Barlowe, Wayne - God's Demon

And even through his haze of agony Hani realized that this was his opportunity, the opportunity.

"I want only to know who I was. And what I did to get here."

Sargatanas stared at him, cocking his head slightly to one side. Hani saw the demon close his many eyes, saw the flames about his head gutter, and saw, too, the very slight trembling of one clawed finger.

And then Hani felt it. It began as a sharp, hot breeze upon his mind, strong and persistent, and gathered quickly into a rushing, searing gale that surpassed the hottest winds he could remember, the roaring Tophet blasts from the child-sacrifices in his home city.

He shut his eyes and the memories of his Life began to cascade back into him like the most precious, sweetest wine being poured into an amphora. He knew then that the bits of memory that he had experienced in Hell had been like some barely fragrant residue clinging to the inside of his mind, the stubborn dregs that been left in a vessel when it was emptied.

The fleeting images of a wide, sun-kissed sea had been the Central Sea, the huge wall-encircled city his beloved Qart Hadasht—the New City—and he knew now that the soul-beasts had evoked nothing less than his prized war elephants. Had he not made this fateful journey he could have wrestled with those images' meaning for all eternity.

Hani opened his eyes, but he was Hani no longer. And he was no longer hanging by the hooks. Instead he was lying upon the warm flagstones, the six flying demons behind with their lances tipped toward him. Sargatanas was watching him carefully, as were the five attending demons.

"Your name was Hannibal, son of Hamilcar of the House of Barca. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Yes ... everything."

"You were, among your kind, quite remarkable; your hatred ran deeper than most," the demon said.

"I had much to hate."

Sargatanas appeared not to have heard him. "What is it that you bring to me?"

And in that moment, with the awareness of his past achieved, the plan that had begun with the small statue became something else.

"I know that a great war is imminent," said, rubbing the puncture-wounds on his shoulders. The pain was still enormous. "I can give you an army. An army of souls."

HANNIBAL AND HIS ARMY

Valefar snorted and threw up his hands.

"Look around you," Sargatanas said with a sweep of his hand. "Does it look to you as if I need another army?"

Hannibal knelt, head bowed. Just as he had feared, the Burden was approaching his head, sliding through him inexorably. Wincing from his wounds, and with some effort, he shook his head. "Your legions are beyond impressive, Lord. Their capability is so far beyond any army I ever led that I cannot imagine withstanding them.

"However, like pieces set upon a board, they are predictable once seen. The army I offer you can be that board, unseen until you need them, and therefore unpredictable. No one knows better than you, I am sure, the advantage gained by the careful manipulation of the battlefield, the very buildings and streets under your enemies' feet. Of course you could do it on your own or delegate it to one of your generals, but even that would take your attention away from your pieces ... your demon legions. Nor do I think you could find a demon happy with the task of leading ... us.

"Given the ... authority, I could lead them as I've led others ... before."

"What makes you so sure that they will follow you?"

Hannibal hesitated and then reached into the cavity in his side. His fingers closed upon the small statue, feeling its familiar, comforting shape. He pulled it out and held it up before the demon lord.

"She has led me this far. I must believe that she will help me lead my kind."

Sargatanas' eyes widened. To the amazement of Valefar and the other demons, he reached under his fleshy robe and brought forth a statue nearly identical to the one in the soul's hand. Only Hannibal seemed unsurprised, having witnessed the moment of its discovery.

"I have seen her visions. They are glimpses of the Light ... of Heaven regained."

"Mine are visions of freedom," Hannibal said. "If freedom begets redemption, then I can't complain. If not, we'll take it anyway. And stay right here."

"You are quite the opportunist," said Sargatanas. He regarded the statue in his bone-covered hand, weighing it. "I have been told that others like these are out there, but only you have understood its implications, have shown yourself able to do the exceptional by bringing it to me. Perhaps you can be exceptional, as well, upon my fields of battle and under my banners. I will give you your army, Hannibal Barca. And, with it, someone to accompany you, to watch over you, to mold the souls you need however you see fit. Go and gather your host. When you are ready you may join my legions."

"Thank you, my lord." Hannibal bowed with some difficulty, top-heavy as he was with the weight of the Burden.