Harruq stood atop the highest balcony of the castle, watching the shadows of angels fly over the city. To the people sleeping below, he was their ruler, their king in Antonil’s absence. But to the men with wings flying above? Nothing. He was nothing, and never before had he felt so powerless. An hour ago he’d used a scepter, the only one that had shone the entire night. He wondered how freely that blue-white light would glow anymore. That his request had gone unanswered failed to surprise him. It only deepened his sadness.
The sound of wings reached his ears, and he glanced upward. It seemed his request hadn’t been ignored after all. Harruq said nothing as Ahaesarus landed beside him on the balcony. The leader of the angels kept quiet, joining the half-orc in leaning against the railing that overlooked the city. For a long moment the silence stretched between them as Harruq tried to think of what to say.
“How many?” he asked at last. “How many in Mordeina alone?”
Ahaesarus’s face remained still as a stone, and his eyes refused to look Harruq’s way.
“Just shy of two hundred.”
Two hundred. Two hundred men executed in the dark of night. Harruq felt his lower jaw tremble.
“Why didn’t you stop this?” he asked. “You’re their leader. If you gave the order, they’d have listened.”
“Not all,” Ahaesarus said quietly. “The matter was put to a council, and two-thirds voted in agreement. The priests assure me there is no sin in what we do. Mankind was meant to follow the law, and the death of murderers has long been acceptable justice.”
“Acceptable?” Harruq shook his head. “You’re kidding me, right? You want to call this…this…acceptable?”
He pointed to the city, jamming his finger into the air.
“You think they will call this acceptable?” he asked. “You’re supposed to be our protectors. You’re supposed to be our guides. Now you’re nothing but terrors in the night! Now you’re just the men swinging the swords.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Ahaesarus snapped. He smashed a fist against the railing, leaving a massive crack in the stone. “But what am I to do, Harruq? We are men, different yes, but as fallible as you. We’ve been left to govern ourselves. We must find a way to live among mankind, to co-exist so that Ashhur’s love may be known to all. Your people wanted this. My angels wanted this. The scribes wrote the letters of law, the priests confirmed their righteousness, and all I’m left with is a hole in my stomach as I watch good men die.”
Harruq was stunned by the outburst. He fell silent, trying to think over his words. He’d always viewed Ahaesarus as the unquestioned ruler of the angels, but now he wasn’t so sure. In times of war, he’d been their leader, the one to decide all final tactics. Was he like so many others, left to find a new purpose now that the enemies were gone? If Ahaesarus was struggling, then surely every other angel struggled just the same.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” Ahaesarus said, his voice growing soft, wistful. “Many of us watched over mankind when their race was first molded by the gods’ hands. We protected them, healed them so they might flourish. We were their wardens, trusted, respected. The land was so peaceful then, so free of strife. That was before the brother gods warred. Before that innocence was lost forever.”
The angel looked to Avlimar.
“The finest memory I have now is of us returning here. When you knelt on that battlefield, the entire heavens watched, Harruq. Even in eternity, the land rumbled from the impact of your faith. Celestia saw it, too, saw a chance to save this world from the desolation the war god would leave it in. The sky split before us, and suddenly I found myself with a chance to be a warden for mankind once more. We slew the demons, cast them down with so righteous a fury I can still feel the power coursing through me. What better way could we protect mankind? How clearer might we fight the darkness than by giving our newly granted lives to save those we loved? And when Thulos was defeated, when the war ended and peace took its place, I thought things might return to that long lost paradise. We would be wardens again, and we would bring Ashhur’s love to a land that had been aching without it for centuries.”
“You want to return us to paradise?” Harruq asked. “Tell me, how many men did you kill in paradise?”
Ahaesarus shook his head.
“It’s not that easy, Harruq. Do you know how many men committed murder during those ninety years? Not a one. It seems paradise is lost to both of us, and I don’t know what it is we create in its place.”
The shadowed angels scattered, and Harruq saw more and more flying out from the city, including a large group traveling south.
“My brother,” Harruq began.
“I know,” Ahaesarus said. “Trust me. I know.”
“I’m glad you know,” Harruq said, forcing his temper down. For once, he had to think. For once, he had to be the one with wisdom. “But knowing isn’t enough. What will you do about it, other than standing beside me and wishing for times that won’t return? The law doesn’t make this right. You know that, deep down you know that. So do something. Anything.”
He let out a deep breath.
“Because if you don’t,” he said. “I will. There’s so much you angels can do for us, but trust me, we’re quite capable of killing ourselves on our own.”
Harruq left the leader of the angels there, exiting the balcony through the single wooden door. Just within the entrance he paused, listening until he heard the sound of wings taking flight. With Ahaesarus gone, Harruq let out a sigh and prayed he’d said the right thing. His stomach felt like a rock when he thought of what the next day would bring. There’d be petitioners, of course, people demanding an explanation. What would he tell them? Was his heart calloused enough to sit there on the throne and tell them they only received what they asked for?
Turning the corner, he startled to find Kevin Maryll leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Harruq saw the smile on his face, the smugness, and knew the man had heard every word.
“What do you want?” Harruq asked.
Kevin shrugged.
“It seems unfair to say. I’ve already had so many wishes granted today.”
It was too much. Harruq snapped, grabbed the lord by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the stone wall.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his face inches away from Kevin’s. “Is this what you’ve worked so hard for? I hope you’re happy, you madman.”
“I’m ecstatic,” Kevin said through clenched teeth.
“People are dying, and you’re ecstatic?” Harruq felt an intense desire to draw his sword. To stop himself, he instead struck Kevin’s cheek with his fist. Kevin didn’t even let out a cry despite the blood that dripped from his lips.
“Hit me again,” Kevin said, his voice like ice. “Act like the thug I know you are. You were born scum, Harruq, a homeless thief with a whore for a mother and a dead elf for a father. Everyone knows the story. It’s sadly a rare few of us who actually listen.”
“You have no idea what I’ve suffered through,” Harruq said.
“And I don’t care! You rule, not me, so it’s time you looked out that balcony and accepted the truth.”
Kevin grabbed Harruq’s armor, yanked him closer. His eyes filled his vision, wide with fury, hard with certainty.
“Those angels don’t care about us. They can preach mercy and love until their wings fall off, but that’s not how they see us. We’re just cattle to them! Look how easily they turned. Look how easily they butcher us, so long as they feel their priests can justify it. We wanted a greater stake in our fates, and in answer they slaughter hundreds.”
Harruq shoved him against the wall a second time, then stepped away.
“You’re wrong,” he said.
“Am I?” Kevin spat blood onto the carpet. “Angels fly to Ker for your brother, did you know that? I suspect you do. His name came up in the council during its final minutes. Do you know what they called him, your precious, reformed brother? ‘An acceptable loss.’ This is a hard lesson, Harruq, perhaps the hardest lesson of all. The nation you rule is headed for war. It’s one we’ll win, of course, but thousands will die. So accept the silver lining. The people of Dezrel will finally see the angels for what they truly are: superior savages that would lord over us all. A hard lesson, learned in blood.”