Chapter 74: The Queen's Judgment
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The flight back to Castle Limbo was a blur. I held Charmcaster's unconscious form as XLR8, my three-fingered hands careful not to grip too tightly. She was lighter than I expected, fragile even. Or maybe that was just my perception after watching her get tossed around by a magical turtle god.
Illyana and Kitty led the way, the Queen of Limbo creating shortcuts through her realm that bent space in ways that made my head hurt. The landscape warped around us, mountains folding like paper, rivers parting like curtains. Every so often, Illyana would glance back at me and Charmcaster, her expression unreadable behind those demonic features.
Getting closer to the castle, the adrenaline drained from my system, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion that made even XLR8's enhanced muscles ache. We'd escaped by the skin of our teeth. Not just escaped – we'd pissed off one of the most powerful magical entities in the universe.
Great job, Tennyson. Another day, another cosmic being added to your enemies list.
The castle appeared suddenly on the horizon, as if it had decided to meet us halfway. Its twisted spires reached toward the crimson sky like accusing fingers. I noticed the activity as we approached the main gates. Demons of all shapes and sizes rushing about, armor being distributed, defenses being reinforced.
They were preparing for war.
"They sense my return," Illyana explained, noticing my confusion. "And my... compromised state."
"Are we in danger?" I asked, tightening my grip on Charmcaster.
Illyana's laugh was cold. "In Limbo? Always. But not from them. My court knows better than to challenge me directly."
We passed through the massive gates into a courtyard teeming with activity. Demons halted mid-step as we entered, bowing or kneeling as Illyana passed. Their eyes lingered on me – or rather, on the silver-haired sorceress in my arms. Some expressions were curious, others openly hostile.
The mood in the throne room was even worse.
Drakon loomed by the twisted throne, massive arms folded across his chitinous chest. Embers flared from his mouth when he saw us. Malise materialized from the shadows, her purple eyes alight with interest. The Archivist hovered nearby, pages rustling with agitation. Only Kaelen moved toward us, his armor glowing with a protective blue light.
I released my transformation, returning to human form with Charmcaster still cradled in my arms. The shift in size made it harder to carry her, but I managed.
"You have returned, my Queen." Drakon's voice rumbled like an avalanche. "And you bring... another guest."
The way he said "guest" made it sound like "vermin."
"Duh," I shot back. "You're very observant for a walking volcano with horns." Yeah, it was probably not the smartest move to antagonize a demon warlord. But I was tired, sore, and in no mood for his attitude.
Drakon took a threatening step forward, embers falling from his maw. "Mere human with a fancy watch, you dare…"
"Enough." Illyana's voice cracked like a whip. Despite her weakened state, power radiated from her in waves. Her Soulsword materialized in her hand, the blade flickering with otherworldly energy. "Drakon, you forget yourself."
The massive demon reluctantly backed down, though the embers burning in his eyes didn't diminish. "Forgive me, my Queen. I merely express concern for the safety of your realm. The witch," he pointed a clawed finger at Charmcaster, "has provoked Addwaitya. His wrath will not be contained to Ledgerdomain."
"The turtle can try," Illyana replied coldly. "Limbo has withstood greater threats."
"With respect," Malise interjected, her silken voice somehow carrying across the entire chamber, "perhaps we should consider the... opportunity this presents."
She glided closer, her eyes fixed not on Charmcaster but on the magical items she carried – Gwen's stolen charms and the spellbook.
"The artifacts the witch carries," Malise continued, "they possess considerable power. Power that could be... studied. For the benefit of Limbo, of course."
"They're not for your taking, demoness," I warned, my voice harder than I intended. "These don't belong to her, and they definitely don't belong to you."
Malise's smile was all teeth. "So protective, little shape-changer. I wonder why?"
"Step back, Malise. The boy speaks with wisdom beyond his years," the Archivist interrupted, its parchment body rustling. "These artifacts are entangled with the fate of his bloodline. Attempting to separate them would create complications."
I had no idea what that meant, but I nodded like I did. "Exactly. Complications. Bad ones."
Drakon wasn't satisfied. "I still think this situation can be salvaged. The witch has committed crimes against two realms. She should be punished." His massive hands clenched. "Cast into the River of Memory, perhaps. Or offered to the Maw of the Deep Ones as tribute. Perhaps then Addwaitya will forget this ever happened."
"You will do no such thing if you fear your life, demon," I said, meeting his molten gaze without flinching. I might be just a human standing before a demon warlord, but I had stared down worse. "She's under my protection."
"Your protection, little human?" Drakon laughed, a sound like rocks tumbling down a mountainside. "And who are you to offer protection in the Queen's domain?"
Before I could respond, Kaelen moved. The silent knight positioned himself between me and Drakon, his featureless helm turned toward the warlord in clear warning. The blue light within his visor intensified.
"Enough! You fools are embarrassing me before my guests." Illyana's voice filled the throne room, echoing with supernatural force. Her Darkchylde form seemed to grow, horns elongating, eyes blazing. "I have heard your concerns, but the decision is mine alone. This is still my realm, is it not, Drakon?"
The warlord immediately dropped to one knee, head bowed. "Always, my Queen."
"The sorceress and her artifacts are under my protection," Illyana declared, ascending to her throne. "She is my guest, as are Tennyson and Pryde. Any harm that comes to them will be answered tenfold."
She fixed each member of her court with a penetrating stare. "Keep your eyes and ears open. I don't think Addwaitya is foolish enough to invade us, but the boundary with Ledgerdomain shall be reinforced. Patrols doubled. Alert me of any incursion, but take no independent action. Is that understood?"
The court murmured their assent, though Drakon's was noticeably reluctant.
"Good." Illyana turned to me. "Kaelen will show you to chambers where your friend can recover. I must consult with the Archivist about strengthening our defenses."
Kitty stepped forward. "I should head back to the Institute, let them know what happened. Xavier and Piotr must be going crazy by now."
Illyana nodded. "Rest first. I'll open a portal for you in a few hours." She rose from her throne, suddenly looking tired beneath her demonic exterior. "The castle will provide for your needs. Ask, and it will give."
With that cryptic statement, she departed, leaving me alone with Kaelen and the still-unconscious Charmcaster.
The silent knight gestured for me to follow, his armor making no sound as he led me through the twisting corridors of Castle Limbo. The architecture seemed to shift as we walked, rooms appearing and disappearing, stairways extending or contracting. It should have been disorienting, but somehow Kaelen never lost his way.
We finally reached a chamber that looked almost normal by Limbo standards. There was a large bed with sheets of some silk-like material, walls of polished obsidian that reflected the light of floating candles, and a balcony overlooking a vista of the realm that changed every few minutes.
I laid Charmcaster gently on the bed, taking care not to jostle her.
She looked peaceful in sleep, the harsh lines of anger and determination smoothed away. It was easy to forget how dangerous she was, how close she'd come to getting herself killed for revenge.
Kaelen lingered at the doorway, his featureless helm tilted as if in question.
"I'll stay with her," I said, guessing at his concern. "She shouldn't wake up alone in a strange place."
The knight nodded, the blue light of his visor dimming slightly in what I took for approval. Then he was gone, leaving me alone with the sleeping sorceress.
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I pulled a chair close to the bed and collapsed into it, the events of the day catching up with me in a wave of exhaustion. Yet sleep felt distant. My mind raced with everything we'd seen, everything we'd learned.
Magic, demons, hell dimensions... I probably said this ten times already, but it was a far cry from the summer road trip Grandpa had planned. And here I was, sitting in a castle in Limbo, watching over a girl who'd stolen from us and betrayed our trust. A girl who'd nearly gotten herself killed for a revenge she couldn't hope to achieve.
It was hard not to worry about the other things I might face.
The Omnitrix had given me power beyond anything I could have imagined. The ability to transform into aliens, to be a hero. But in another's wrist, they might not choose to be a hero. More and more villains were learning about it, and I was also realizing these aliens didn't turn me totally invincible. I had to flee to survive this time, and perhaps next time, I'd have to sacrifice someone else to survive…
Not only that, this watch also painted a target on my back. So far, I haven't faced any real danger other than those weak drones Villgax sent. But I doubt it'd stay like that for that long. How many powerful beings across the universe would love to get their hands on it? How many would kill me without a second thought?
I glanced at the watch on my wrist. For all its power, I wasn't sure my current forms could have defeated Addwaitya even if this wasn't a rescue mission with lives to save. The turtle tyrant had been in a league of his own, the Alpha Rune amplifying his already considerable powers to godlike levels.
And I'd antagonized him. Great move.
I have to master Feedback. The turtle used a spell to seal my fingers, but Feedback's whole gig is energy. Since the sealing was done by energy, if I had more experience with Feedback maybe, or perhaps knew the magical pattern of the spell, I could have absorbed the spell itself. Well, theoretically…
The thought of Gwen's reaction made me wince. She'd be furious when she found out what I'd done. Sneaking off in the middle of the night, diving into hell dimensions, risking my life for the girl who'd stolen her magical artifacts. And of course, Grandpa's scolding.
I sighed, leaning back in the chair. What a mess.
Hours passed in this fashion, my thoughts chasing each other in circles. Occasionally, servants would enter with food or drink – strange, otherworldly fare that I approached with caution. Some items squirmed on the plate while others glowed faintly. I stuck to what looked safest.
It was during one of these contemplative moments that Charmcaster finally stirred. A soft moan escaped her lips, her head turning on the pillow. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing disoriented violet eyes.
"You're awake," I said softly.
The words seemed to silence the room, which somehow seemed to swallow sound. Charmcaster's gaze focused on me, but there was no fire in those violet depths. No magic. Just a vast, empty expanse that made me hold back a pitiful sigh. I'd seen that look before in my previous life. In the mirror, after my own failures, when the weight of responsibility felt too heavy to bear.
She pushed herself up on the strange, silk-like sheets, her movements slow and pained. Her gaze fell to the stolen charms still around her neck, then to the spellbook I'd placed on a nearby table. They seemed to weigh on her now, monuments to her failure.
"You shouldn't have interfered, Tennyson," she whispered, her voice a dry rasp. It wasn't an accusation. It was a statement of fact.
"I wasn't going to watch you die, Hope."
A laugh, sharp and brittle as breaking glass, escaped her lips. "Why not? What was left to save?" She gestured around the demonic room. "This? A prisoner in another hell? You didn't save me, Tennyson. You just prolonged the sentence." Her expression hardened. "And stop using that name as if it means we're close. I didn't tell you that name myself, you don't get to call me that."
The rebuke stung more than I wanted to admit, but I reminded myself that we weren't really that close outside that talk under the moon. "This isn't a prison," I countered, moving closer to the bed. "The Queen of Limbo is allowing us to recover here in case danger finds us back on Earth. We'll return soon." I met her gaze. "And no, your life isn't a sentence. It's yours. Addwaitya doesn't own it. Your past doesn't own it."
"My past is all I had!" Her voice cracked, and the despair finally gave way to a sliver of her old fire. "There were only two goals in my life, one to revive my father, and two to kill Addwaitya with my father's help. My first goal failed. So I decided to follow my second goal by myself… It was the only thing that kept me going. The hate. The need to see him pay for what he did to my father." Her eyes narrowed. "And you... you stole that from me too."
"He would have killed you," I said flatly. "He was toying with you."
"Let him!" she shrieked, tears finally tracing paths down her pale cheeks. "Let him kill me! At least it would have been an ending. An answer." Her shoulders slumped. "Now what am I? A failed sorceress. A thief. A girl who lost everything and couldn't even avenge it. I have nothing."
Her words hit hard. Not because they were true, but because I recognized the desperation behind them. The need for a purpose, any purpose, even if it meant self-destruction.
I stood before her, not offering pity, but a hard, undeniable truth. "You have your magic. You have your life. And you have these." I pointed to the charms and the Archamada Book of Magic. "They belong to my cousin. I'm here to take them back."
The demand, so blunt and practical in the face of her emotional collapse, seemed to stun her. A hurt expression crossed her face. She looked from my determined face to the book and charms.
"Then take them," she said, her voice hollow again. "What difference does it make?"
But I didn't move. "No. You're going to give them to Gwen with your own hands and apologize to her." I met her gaze steadily. "When you're ready. Because that's the first choice you're going to make for yourself. Not for revenge, nor for your father. But for your own."
Something shifted in her expression. Surprise, confusion, perhaps a flicker of something like hope. She lifted a hand to touch the charms at her neck, fingers tracing the intricate metalwork.
"What do I do now, Ben?" The question was barely audible, vulnerable in a way I'd never heard from her before. Even that night.
I sat on the edge of the bed. "Get stronger, for starters." I ran a hand through my hair, choosing my words carefully. "I won't tell you stuff like 'revenge isn't the way.' I think it is. If someone murdered Grandpa or Gwen, I'd kill them too." The admission came easily, surprising even me with its truth. "I won't stop you from revenge, Ho– Charmcaster. Just... be sure you're strong enough to achieve it. Because if you fail and die, there are still people on this earth who will miss you."
Her eyes widened slightly at that. "...You can call me Hope," she said, gaze lowering. "I'm... s-sorry for what I said earlier. I should be more grateful to you for what you did."
"It's alright, Charmcaster."
"Don't be so dramatic, call me Hope." She looked up, locking eyes with me. "...Please?"
There was something different in her voice now. A vulnerability, yes, but also something else. Something that made my heart rate pick up.
"Alright, Hope. Next time you act all stubborn though, I won't melt so easily," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against mine before tentatively taking my hand. "I won't," she said softly, "as long as I have you..."
Warning bells went off in my head. This felt like dangerous territory.
"Hope, no." My voice was stern. "I'm not sure if you're just acting or being serious, but I'm saying this because I know how hurt you are. I'm not the type of man you'd prefer," I said, trying to be gentle but clear. "I'm not a loyal man."
She looked hurt and offended. "You think this is an act? Yes, I did attempt something similar before, but…" Her fingers tightened around mine. "Ugh, whatever... w-who the hell has any feelings for you? Girls like bad boys, not heroic idiots. But it's just..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "For tonight... can you help me not feel lonely just this one time?"
The request hung in the air between us, fraught with meaning. I knew what she was asking. I also knew it was probably a bad idea. She was vulnerable, hurt, looking for comfort anywhere she could find it. I wasn't the answer to her problems.
And yet.
Maybe it was the otherworldly atmosphere of Limbo. Maybe it was the day's brush with death. Maybe it was the simple human need for connection in a place that felt so alien and dangerous. Whatever the reason, I found myself leaning closer, drawn by the desperate loneliness in her eyes.
She met me halfway, pulling me down until our lips met. The kiss was hesitant at first, then desperate, hungry. Her hands found my shoulders, fingers digging in as if afraid I might disappear. I tasted salt, tears, which made my heart skip. Poor girl.
We fell back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and shared breath. Clothes were tugged aside, barriers between us dissolving like morning mist. For a moment, I wondered if this was another of her manipulations, another play for power or advantage.
Then I saw her eyes, wide and vulnerable and completely unguarded, and I knew this was real. This was Hope – not Charmcaster the sorceress, not the vengeful daughter, just Hope. A girl looking for something to hold onto in a universe that had taken everything else away.
As the strange candles of Castle Limbo dimmed around us, I decided that maybe, just for tonight, I could be that something.
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Author Note: Quite close to 2500 stones. That meant you guys will get two chapters tomorrow, Friday. Keep it up!!