One morning, he was sitting with Elion, who was once again stuffing himself with baked salmon and herbs for breakfast, when Synaa dropped onto the bench across from them.

  “It’s bad,” she said with a sigh. “Two of Cassian's platoons went missing without a trace.”

  “Where? How?” Elion asked, his mouth full.

  “No one knows: they just disappeared. They were transporting Light to nearby smaller fortresses. But when the captains went to patrol, they never found anyone.” She looked to sides then back at them and continued.

  “The commanders are patrolling the area, and they sent us, the captains, too. But when they sent another squad, thinking nothing was out there, they vanished without a trace.”

  Elion mused. “Hmmm, that’s interesting. Maybe the enemy is targeting units without captains and only attacking those led by lieutenants,”

  At this, Synaa perked up and started thinking. “You’re absolutely right! We need to join the units in disguise. You’re a genius!”

  Elion just stared at her, wide-eyed, as Synaa ruffled his red mane and ran out of the barracks.

  They sat and ate a while longer before she returned to their table, breathless with excitement.

  “Good news! Elion’s squad, together with the rest of your unit will be transporting Light to the nearest fortress!” she announced enthusiastically. Both of them stared at her in shock.

  “Since it was your idea, the commander decided it would be good for you to be directly involved! Isn’t that great? I’ll be waiting for you outside in twenty minutes!” She turned and ran off.

  Elion was about to take another bite of his salmon when he caught Rendil’s pointed look. After they finished eating, they headed outside. Elion trotted off to have the squads assembled outside in ten minutes. Rendil waited for him at the door, and when he caught up, they went outside where Synaa was already waiting.

  “All right, here’s the plan,” she began. “Your squad will carry enough Light for the eastern fortification to last a month. Rendil and I will go with you in disguise.”

  “Why only two captains?” Elion asked.

  “As captains, we’re much taller than ordinary guardians, so we already stand out. We’ll have to walk hunched over and hide in formation. More captains would raise suspicion and scare off the enemy. Put on this robe; it’s less conspicuous and will disguise us well.”

  She handed Rendil a plain yellow garment, which he threw over himself. Behind them, the squad began to assemble.

  “What are you wearing?” Werner shouted from the formation.

  “Camouflage!” Rendil replied.

  Synaa took over:

  “The enemy is ambushing our patrols transporting Light to nearby fortresses. We suspect they only attack squads without captains present. That’s why Captain Rendil and I will be part of the transport in disguise. We leave immediately. The journey will take about thirty-six hours.”

  “We’re going to sweat. Let’s go!” Elion declared.

  Just another escort mission. This one might be interesting, though.

  Behind them walked Commander Vesaria, a massive ball of Light floating above her head, about the size of a car. She held it above her palm with ease, then gently handed it to Elion.

  “Squad, we’re heading to the eastern fortification. Open the gate!” came the call from the sandstone walls. Disguised and with the glowing Light floating above Elion, they set out.

  “Will we be able to call for help?” Rendil asked.

  Synaa just shook her head. “Our task is to identify the enemy. If things escalate, we must save the lieutenant and everyone we can. If there are too many of them, we’ll retreat immediately. The priority is to find out who we’re dealing with.”

  Rendil suppressed his distaste: this strategy reminded him of times at his old job when it was all about numbers, not people. But he knew there was no other option. If they didn’t follow orders, they’d endanger other squads, and without supplies, they’d have to withdraw, leaving the area unprotected and giving the enemy free rein.

  “So their goal is to cripple us this way?” he asked.

  “That too. But we can’t forget it might also be hunger for Light. They desecrate it and then consume it. Greed and gluttony are among Hell’s many traits,” Synaa pointed out.

  “There might also be something different about the Light they seize; they can use it to expand rifts and summon even greater evil,” Elion added as he arrived, seamlessly joining the conversation.

  Synaa quietly accepted his words; her look showed agreement.

  “In any case, there may be more motives. Our task is to find out who is making these patrols disappear and how. To ask them directly, we would have to wait at least another month, which we don’t have. We also don’t know where they are hiding, so anything they notice in the air could warn them. That means we are without support from the commanders.”

  They walked a while longer until dusk began to fall. Ahead, Rendil spotted a low, rocky hill rising out of the sand, easy to defend from three sides. All around, only palm forests could be seen in the near distance. “We’ll make camp here!” he ordered.

  They built tents from Light and lit a fire. In the center sat the captains with Elion.

  “All right, let’s agree on a quick strategy,” Rendil began. “Synaa and I will lie on the ground in between the tents so we can see all the patrolling guardians. Elion, divide up the watches so everyone’s fresh and ready for battle.”

  “How do we know they’ll ambush us and not another supply unit?” Elion asked.

  “For the past few days, we haven’t sent any out without a captain. After a long pause, we’re the only convoy going out without an apparent escort.” Rendil explained.

  “The main thing is that we’re well hidden and inconspicuous. We don’t know where the enemy will attack from.”

  They split up. Elion set up the patrol rotations. When he went into his tent to sleep, he discreetly pulled yellowish, sand?colored tarps over the captains.

  A few hours passed. Rendil watched Vasil and Artur at the edge of camp. Something felt off, though he couldn't place it. He idly sifted sand beneath him, uneasy, when he suddenly noticed Vasil had disappeared. Too early for shift change. He scanned the perimeter. Nothing. Then movement overhead caught his eye.

  A winged figure, pale in the moonlight, held Vasil by the hair. Their eyes met. She smiled. And drew the blade across his throat.

  Rendil immediately stood, grabbed his Lumion, and drew his bow. The enemy noticed him and stared in surprise.

  “Succubus! Everyone to arms!” he shouted and loosed an arrow. He aimed for her head. She twisted mid-air, and the arrow caught her wing instead. The Light explosion lit up the sky, revealing six shapes wheeling overhead.

  The wounded demoness fell with Vasil’s body straight into a tent. A loud crack, tent poles snapping and canvas tearing, echoed through the camp. There, soldiers in full armor were already waiting; they met her with spears, stabbing her one after another.

  They heard dogs barking, and from the nearby palm forest a hellish army charged, surrounding them.

  “Pack up the tents! Into formations! Defend all access points!” Synaa’s orders rang out.

  They began storing the tents in the Lumions, and everyone ran to the spots where the road climbed up the hill.

  “First line, repel anything coming from the ground; the rear ranks cover from above!” she shouted.

  The shields locked together as the soldiers pressed close, covering one another. All around, the rustle of armor and the clang of shields rang out as they fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. In the rear ranks, helms tilted skyward, eyes tracking shadows against the moon glow.

  “Rendil, there are still five of them, and we don’t know who’s in that forest! Take Elion and retreat!”

  “No! We can hold; these squads are strong enough! Rendil said.

  “We’re risking two angels and a lieutenant!” she protested swiping with her palm.

  “And a lot of Light, if they get it, who knows what they’ll use it for!” he said one hand pointing to the side.

  “We can’t beat five succubi and incubi in the air; you’ve barely mastered flight, and you’re not a full captain yet!” her finger pointed to the ground.

  He held her gaze. “But this unit is! Believe in us! If we can’t beat them in the air, we’ll beat them on the ground!”

  She frowned, then exhaled sharply.

  “What’s your plan?” she asked with a deep exhale, grabbing her Lumion and slinging her crossbow behind her back.

  He met her eyes, his expression steady. “We hide in formation. When they make their runs, we use the element of surprise and shoot them with arrows. We need to take down at least two. Then there'll be only three left, and we can handle that. Elion takes care of the ground units.”

  Synaa accepted the plan and prepared for the attack.

  Rendil carefully watched the enemy’s attack patterns, when suddenly one of the incubi dove straight at their position.

  “Artur, now!” he called. Artur tilted his shield, and the demon stepped into the gap of Rendil’s drawn bow. He dug his heel into the sand, the stave thrumming with Light against his palm. He gathered and released in one breath. The arrow bit the demon’s shoulder and slammed him into the earth.

  Synaa shot out from among her comrades, quick as lightning, and with a single slash of her dagger slit his throat. In the next attack, she took down one of the succubi with a precise crossbow shot. Rendil was inspired by her moves; though he couldn’t match her speed, he caught up to a demonic opponent and cut her down with his two-handed sword before she could react.

  Three remained in the air.

  “Two are yours,” Rendil told Synaa.

  She glared at him but knew he was right; there was no other choice.

  They both took to the air to meet their opponents. He remained steady; situations like this no longer rattled him, and he was fully focused.

  When a demoness dove from above to meet him, she managed to grab him, hooking him from behind with her claws. He dropped his sword as she snapped for his throat; he quickly caught her head with one hand and batted the dagger from her grip with the other.

  Her pinning claws dug into his chainmail; he felt the pressure, but his armor held firm.

  He clamped her head in both palms and, using the fall’s momentum, threw her over his shoulder.

  Both beat their wings furiously, trying to regain altitude. They ended up face to face again.

  “Fool! You don’t have your weapon, you angelic wretch! This is where your journey ends!”

  She laughed with a shrill, feminine laugh.

  Rendil remained calm.

  “I don’t need a sword. I have my Light, and angelic might!” he yelled.

  He let go of her head, angled his halo so she couldn’t bite him, and grabbed her wings at the base. He began to pull with all his strength. Cartilage cracked. She screamed. The demoness raked at his back, but his armor was too strong.

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  “You scratch like one of my exes,” he said with a smirk.

  He saw her surprised expression, quickly twist into a scream of pain, as he tore both her wings free. He felt a cold, wet slick on his gloves as blood spattered across them. For a heartbeat, he hovered, her torn wings still in his hands, watching her begin to drop. Warm air tore past his ears, and the blood’s brimstone reek rode the updraft. The succubus fell to the ground, screaming.

  “Let’s try it for real,” he said. “I hope I don’t break both my legs.”

  He dove after her, caught her by the leg mid-fall, and hurled her down to speed her descent. She struck the ground with a deafening crash, debris scattering everywhere. As she tried to recover, Rendil landed atop her, pulverizing her body. His legs hurt a bit; he’d need to practice it more. He couldn’t take off right away. He looked around and saw his sword lying nearby, so he went to pick it up.

  A baron spotted him: a corpulent demon charged at him with a heavy hammer. The demon swung, aiming to smash him, but Rendil gripped his pommel, slid into stance and caught the attack with the tip of his glowing sword. An explosion of Light erupted, and his blade was shoved back a hand’s breadth.

  The blast punched a ring of dust outward and rattled the plates on his bracers. Both were stunned for a moment. This swing had once knocked away shields and arms, but now it was stopped as if it were nothing. He recovered instantly, closed in, slipped past the baron’s other hand, and sliced open his belly with his two-handed sword. Glistening coils of intestine spilled out in a cold, tar-dark gush, ropes of viscera slapping the sand with wet thuds as a brimstone reek burst from the cut; the baron folded and crashed face-first into the dust.

  He looked up to see Synaa fighting the last incubus. He flew over, intending to shoot, but Synaa pushed his bow aside, and the arrow missed.

  “Why?” he asked, surprised.

  “We need him to lead us back to where they came from. Come on.”

  When they looked down, Elion’s squad was finishing off the last demons, but they’d suffered heavy losses. Rendil silently dimmed his halo, and together they followed the last incubus. He headed into a nearby palm grove and disappeared among the rocks. The air grew heavy, and the wind went wild through the fronds; there was definitely a rift here.

  “Angels, angels are coming!” he shouted.

  They hovered in place as the moon shone behind them.

  “I’ll get Vesaria and Cassian,” Synaa said. “Wait here for me.”

  But Rendil stopped her by the wrist. “No, I have a bad feeling about this. If we wait, it might be too late. You go; I’ll check it out.”

  Synaa looked at him, concern in her eyes.

  “You’re a captain just like me; I can’t command you. But remember, we have our orders, and we’ve already fulfilled our mission. Please, just stay here as I said. Don’t get yourself killed.”

  With that, she took off and flew away.

  I’ll just take a quick look. I can handle this.

  He dropped to the ground and wove between the rocks. Ahead, a huge rift opened in the wall like a mirror, its surface a taut membrane, taking and releasing a slow breath. The air reeked of sulfur; red light from the tear washed the stone of the hideout in a dull glow. In the corner of the chamber, fire flared and two helions appeared, fiery beasts bellowing like blazing bulls, flames lashing from their limbs. A fierce battle broke out. Rendil had to be careful, as he was outnumbered.

  Okay. This might actually be a mistake.

  He dodged and deflected fiery assaults with his sword. One of the helions hurled a fireball at him. He managed to parry it, but lost track of his opponents for an instant. That’s when the incubus they’d been chasing struck. Rendil blocked the blow, but a helion’s fist suddenly caught him from the side. The force of the punch sent him crashing into a rock, and the jarring impact left him stunned. He pulled himself together; his ears were ringing and his vision was blurred. He shook his head and gripped his Lumion tight.

  Three opponents were too much for an inexperienced captain, but he had to stay calm. The incubus drifted overhead while one helion cut in from his left and the other swung to his right, pinning him against the rock. He nocked and loosed in a single motion, the arrow taking one helion in the face. The shot left him open to the incubus, who drove his blade into Rendil’s shoulder. He crashed to the clay, his bow clattering against the packed ground: the metallic ring skittered along the cavern floor. Another helion advanced, wreathed in fire and raising his weapon for the final blow. Suddenly, a Light arrow hissed through the dark and pierced his eye.

  The helion fell. The incubus barely had time to turn before Synaa cut his throat. Both enemies fell.

  “You know, I’m starting to have a problem with you. You never listen,” Synaa said, offering him a hand to help him up. Suddenly, she screamed and fell to her knees; something had slashed her back hard. They both turned. Before them stood a demoness.

  She looked similar to a succubus, yet different from any they’d seen so far. She was taller, with dark opal scales and a powerful build that made her stand out. She had swept?back gazelle horns and wore dark, close?fitting armor beneath a tattered cloak that hooked to her wrists, its trailing edges framing the long, razor?sharp claws of her hands, one of them slick with blood. A malevolent, lust?heavy aura seemed to press against his skin, and her fiery red eyes burned in the dim red light. For a moment, she hid her huge draconic wings and transformed into a beautiful young woman in a white dress.

  “Well, well, well...” she spoke seductively. “Angels, alone in my nest. Just in time to welcome my mother...” She took a deep breath as if sniffing something.

  “You're human. Or were. ” She circled him slowly. “Do you like what you see?”

  She glanced at Synaa with disgust. “Oh, I know you don't. Always pure, untouchable.” Back to Rendil. “But you? I sense your lust. Your sin. Why fight for them when you could be with us? With me? I sense your lust... Do you desire me? In this form, we can do it all the time, with all my subjects and my sisters...”

  She laughed and disappeared for a moment, reappearing on the other side of the chamber. She took another deep breath.

  “Yes, I feel your sin. Your fears... You won’t save your family anyway, so why not join us? You can be with us, as a prince; you’ll win this war and protect your family in our kingdom. You’ll live forever as Lord of Hell...”

  “Really?” Rendil asked.

  “What are you...?” Synaa asked, confused.

  “Quiet!” Naamah snapped, slashing Synaa across the chest in a blur.

  Synaa fell on her stomach, her weapon slipping from her hand, and then she lay motionless.

  “Who are you?” Rendil asked kneeling beside Synaa watching the demoness.

  She walked around him her trailing along his neck. “I am Naamah, princess of the succubi, of lust itself... Come with me, and you’ll never lack for pleasure. You’ll taste the most beautiful eternity.”

  Crouching beside Synaa, Rendil reached out and took her dark hand. The demoness tugged him close, feigning a kiss, until she felt a dagger go up through her chin.

  “Sorry, I have to refuse. You’re not my type.” he said while looking in her widening pupils.

  She raised her clawed hand to strike, but he moved first. The blade punched up deeper under her chin; her eyes rolled back, her hand dropped lifeless, and he let her fall to the ground.

  Suddenly, a powerful female scream echoed. It was Lilith; she’d heard what happened and was now trying to force her way through the rift.

  “Fool! You had the chance to join us. Believe me, when I get through, another Gate will fall! There will be nothing left of you!” Wind in the cavern rose toward the rift.

  Rendil ran to his sword, grabbed it, and drove the blade into the ground in front of the shimmering tear. A scaled hand pushed through, clawed fingers groping for him; a long, dark talon grazed his cheek. He held his ground and poured Light into the sword.

  The breach began to close, sealing with a deafening female scream. Lilith's severed arm hit the ground. Draconic scales gleaming dark as oil, still twitching. Black smoke threaded from the severed wrist as the rift’s edge sealed with a hard, glassy crack, the stone knitting itself back together like fitted shards. After a while, all the demons dissolved.

  Rendil ran to his comrade.

  Did I just kill a high demon and wounded lord?

  He turned her over, and in his arms, she said: “You know... I wasn't sure if I’d have to kill you.”

  He smiled. “Let’s save that for next time, okay?” He handed her the dagger that had fallen from her hand when Naamah attacked, which he’d quietly picked up earlier.

  Wounded, she accepted the offer with a smirk.

  “Can you stand?” he asked.

  “Of course,” she said confidently, but couldn’t manage on her own.

  Amused, he grabbed her under the arm and helped her. He checked her wounds; they were deep, but nothing that couldn’t be healed once they reached Elion. The rift was closed, the demons defeated. They flew back to rejoin the unit.

  After landing, he carried her to the Light and began to heal her. As he laid the Light across her back, her breathing steadied and the blood faded; the healing had begun.

  “Elion, how are we doing?” he asked.

  “I’ve lost more than half the guardians; there are only fifty left.” Elion said as he crouched beside Synaa.

  Rendil nodded in thanks for the report. Synaa, now stabilized, was able to stand.

  Rendil looked at the lieutenant. “Elion, we have to move; we can’t stay here. And we still have a good twenty-four hours of travel ahead.”

  Elion looked at Synaa holding her chest. “Even though her bleeding’s stopped, it’s better to carry the captain to the fortress. The way back is a bit shorter, and flying her there will take you two hours, even with the return trip.”

  Rendil nodded his approval. “All right, go; I’ll find you!” Rendil lifted Synaa and shot toward the fortress. Elion turned back to the column to steady the march.

  It was already dawn. In the main courtyard, Vesaria saw them and immediately took charge of Synaa. “I can’t stay; the unit suffered heavy losses, but we believe the enemy is defeated. Synaa can give you the details once she's recovered.”

  “Go!” Vesaria ordered, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the clouds.

  He finally had a moment to himself.

  Did I really consider Naamah’s offer, or did it just seem that way? Would being with his family, even in some distorted way, really be better than continuing a losing battle with only worse outcomes?

  No.

  He pushed the thought away hard. Even if slightly better, that wouldn’t be a life for them. In Hell. With the damned. He had to be stronger than that. He couldn’t think like that, not even for a second. He had to be stronger. Surely the archangels have a plan to reclaim the Gates. He would not fall for such cheap temptations.

  He needed to relax and catch his breath. The hot wind blew on his face as he quietly enjoyed the flight. He landed by Elion, no longer planning to stay in disguise, since it no longer mattered. The enemy was defeated, and he could march with the others in peace.

  “Can’t I just fly the Light to the fortress?” he blurted, the first thought that came to mind.

  “Weeell... you could, but you’d lose it instantly. Light behaves differently in the air; you have to be grounded,” Elion said.

  “We haven’t had many of these transport missions so far.” Rendil said, shaking his head.

  “It's very individual; every squad or unit is different. Some have frequent rotations and are always given something new to do, others are stationed in one place for hundreds of years with hardly anything changing. Have you seen the biggest fortresses?” His eyes widened as he walked.

  “If I remember right, we’ve always served in those on the outskirts, Ice Spire Fortress can handle about four branches. But there are huge citadels in the center of these worlds; tens of thousands of guardians could fit inside.” Elion gestured broadly.

  “These smaller fortresses mainly serve as supply and observation stations. From them, we not only resupply even smaller outposts, but also monitor the area, track enemy movements, and detect danger in time. They’re strategic points that let us control a wider territory...” He waved his hand. “But you already know that,” Elion added with a faint smile.

  “Yes, but it’s hard to stop you once you start your monologue. And I think we have plenty of time to talk.” Rendil punched him in the shoulder.

  “By my estimate, about twenty-two hours,” Elion said.

  “Why aren’t there more doors we could use to travel comfortably between fortresses?” he asked as he looked at the clear blue sky.

  Elion thought about it. “Weeell... I’ve wondered that too. The number of doors in the world is limited, as you’ve surely noticed. They can overcome various obstacles and are often placed as entrances to fortresses.” Elion spoke, eyes fixed ahead.

  “So we can quickly send reinforcements or retreat if needed. For regular travel, they’re more like shortcuts and are often hours apart. I have no idea who designed and placed them.” He turned to look at him.

  “And now it’s my turn to ask! What did you find there?”

  “Besides the incubus we chased, there were also helions and Naamah, one of Lilith’s daughters.” he said, eyes on his boots as they moved through the sand.

  “Naamah? She must have been at least a high demon!” Elion said, surprised.

  “I don’t think she was quite at that level. I read about her in Metatron’s book. Even they didn’t know exactly how to classify her,” Rendil replied.

  “She couldn’t have been that strong. Don’t get me wrong, but you’re not even a fully trained captain yet!” Elion said, his face creasing.

  Rendil nodded. “She tried to lure me to her side; sensed I was human and my sins. I managed to hide Synaa’s dagger and use the element of surprise; I was just lucky. In direct combat, she hit Synaa twice and we barely saw her.”

  Elion just stared at him in disbelief. “Then Lilith herself tried to force her way through the Rift, but I managed to close it; she lost the hand she was trying to force through.”

  “I think they’ll remember you on the other side ...”

  Rendil laughed. “It’s all strange; I have no idea how much stronger I’ve become.”

  “What do you mean?” Elion asked.

  “When I fought the succubus in the air, I had enough strength to rip her wings off with my bare hands. And I stopped a baron’s hammer attack with the tip of my glowing sword; it barely moved me!”

  Elion just shook his head in disbelief. “Angels really are something else.” With a deep exhale he watched the Light branch flowing through the sky. “I’ve been here almost a thousand years, and I’ve never awakened that kind of strength in myself. I’d like to know what it feels like to hold that kind of power. I wonder if I ever will.”

  They paused for a moment. “One day you will; I feel your moment is close,” Rendil bumped his shoulder as they walked.

  “But being a lieutenant isn’t bad; I can still split a baron’s skull on the field. That’ll have to do for now!” Elion grinned and winked.

  Rendil smiled. “Tell me, did it ever occur to you to ask why we don’t have plumes or other decorations on our helmets? Not that I miss it; the whole thing gets in the way in battle as it is.”

  “Weeell... as Vikings we used to have horns, but the other side took those from us,” Elion joked and both of them burst out laughing. “And besides, a plain helmet still does what matters most: it keeps your skull from getting split open.”

  “So why don’t you like snow? As a Viking, you should be used to it, right?” Rendil changed the subject.

  Elion frowned. “You know, all my life in those conditions, you dig in hard ground where almost nothing grows. You’re always bundled up in furs, and frostbite is a constant companion. That was my whole earthly existence.” He inhaled deeply.

  “Now here, I get whatever I ask for; and that’s warmth. Oh, it’s Paradise, my brother. Trust me, I hope we don’t go to the Eighth Gate anytime soon!”

  They chatted a while longer and slowed to let the others catch up. They marched without trouble to the nearby fortification, where the local commander was already waiting for them.

  “Welcome, Captain! Lieutenant!” The commander bowed respectfully. “My name is Zephyrus.”

  “Rendil,” he introduced himself with a slight hand gesture to his side. “And this is Elion.”

  “We’ve brought supplies,” Elion added.

  “Thank the Heavens! Any longer and we would have had to pull our commanders off escort duty,” Zephyrus said.

  “Weeell... that would be pretty bad. Leaving the fortifications without the High Angels. If you had to leave the fortress, it would be much more vulnerable.”

  “It seems to me you had some trouble on the way,” the commander continued.

  “Yes; those who were ambushing our expeditions won’t be causing any more problems,” Rendil replied.

  “And who was responsible?” Zephyrus asked.

  “A few succubi and incubi. Their leader was Naamah...”

  The commander interrupted. “Lilith’s daughter is real? There were rumors...” He stood, startled.

  Rendil confirmed with a look. “It was close; Lilith herself almost got through. Luckily, Captain Synaa and I managed to close the Rift in time.”

  “But Naamah must be a powerful demon; how did you manage that?” Zephyrus's gaze moved from one to the other.

  Rendil shook his head. “We had a lot of luck and an excellent strategy. With this great unit, we managed to drive off the threat.”

  “May your Light shine true!” Zephyrus said, bowing gently again.

  “And may yours shine true as well,” Rendil replied.

  “Come; you must be tired after your long journey. Make yourselves at home!” the commander invited.

  “Thank you,” they replied, heading to the local barracks to rest before the morning's march home.

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