“Maybe that’s your vampire half talking. After all, the night-true night-is a vampire’s natural environment. Still, I know what you mean.”
“I wish there was sound to go with the image,” she said wistfully. “Birds singing…” She turned to me. “Do birds sing at night?”
I smiled. “Sometimes.”
Devona turned back to the mirror. “Good. Birds singing, leaves rustling in the wind…”
Horns honking, brakes squealing, people shouting…but I decided not to mention these things just then. Why spoil the moment for her?
Devona took my hand and we stood silently and drank in the night.
Once the Renewal Ceremony had been completed and Umbriel was recharged for another year, Dis resurrected me-for the second time-and took me to Gregor’s. Varvara offered to take Devona back to Demon’s Roost while Dis and I dealt with the giant insect. Exactly how Dis and I traveled, I couldn’t tell you. One moment we were in the Nightspire, the next we were standing on a street in the Boneyard. I guess when you’re a god you can go wherever you want, whenever you want. When Lazlo later dropped me off at Demon’s Roost, I figured I’d find Devona up in Var-vara’s penthouse. I’d hoped she wouldn’t be standing in front of Varvara’s mirror when I walked in, but I wasn’t surprised to find her there.
After a time, Devona said, “At first it devastated me when Father fired me and cast me out of the Bloodborn. But now I see that Father never cared for me. A creature like him is incapable of feelings like love, tenderness, forgiveness…I failed in my duty, and I had to be punished. It was as simple as that to him. Never mind that I served him for well on thirty years. That’s only the blink of an eye to a being like him.” She turned back to face the mirror. “Thirty years…” She shook her head as if to clear it before going on. “But I’ve decided to view my excommunication as an opportunity. I’ve spent all my life in Nekropolis, most of it cloistered within the Cathedral, tending a collection of someone else’s half-forgotten memories. It’s time I created some memories of my own.”
“I think that would be a very good thing.” I paused and tried to sound nonchalant when I asked, “Any thoughts about how you might start?”
“I’m not sure. While I can’t return to the Cathedral, I’m not entirely banned from Gothtown-though I doubt I’ll ever be very welcome there.” She smiled sadly. “I suppose I could try to find work in one of the museums on the Avenue of Dread Wonders. I have the right experience, though I worry the work might be too much like tending Father’s Collection. I’d just be trading one dusty old cage for another.”
With her free hand, Devona brushed her fingers against the mirror’s glass. She continued to hold onto my hand with the other.
“I suppose I could explore the other half of my heritage…get to know my mother’s world, the world I was born into. I…spoke with Varvara while you were gone. I told her I was thinking about visiting Earth for a while, and she gave me the names of some of her people there who could help me get settled. She even gave me some Earth money.”
If my heart had been beating it would’ve seized up in my chest at Devona’s words.
She turned to face me then. “What do you think, Matt? Do you have any suggestions about what I should do?”
I knew by the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice what she wanted me to say: I love you. Please don’t go. I knew it was crazy-Devona and I had met only yesterday-but the psychic link we’d shared in the Wyldwood had connected us on such a profound level that it was like we’d known each other all our lives. Maybe it shouldn’t have made sense, but this was Nekropolis: nonsensical things happen here every day and twice on Sundays. The truth was that I did love Devona, more deeply and completely than I’d ever loved anyone before.
“I think you should go to Earth,” I said.
A look of shocked disappointment spread across her face. She let go of my hand and took a step away from me. I hurried on before she could speak again.
“Earth is as much your birthright as Nekropolis. Maybe the new life you’re looking for isn’t here-it’s there.” I gestured toward mirror. “There’s only one way you’re ever going to find out, and that’s to step through and see for yourself what’s waiting for you on the other side.”
Devona looked at me for a long moment, searching my eyes, trying to gauge my emotions. But my eyes are as dead as the rest of me, and they won’t reveal anything I don’t want them to.
When she spoke again, her tone was slightly reserved, the way it had been when we first met. “Maybe you’re right.”
Devona leaned forward as if she wanted to kiss me, but I held back. I couldn’t bear the thought of her soft living lips touching my dead ones right then. Besides, no mere physical contact could ever compare to the link we’d experienced in the Wyldwood. After a moment she pulled away.
“You take care of yourself, Matthew Richter.” Crimson tears welled in the corners of her eyes, and she fought to hold them back. If I’d been physically capable of crying…but I wasn’t.
“You too.”
She gave me a last long look before turning and walking toward the mirror.
I almost said it then: Don’t go. Stay with me. But I gritted my teeth and held the words back.
And then she stepped through the glass and was gone. I wanted to watch her walk through the park a while, wanted to see her initial reactions to physically being on Earth for the first time since she’d been a baby. But as soon as she was through, the portal became a simple mirror again, and I was left staring at my graytainted face. I’d expected my expression to be completely emotionless, but the man I saw gazing sadly back at me from the mirror looked as if his undead heart was breaking.
“I thought it best if the portal closed as soon as she passed through.”
I turned to see Varvara sitting on the edge of her bed. The Demon Queen was dressed in a skimpy red silk gown with a Chinese dragon embroidered in gold encircling the waist, its tail-which served as the robe’s belt-clutched in its mouth.
“I should have known you couldn’t pass up spying on us,” I said bitterly. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”
“I just teleported in this very moment, Matthew. I placed a spell on the mirror to let me know when Devona had gone through. I assure you, I know nothing of what occurred between the two of you-but I can guess. Noble idiot that you are, you let her go, didn’t you?”
“She was born on Earth, Varvara. She deserves a chance to get to know her homeworld.”
“You could’ve gone with her.”
“It wouldn’t have worked. I’d still need preservative spells.”
“You could always come back to get them.”
“Magic doesn’t function as reliably on Earth as it does in Nekropolis, you know that. There’s no telling how long a preservative spell would last for me there. I might decompose after only a few hours.”
“Or you might not. You might be just fine. But that’s not the real reason you didn’t go with her, Matt, is it?”
“You may have been away from Earth for a few centuries, Varvara, but I bet you haven’t forgotten what it’s like. It’s so much more than Nekropolis…Devona will have more opportunities, more chances, more choices than she ever could have here-especially since Galm made her an outcast among the Bloodborn. How could I deny her that?”
Varvara rose from her bed, walked over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. For an instant, I felt her lips on my flesh just as if I’d been a living man, but the sensation quickly faded.
“I still say you’re an idiot, Matt, but alive or not, you’re a good man.” She smiled, and the embroidered dragon around her waist winked. Her manner grew serious. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Of course. I’m a zombie; I don’t have any feelings, remember?”
“Right. I forgot.”
I knew Varvara didn’t believe it, and for the first time in a long time, neither did I.