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  ‘Are they photographable?’ Gray asked.

  He sounded excited.

  ‘Put an address on that damn camera though, so they can mail it back after they find it. I give up,’ Maya spoke, and taking out a bottle from her bag, took a drink of water.

  Adri looked outside the window and saw a wall-mounted light zoom by. Then another. The train was slowing down. The Old City was coming, and with it a whole lot of accompanying emotions that crowded his mind.

  It wasn’t just the journey ahead that was bothering Adri. His apprehension was about dawn, and Death’s promise to hunt him down in a few hours after sunrise. Wherever he was. He could not outrun the Horseman, certainly not in Old Kolkata. No, his life now lay in the undependable hands of a Fallen. A dark smirk edged up Adri’s lips. His situation could be laughed at, and if it weren’t happening to him, he would have certainly laughed his innards out. Life, it seemed, had a very twisted sense of humour. A joke perhaps, one he was struggling to live through. One thing he was still sure about, though—his companions could not know about his personal agendas. He needed them just long enough to get the Angel’s blood. Nothing more. That done, he could make arrangements for their safe return. Perhaps the Angel himself would do that. They were his earth siblings, after all. Who knew?

  Right now it was too early to think about the future. Right now, he needed to survive the dawn. And he needed the Fallen to be there, at the station, with some miracle. Adri looked down and realised his hands were shaking.

  The train lost speed as it neared its destination. If anyone bothered to stick their heads out of the window and check, the station would initially appear in the distance as a dull speck of light, growing larger. The three of them gathered their things, waiting. Adri seemed tense to the other two, and they kept the silence brewing in return. When the train finally slowed to a halt, they made their way out into the platform’s flickering light.

  The platform was desolate. Lonesome figures made their way out of the train, shuffling towards the exits. The engine shut down, rendering the whole atmosphere silent. Maya looked around. Dirt, filth, newspapers, garbage, plastic bags, leftovers of things old, all strewn around. Abandonment. The walls old, the plants creeping through brick. There were no electrical lights; a series of ancient torches instead, flickering fire along the crumbling walls, casting light and strange shadows over the dead train and the dark tunnel beyond. The place seemed unbidden, forgotten, and for someone who had grown up in the neatness of New Kolkata, a very cold welcome indeed.

  Gray did not waste too much time looking about. Fumbling around in his backpack, he withdrew his camera and busied himself. Maya looked at Adri, he was stationary, looking at something carefully, but not at the surroundings—no, Adri had definitely been here before. He was peering at a group of homeless people huddled together in a far off corner of the platform, paying absolutely no attention to the three of them. Maya had seen such people before. She wondered what Adri was looking for.

  She found out soon enough, but not before Gray caught the attention of the entire group of homeless with a blinding flash from his camera. Instant apologies about how it had gone off by mistake did not please Adri. Just as the young Tantric was beginning to worry, a figure detached itself from the shadows of one of the exits and began walking silently towards them. It wore a dark blue hooded jacket, face hidden beneath the hood. Adri was more than relieved to see the Fallen approach them.

  ‘You guys are really good at maintaining a low profile. Camera flashes attract witches faster than blood,’ Aurcoe spoke smoothly.

  Adri turned to the other two. ‘I have to talk to him for a minute,’ he said and holding the Fallen’s shoulder, led him away.

  ‘Real funny, Aurcoe. The information about Gray Ghosh slipping your mind,’ he snarled.

  Aurcoe’s eyes glowed a light blue in the darkness of his hood, and there was a ghost of a smile on his face. ‘C’mon, Sen, I don’t see you complaining. You now have two chances at that Angel instead.’

  ‘I bet you’re really happy about it.’

  ‘Only if you can get the blood. If you fail, our deal is off and your story has a short ending.’

  ‘I know what I’m up against,’ Adri said.

  ‘No you don’t, Sen,’ Aurcoe smiled slyly. ‘You have no clue what you’re up against, but I’m going to find that out for you. If.’

  Adri felt anger quickly take over his sense of relief. His mistrust of the creature was rearing its head again, but he couldn’t let that make the decisions for him.

  ‘I’m on your side. Relax, Sen,’ Aurcoe spoke, lowering his voice. ‘I’ve got something for you, something that will save your behind.’ The Fallen reached into his pocket, withdrew something, and handed it over.

  Adri looked at it and drew in a sharp breath. It was an amulet, a pendant—a small pentacle carved out of what appeared to be silver—hanging from a thin silver chain. A piece of beautiful craftsmanship, extremely fine, exquisite work, miniscule writing inscribed all over it. Adri turned it over in his hands, studying it, not able to believe his eyes. ‘Is this—’

  ‘Ai’n Duisht? Yes, it is.’

  ‘The Pentacle of the Crescent Moon,’ Adri whispered. He tried reading the inscriptions, squinting in the dim light.

  ‘It’s real, you don’t need to check,’ the Fallen snapped.

  Adri looked up at him. ‘How does it work?’

  ‘It’s an artefact of the moon, so it’ll shield you, but it can only shield you from the gaze; wear it, and the Horseman won’t be able to find you. If he’s close enough he can sense you though, so don’t go dancing naked in front of Death. It does not grant you invisibility, it merely shields your aura.’

  ‘How did you get this?’

  ‘No, no, no, Sen, you got it wrong. This is where you’re supposed to say thanks.’

  ‘How is the Ai’nDuisht with you?’

  ‘Look, I don’t ask you where you get your stuff from—’

  ‘You know everything there is to know about me! It’s your job to know!’ Adri cut in. ‘And now you have an artefact of such power with you; Fallen, you do not make it easier for me to trust you.’

  Aurcoe smirked at Adri’s outburst. ‘It is going to save you from the morning. I could tell you where I got it. I promise you that you’ll still take it, perhaps with a heavier conscience.’

  Adri glared at Aurcoe, realising the truth in the Fallen’s words. The amulet was exactly what he needed. He didn’t need to know how many throats had been slit for this. It was saving his life, and for now that was what he needed. He wore the amulet quickly, and immediately felt its power radiate in a magical throb as it recognised its new owner. Then it lay perfectly still, hanging from his neck like any other trinket. Adri slipped it inside his shirt.

  ‘It’s not a gift,’ the Fallen spoke. ‘I shall want it back after this ordeal is over.’

  ‘Fallen can’t wear amulets, right? Your damnation saps the magic away immediately,’ Adri said, a touch of savage pleasure in his voice. ‘This is just a pretty object for you.’

  ‘If you do your job, Sen, I do not intend on staying among the Fallen for much longer,’ Aurcoe said.

  ‘How do I let you know when I have the blood?’

  ‘I’ll find you.’

  ‘You better have all the information ready by then.’

  ‘Calm down, my child. Composure, composure. After all, the owner of the pretty little necklace should be kept happy, isn’t it?’

  ‘You have me over a barrel, freak.’

  ‘Yes I do. What’s your move now?’

  ‘A Dyne got our scents. I think I’ll avoid witch territory completely and go around the longer way. Right now, we’re going to my place here in Patuli.’

  ‘Witches. Great, just great. Say hello to Victor for me when you get home.’

  Adri grunted in reply.

  ‘You guys should settle your differences, seriously. Ah, all the pain,’ Aurcoe said.

  ‘You keep out o
f this one,’ Adri shot back.

  ‘I’m leaving then. Sen?’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Blink.’

  Adri blinked his eyes. Aurcoe had disappeared.

  The miracle he had wanted was hanging around his neck. Aurcoe had, despite all his fears and the evident lack of trust, given him the means to run. An extension to his death sentence, a very generous one. Relief washed over Adri in warm waves. The world momentarily felt normal again. He could think clearly now and plan his next move. He breathed deep, and it felt good. God, it felt good.

  He turned back to find Gray hopping around a burning torch, photographing it from every possible angle. Maya was sitting under the torch and reading a book bound in brown paper. Adri lightly wondered if it was a sleazy novel. ‘Let’s go.’ He motioned to the two of them. ‘We need to get a move on.’

  ‘He left? Who was he?’ Maya asked, hurriedly stuffing the book into her backpack, further raising Adri’s suspicions.

  ‘An informant. Some general stuff, nothing important,’ Adri replied.

  ‘I’ve never seen a burning torch before. This looks incredible!’ Gray chimed. ‘Just look at this picture! I’m going to have a lot of photographing to do!’

  Maya looked at the picture. Adri turned to Gray. ‘Conserve your camera batteries; you will probably see better things than old burning torches.’

  Gray missed the sarcasm. ‘That’s cool, I’ll charge whenever—’

  ‘Old Kolkata does not have a central transformer. There is no electricity to be found here.’ Adri jerked a thumb at the torches as he moved towards the exit. ‘That’s magic burning.’

  Gray’s eyes widened and he looked at the torches again, stunned. Even Maya cast an interested glance before they carried on. A dark set of stairs, lit by a distant torch, led them to a long, sinister hallway at the end of which there was yet another staircase, this one illuminated by first light. Stepping forth from the mouth of the subway, the siblings got their first glimpse of Old Kolkata as the young sun rose to greet them in the eastern skies.

  A city that is old, a city that has been

  To write for you is the toughest thing

  You have resisted, kept away

  You have hidden your secrets

  from me, from those you have not trusted

  How does one earn your trust?

  So I am born of you

  And I, here, with you

  I bathe in your sunshine

  I breathe in your rain

  I pick up your earth once again, once again

  Where is it that I can look for you?

  I talk to you, I tell you things

  I stand tall above your crumbled buildings

  I stand deep beneath your darkest recesses

  I am here where you are

  In your stagnancy I smell life

  In your arms I will feel death

  In your embrace I will breathe my last

  I will return to you, from whence I came.

  Only a few people were visible as the trio walked through the streets of Old Kolkata. These few mostly walked in groups, or were loners, and everyone kept their distance; there was an aura of discomfort in the air. Maya could feel eyes watching them from behind barred windows. She did not like it. Adri constantly kept glancing over his shoulder in a guarded manner. It didn’t help things. They walked in silence as a morning breeze blew, its gentle swoosh the only sound breaking the quiet—things were unnaturally quiet, and they were sure that it would be easy to overhear them even at longer distances.

  Gray, wanting to talk, whispered, ‘It’s unnaturally quiet.’

  ‘Yeah,’ Maya agreed. Both of them looked expectantly at Adri as they walked, searching for an explanation. He didn’t disappoint.

  ‘The Old City is mostly like this.’

  ‘Ghost town,’ Gray said.

  The entrances to almost all the buildings they crossed were secured by massive chains and padlocks and metal shutters. It effectively looked like a city in lockdown, afraid of the daylight and all that came with it. Everything was dead silent, except for the occasional dim sound of music playing, or films running, hidden away inside structures, and other hushed voices making hushed conversation in places unseen.

  ‘Old Kolkata is like this all the time?’ Gray asked.

  ‘Gariya is like this. The landscape of the Old City is quite drastically diverse; you’ll find every kind of place here. Before its expansion it was just a city, but it’s like a small country now. It’s still called the Old City though, which makes it the largest city in the world at present.’

  ‘The only city in the world without a government,’ Maya said.

  ‘That might change soon,’ Gray spoke. ‘MYTH is trying hard to take control, right?’

  Adri shook his head. ‘The territory wars are a more complex matter than that.’

  ‘Complex as in? It’s MYTH versus the Free Demons,’ Gray argued.

  ‘You forget the Coven.’

  ‘The who?’

  ‘The witches. They hold quite a lot of territory here, and as far as I know, neither MYTH nor the Demons have tried to negotiate with them. And anyway, even if MYTH wins they will not gain control over all of Old Kolkata. MYTH has allied with the Angels in the territory wars, and the Angels will obviously want something back from MYTH. And MYTH has also been attempting a Great Purification rather unsuccessfully for quite some time now; the Old City, as I told you before, is as big as a small country and there are far too many dangers tucked away.’

  ‘Wasn’t the first Great Purification the political term for what they did to New Kolkata in the beginning?’ Maya asked. Demonology had always kept her away from current affairs.

  ‘Yes,’ Gray answered her. ‘It’s the term they use for the complete eradication of anything that can harm the common people.’

  ‘A slow and thorough process,’ Adri added. ‘They send patrols of Commandos and Guardians, headed by a Sorcerer or a Tantric, into every single building, every single street and alley, covering every single square inch of the land, and kill anything magically dangerous, even remotely so. They move with a calculated plan, with great precision, and clean up the city like a wave; it takes a lot of manpower and good planning, not to mention time.

  ‘MYTH was about to launch one in Old Kolkata when the Free Demons opposed them and the territory wars began. I guess you would know about the Free Demons.’

  ‘Of course,’ Maya said. She did. Every word.

  ‘New Kolkata was far easier to purify because all it had were spirits,’ Adri continued. ‘But this city? This city hides too much under its breath. No one, not one soul, knows all of this city’s secrets; and I personally think a purification is impossible.’

  ‘Ah, they’ll do it,’ Gray spoke with confidence. ‘The Demons have to either die or get out of their way.’

  Adri smiled to himself. Gray did not know Demons. After all, there was a reason why the war had been raging for ten straight years now; it was a different matter that the war itself wasn’t covered by the New Kolkata newspapers, except for the occasional vague article. The territory wars had been strictly declared as government business, and no citizen had a right to its information. Not that the citizens wanted to know anyway. Old Kolkata was too dangerous and unattractive a city for most people, and its fate did not bother them. All they wanted was for their government to stay strong so that it could continue protecting them as it had, and if it won the war, it would only get stronger. And MYTH was an incredibly strong government already. Adri had been a part of it in the past and he knew the extent of MYTH’s power. He had seen the sheer number of forces MYTH had at its disposal; yet it was forever training new Commandos and making Guardians—Necromancers and Sorcerers were fewer in number, but that was so only in comparison with its standing forces. The fact that MYTH had continuously been waging a battle for a decade proved this point if nothing else.

  ‘I must admit that after studying Demons I have more respect for our governm
ent,’ Maya spoke thoughtfully.

  ‘‘Exactly! MYTH is powerful. And you have to be strong to fight Demons!’ Gray finished triumphantly.

  ‘You ever fought one, Adri?’ Maya asked.

  Adri simply smiled and continued walking. He felt more comfortable here in the streets of the Old City than he did anywhere else, especially New Kolkata. Sure, there was danger looming over his head. Sure, Death itself was after him. But he was on familiar ground now, a city which he mostly knew, and knew better than most. Danger lurked everywhere here, but it did not give off a false sense of security like New Kolkata; there was a charm to the lawlessness here, a certain beauty in the sense of chaos. It was something that could be admired only by those who had lived here and could defend themselves—the rest had moved or were dead. Adri’s mind naturally began connecting old memories to the familiar landscape that he saw, and the young Necromancer entered a pensive, lonely mood. He looked at tree stumps that had once been trees, at old hideouts and places where unexpected and amazing things had happened. He walked a little ahead of the other two, wanting to breathe in his city once more. I have come back to you.

  ‘He was born here, but was moved to New Kolkata as a child,’ Maya told Gray softly.

  ‘He stayed in that one-room flat?’ Gray asked incredulously.

  ‘No. He was coached in his arts at MYTH Castle. Then he went back to Old Kolkata for a while supposedly.’

  ‘When did he get banished?’

  ‘I have no clue. I more interested in knowing why, though.’

  ‘He seems okay to me,’ Gray shrugged. ‘I don’t see this guy murdering the both of us.’

  Maya nodded. ‘He’s more learned in his art than I thought. You know the popular saying about young Tantrics?’

  ‘What, the girls’ thing?’

  ‘No, the rumour that they make too many mistakes. And what “girls’ thing”?’

  ‘Nothing, nothing,’ Gray muttered in reply.

  ‘There’s something about him, Gray. Something I can’t get a hold on.’