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Rivers of the Dead - 27. 3-6 - Beneath
Ethan struggled to his feet, brushing off branches and snow from his clothing. He stared back at Orpheus, who glowered at him from the binding circle at the mouth of the cave. Ethan saw the recognition in Orpheus' eyes, but even if he hadn't, he would've known his familiarity from the level of malevolence Orpheus projected from his being.
"You know who I am," Ethan said. "You know why I've come."
"Ethan Pallet," Orpheus confirmed. Yes. I recognize you from Caleb's visions. You are the thorn in my side, who will be plucked and crushed beneath the heel of my boot."
"You know Caleb," Ethan observed.
Orpheus' eyes narrowed. "I know all who inhabit my realm, fool."
"Fool?" Ethan echoed. "I have called you here, and now I have bound you."
"Hah! Binding death itself!" Orpheus cackled madly. "You are a fool, indeed. What makes you think you can hold me here? You're a fledgling mage facing the force of He Who Rules Beneath. You are pathetic."
"Give me Caleb," Ethan said, refusing to be intimidated, "and I'll let you go."
"I told you, Ethan, you cannot bind me," Orpheus said. He raised his hands and a loud crackling reverberated through the cave. The stone beneath his feet cracked open wide, breaking the circle Ethan had carved into it. The runes were unrecognizable, as if someone had taken a pick to the rock and broken them all to pieces.
Orpheus paced the line of the cave where shadow met light, remaining on the shadowy side. "Now, let's talk business."
"You're willing to make a deal?" Ethan asked, his eyes hopeful. He tried to ignore the seed of doubt planted within him at Orpheus breaking the binding spell, but it was there, and it began to take root.
"No," Orpheus said, "Not for Caleb. You cannot have him."
Ethan felt pure rage surge within him, halting the spread of the doubt's influence upon his will. "Why not?" Ethan snapped.
"He's mine, and I protect what's mine," Orpheus replied. "I keep what's mine. I own him. I've fought for him, I've guided him, and I've pulled him from the brink of destruction. What have you done for him?"
The words slammed into Ethan, disrupting the rage he'd built up as a defense, giving water and light to the seeded doubt. It began to grow, slowly overtaking his soul. Ethan ditched his original plan, he couldn't cast like this. So there remained one option, a bargain. "A life for a life, then. I'll give up mine for his."
Orpheus scoffed at the notion. "And what would you do for me? Blow yourself up chasing after the mysteries of the universe? Who do you think you are?"
Bargaining would get him nowhere, Ethan realized. It was time for plan C. He'd expected to have more time to implement the earlier plans, but he was running out of options quickly and needed to see this through. He collapsed to his knees, bowing his head humbly. "I just want Caleb back. Tell me what I have to do, please."
"And already you're reduced to begging," Orpheus said, laughing callously. "Can you be any more pathetic? I can't imagine Caleb would even want you back."
Ethan looked up, his eyes wild as the doubt blossomed. "Why are you speaking to me like this?"
Orpheus shrugged then answered sarcastically. "You called, I answered. You made a bullshit request of me."
"Why won't you take my life for his?" Ethan whined. "Please, please . . . I have to save him."
"Save him?" Orpheus chuckled. "He understands the mysteries I offer him. He will serve me well. I saw the potential in him from the moment he first approached my threshold and sought to save you. If only I could get him to stop seeking after you, he'd become one of my greatest servants. But still he refuses to let go. Still, he only wants you."
"He's seeking me?"
"Oh yes," Orpheus said bitterly. "No matter how much I try and get him to let go of his foolish quest, he's still convinced you're obtainable."
Ethan nodded in understanding, certain he'd found the loophole he was after. "Then perhaps I'll die so he can find me," he said. "Then you won't have him after all."
"You'll die?" Orpheus asked in mock disbelief. "Of course you'll die, we all die. And you think I'd let him find you after that? In my realm? My, your foolishness never ceases to amaze me."
The blossoms of the tree of doubt began to bear fruit and slowly ripened with every word. "You can't . . ." Ethan protested. "You can't do this."
"Oh, dear Ethan, I'm afraid I can," Orpheus said sadistically. "I bend the afterlife to my will, it does not bend to yours."
Ethan crawled forward, his hands together in supplication, desperate as the fruits of doubt began to fall from the tree. They hit the ground and broke open, spreading their seeds into the now fertile ground of Ethan's soul. "Please. Please, I need him."
Orpheus met Ethan's gaze, and Ethan saw nothing but cruelty and death in the eyes of The Ruler. "Love is fleeting. Let it go. For your sake and his." He turned and walked away, heading deep into the dark of the cave.
"No, please! Please don't go!" Ethan called, clamoring to his feet and staggering after Orpheus. "Please give him back to me!"
"No," came Orpheus simple response from the dark. "Go home, mageling."
Ethan sensed Orpheus' presence one instant, and then in the next it was gone. He collapsed to the floor of the cave, his body wracked with frantic sobs as he hugged himself against the cold December air. He felt everything now and couldn't believe the pain.
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