways. Lurking.
“Hello?” she called. Her voice didn’t sound like her own. It sounded like the voice of a scared child. “I … I see you. I can see you. Hello?”
The shape didn’t move.
From somewhere, from elsewhere, came the sound of screaming, a chorus of pain carried to her on the wind. It was gone almost before it had registered.
“Hello,” said the shape.
It came forward, into the light. Tall and thin, a genderless thing, wearing a patchwork robe that may have been a gown. Heavy make-up, black and badly applied, rimmed its eyes, while its thin mouth was smeared with red lipstick. The foundation it used covered the entirety of its bald head in a thick grey-white that may have been ash.
“Are you the Shining Demon?” asked Amber.
The curious thing gave a high-pitched titter, covering its mouth with long-fingered hands.
“No, no, no,” it said in its curious voice. “No, no. But he knows you’re here.”
“Where am I?”
Another titter. “In his castle.”
“Is this hell?”
“To some. What’s your name?”
“Amber.”
“Hi, Amber. I’m Fool.”
“Hi, Fool.”
“Do you want to play with me?” Fool asked. “I know lots of games. Do you want to play Who Can Scream the Loudest? I’m very good at that. Or maybe Who Can Bleed the Most? I bet you’d win. I’ll give you a head start, if you’d like.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Step out of the circle, Amber.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” said Fool, moving closer. “Step out of the circle.”
Fool smiled. Its teeth were small shards of coloured glass sticking out from bloody gums.
It turned its head suddenly, its eyes narrowing. From one of the corridors came a glow.
“He’s here,” Fool whispered, and without giving Amber another glance it sprinted from the room.
Amber fought the urge to run, even though every instinct in her body was screaming at her. She watched as the glow got brighter, then turned, lowering her head while her hands shielded her eyes. The room was suddenly lit up. From behind her, the light tread of bare feet.
“You seek an audience with me,” came a voice. Male. Hushed.
“Yes,” she croaked out, closing her eyes. “I’m … I …”
“I know who you are, child. I know why you’re here. You seek protection from those who would harm you.”
She nodded. Her mouth was so, so dry. “My parents. And their friends.”
“I know them, too,” the Shining Demon said. “So eager. So ruthless.” His brightness soaked through her eyelids. It hurt. “You are the first to have escaped their platter. The first to find your way to me.”
“I need your help.”
“But of course,” said the Shining Demon, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “I am the only one who could possibly help you. I am your only hope, am I not? Come, Amber, let me show you my castle.”
“I … I was told to stay in the circle.”
“Mmmm. Yes. Wise, I suppose.”
“Where are we?” she asked. “Is this hell?”
“Questions, questions,” said the Shining Demon. “Such an inquisitive species, the living. The dead have no need for questions. The dead are quite content in their gentle ignorance.” He was walking now, circling the circle in which she stood. Amber didn’t speak. She had the feeling he wasn’t finished.
“This is his kingdom,” the Shining Demon continued. “The one known by many names. My dark and terrible master.”
“The Blood-dimmed King,” Amber said.
“One of his names, yes,” said the Shining Demon. “This is his kingdom, but we are in my castle. You are my guest, Amber. I assure you, no harm will befall you if you take one simple step …”
She turned away from the sound of his voice. “I’m … I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m just here to make a deal.”
Silence. And then, “Pity.”
She licked the dryness from her lips. “Can you help me? Can you take back the power you gave them?”
The Shining Demon came to a stop somewhere to her left. “Your parents, their friends, they have ideas above their station. Ambitions. Some might say blasphemies. But a deal is a deal – I cannot break my part any more than they can break theirs. I cannot take back their power, or alter the terms of the bargain I made with them. But there may still be a way for me to help you. What are you willing to give in return?”
She swallowed. “There’s someone you made a deal with, years ago. He cheated you.”
“Nobody cheats me, child.”
“This one did. You gave him what he wanted and then he ran. He never held up his end of the bargain. Do you remember him?”
The Shining Demon paused for a moment. “I know the one you speak of.”
“I can find him. I can find him for you.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“No, but I can find out. I think I can find out.”
“Interesting,” he said.
“Do we have a deal?”
“If you do find him, Amber, then we will talk of deals.” Bare feet on stone. He was walking away.
“No,” she said.
A sound, like the sharp intake of breath, whistled through the room.
“No?” he
