NIGHT THREE OF PHANTASMA
Ophelia woke the next day drenched in sweat. A damp cloth was covering her forehead and something warm was pressed against her hip. As she struggled to sit up, a mewl of protest rang out.
โCareful,โ a voice warned, just as a shooting pain went through her arm.
She blinked her eyes open to find Blackwell sitting in the armchair across from her bed, and Poe lying by her side. The cat glared at her for disturbing his slumber.
โWhat are you doing in my room?โ she croaked to them both, reaching up to remove the cloth from her face. No, not a cloth, a ragged piece of aโฆ shirt?
โYou almost got eaten by a giant serpent, and thatโs the first question you have?โ He raised his brows and leaned forward to prop his elbows on his knees. โNot, โare any of my limbs missing?โ They arenโt, by the way.โ
She took him in for a long moment, noting that something was differentโhis outfit had changed. Instead of the black jacquard suit and shirt, he was now wearing a three-piece ensemble made entirely of viridian silk. His long coat had polished gold buttons and his cravat was ever so slightly askew where it was tucked into his vest.
โWhat happened?โ she finally asked, her voice still thick.
โWhat happened is that youโre incredibly impatient,โ he answered flatly.
She tried sitting up again, wincing when she put pressure on her right arm. He shot to his feet to assist.
โThe snakeโฆโ she realized as he gently propped her back against the headboard. โI thought you had abandoned meโ โโ
โI told you to wait for my signal.โ His tone was irritated.
โAnd Iโm supposed to trust you?โ She wrinkled her nose. โThis entire place is designed to kill me. I barely made it out of that first level, and when I did, there were more monsters waiting. Excuse me for not just taking the word of a Ghost who keeps stalking me.โ
โStalking is a bit dramatic,โ he drawled.
She only glared at him.
He let out a frustrated breath. โI could have not offered to help you at allโdoes that not warrant at least a sliver of confidence that Iโm not trying to get you killed?โ He lifted a brow, growing more indignant with each word. โI also could have left you to be possessed by that Poltergeist you decided to traipse after in the hallway. Iโd ask if you had any wits left in your head at all, except Iโm fairly certain the venom in your system was responsible for that unadvised foray.โ
โPoltergeist?โ she questioned.
Poltergeists were the souls of deceased Demons that had managed to weasel their way here from the Other Side and had the same abilities as regular Apparitions with one major additionโthey could possess you. And if they possessed you long enough, they could steal your soul and resurrect themselves back to their original demonic forms.
He narrowed his eyes. โYes. Another few seconds alone, and it would have swindled you into a possession. Poltergeists will shapeshift into people you care about and lure you in, so you shouldnโt trust anyone you think you might know here. If your sister is in Phantasma, she is not in your group or this wing. Until you reach level seven, itโs safe to say you should stop looking for her. I thought a Necromancer would know to be more careful about such a trick.โ
The last bit brought her blood to a full-on boil.
โExcuse me for not being in the best mindset after fighting off a giant serpent! I donโt think making one mistake under the influence of venom is an accurate reflection of my skills as a Necromancer.โ She glowered at him. โI did just fine against the Hellhound and getting myself out of that maze by myself. If you think Iโm so incapable, why are you pestering me to help you with your silly little scavenger hunt?โ
Blackwell snorted. โI didnโt say you were incapable. In fact, I was mildly impressed with how you managed to get out of level one. And most people drop within two seconds of being injected with so much venomโif they donโt faint from seeing a beast like that in the first placeโso I think youโre rather a force to be reckoned with there, too.โ
She gaped at him. โYou saw me in the maze? How?โ
He shrugged. โThe levels of Phantasma take place on a different linear plane than this one. Corporeal souls can only see what has been created by the Devil who runs each level. But those of us able to shift between planes can watch the events from the outside.โ
โSo, this is all some sort of sick entertainment to the Apparitions here?โ
He shook his head. โThe Apparitions donโt really invest themselves much with the happenings in Phantasma outside of their debts. The Devils on the other handโฆ they have a betting pool for each group. Donโt worry, youโre not in their loser brackets. Yet.โ
Her nose wrinkled. โThatโs sick.โ
He shrugged again. โA Devil is a Devil.โ
โAnd you?โ she asked.
โWhat about me?โ He lifted a brow.
โDo you usually watch mortals run around like ants, trying to escape their deaths? Is that entertaining to you?โ
โNo, Iโm usually helping my chosen contestant survive,โ he told her. โSince you turned down my bargain, I didnโt have much else to do. Besides, I find the interpersonal group politics much more entertaining to watch. Two of your group members have already begun quite the sordid affair.โ
She ignored that last part. โSo, you watched to see if Iโd fail without agreeing to your bargain?โ
He huffed a laugh. โPartially. You did well, but I do think you underestimate how much harder the trials can get. That first one was easy compared to the others.โ
โThat was supposed to be easy?โ
He smirked. โYou get the picture, then.โ
She moved to hug her arms around her torso in comfort and flinched when the action pulled on the wound at her shoulder. She pulled her sleeve down to see a long, jagged bite mark marring her skin. And something else. A small golden star-like marking she had never seen before. Her prize for completing the first trial, she realized. She wondered if the glittering tattoo would be permanent.
โYour arm is in pretty bad shape,โ Blackwell cautioned as she tried to move again. โAnd I canโt help heal you untilโฆโ
โThatโs what this is all about,โ she accused, jabbing a finger in his direction and disturbing Poeโs slumber enough this time that the cat finally winked out of the room. โLet me guessโyou summoned that serpent yourself so you could pretend to save me from it and trick me into trusting you.โ
โI had nothing to do with the serpent,โ he retorted. โThat was a manifestation of one of the other contestantโs darkest fearsโthe one you saved from the Hellhound. It was the secret he paid to enter Phantasma. The manor chooses when to utilize those. And Iโm not trying to trick you into trusting me, Iโm trying to show you that we can help each other. If youโd listen to me, that is.โ He muttered the last bit.
She had the sudden urge to stick her tongue out at him, but she resisted, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up as if he knew that was exactly what she wanted to do.
โI donโt need your help,โ she maintained. โAnd I can heal my arm myself. I just have to get a good nightโs sleep.โ
He snorted. โYeah, good luck with that here. But that reminds meโyouโre stretching your magic too thin, too quickly. Youโre going to burn yourself out. I, on the other hand, would be able to heal your shoulder completely with very little effort. Even better, the next time you found yourself in a ghastly predicament, I could simply transport you away and you wouldnโt have to worry about using up your magic before the next level.โ
โAnd why is it you canโt do any of that without a blood bargain? You helped me back to my room, didnโt you?โ
โAnd being corporeal long enough to carry you back here took a great deal of effort,โ he revealed. โThe only way I can do such things consistently is if I have a connection to something living.โ
โThe decade youโre asking for,โ she said with realization. โThatโs how youโve become a Phantom. Thatโs how you sustain yourself to become more powerful than normal Ghosts. More solid.โ
โYes,โ he confirmed, and she could swear she heard a smile in his voice as if what she had said was an innuendo of some kind. โMy powers are stronger during a blood bargain. Youโd be able to summon me at will.โ
She bit her lip. She had to admit his offer was sounding more enticing the longer she thought about it. And like he pointed out, it wasnโt as if she would be able to look for Genevieve unless she made it past the next six levels anyway, so she would have plenty of spare time over the next few days to search for his keyโฆ
โAnd if you take a decade from me and thatโs all the time I have left, I would die?โ
โYou couldโve died ten times in this manor already,โ he told her. โBut youโre rightโthat is a possibility. Still, it seems less painful to me than, say, getting ripped to pieces by a Hellhound?โ
โArenโt you afraid that even if I do find this key, you still might not be able to pass over fully? That youโll be able to leave Phantasma but not have any other place to go?โ
โThatโs a risk Iโm willing to take. Life happens. Even in death. No use worrying about things that havenโt occurred yet.โ
She was silent for a long moment as she mulled over his words, but she knew in the back of her mind she had already made a decision. She could hear her motherโs voice scolding her for what she was about to do, but she ignored it. Her mother wasnโt here.
She shooed him away from the side of the bed so she could stand, her right arm hanging uselessly as she straightened herself up before him. โWhat are the terms, exactly?โ
His green eyes blazed with excitement as he cleared his throat and declared, โIf you agree to this blood bargain, I vow to use our connection only to answer your summons and to help you in any dire situations. In exchange, you have until you leave Phantasmaโs grounds to find my anchor. A heart and a key, according to you. Failure to find it will result in you transferring ten years of your life span directly to me through the blood bargainโnot a second more or a second less.โ
โAnd if I do find this key?โ She tilted her head. โI want payment for that.โ
Something sparked in his eyes at the request. โWhat would you like?โ
She didnโt hesitate. โMy family has a debt against our home. I need money to pay it off.โ
โIโm a Ghost,โ he deadpanned. โI donโt have access to mortal currencies.โ
โWell then, how about finding and keeping tabs on my sister? You should be able to see if sheโs in another group, right?โ
โYou donโt get your prize until after you complete our bargain,โ he reminded her. โBut if you win the competition, a gift from me seems moot anyway considering Phantasmaโs prize is better than anything I could offer.โ
โI donโt care about winning,โ she told him.
โYou should. The winner gets a Devilโs Grantโone of the most coveted, omnipotent favors there areโand you could use it to settle your debt. Make it to level seven, find your sister and convince her to forfeit, then stay and let me help you win. Why go through seven levels of Hell to find her just to give up and go home when youโve only got two levels left?โ
She hated to admit that he had a point. As she searched his eyes for a sign of sincerity, he reached out and lifted her left hand, turning her palm face up. He traced one of the long lines in the center with his index finger, and she felt her locket warm against her skin.
โThis is your lifeline,โ he told her, and she watched as her arm broke out in goosebumps. โI see a very long life here. But I donโt think thatโs something you should bother worrying about anyway.โ
โAnd why not?โ she breathed. The sensation of him touching her so delicately sent a whirlwind of butterflies through her stomach.
โBecause I have a feeling youโre not going to fail,โ he answered seriously, his gaze even more intense than before. โNot with your abilities. Youโreโฆโ
He trailed off as if he were trying to decide if what he wanted to say was advantageous to his cause.
โI havenโt been this hopeful in a very long time,โ he settled on.
โI think youโre putting a lot of stock into abilities I canโt even seem to control,โ she muttered. โWhen Cade tried to stab me, I disappeared. Iโve never done that before. My mother never mentioned thatโs something Necromancers were even capable of.โ
โMaybe that power is particular to your personal brand of magic,โ he suggested. โItโs possible for the same types of beings to have unique abilities.โ
She sighed. โMy mother is turning in her grave somewhere at me having this conversation with you. Though, I think sheโd be more upset that I drove Genevieve away in the first place.โ
โDo we have a bargain or not?โ he prompted.
โOne last thing,โ she pressed. โThe bit with the heartโIโm not capable of killing anyone. Weโll have to find a way to get that piece of this puzzle ethically.โ
โYouโd be surprised what youโre capable of doing under the right circumstances,โ he said.
โLet me rephrase, I donโt want to be capable of that.โ She looked down at her hands. โItโs enough that so many people already think Necromancers are dark, even evil. I will not stain my hands with blood and prove them right.โ
He sighed. โHearts are everywhere here. Letโs focus on the key first and cross that bridge when we get there. Do we have a deal?โ
She took a deep breath and finally nodded. โWe have a deal. Make the bargain.โ
He disappeared abruptly and then reappeared a second later, now with an ornate onyx dagger in his hand. He held out his palm for hers, and she gave it to him, watching intently as he ran the steel blade across her delicate skin. She hissed at the pain while he lifted his own hand and made a similar cut before clasping their bleeding slashes together and closing his eyes. He said a few words in a language she recognized from all the times she eavesdropped on her motherโs appointments, and sucked in a sharp breath when her entire body flushed with a pulsing heat. The sensation was the closest thing she could imagine a high would be, but it faded just as quickly as it had come on.
He dropped her hand gently. โWhenever you need to summon me, all you must do is recite my name three times. Iโll come.โ
Three times, the Shadow Voice purred, satisfied.
โWhenever?โ She lifted a brow. โSo, if I want you at my beck and call every second of the dayโ โ?โ
โYes,โ he confirmed with amusement. โYou can summon me any time you want. The morning. The afternoon. The middle of the nightโฆโ
She cleared her throat. Wherever his thoughts were trailing off, she did not need to follow. โI got it. What about my injuries?โ
He placed a hand over her shoulder, causing her to grit her teeth, and after a few more words in that same language, all the pain melted away. She looked over to inspect his work, rolling her arm in its socket to make sure it was good as new. The only evidence left of the ordeal from the night before was the dried blood crusted on her skin and clothes.
โThank you,โ she told him sincerely. โNow what?โ
โNow, we begin.โ