“Fuck.” Peter scanned the locker-lined hall like a spooked prey animal. “Guys, Dee Sonay is a motherfucking Pain Lord. I bet that’s a hundred times worse than a goddamn Demigorgon. What if she—”
Eun slapped his shoulder with a light backhand. “We have a few months until senior prom. We shouldn’t waste it by—”
“Peter is right.” Kora looked suspiciously from side to side. “We must be vigilant, lest that evil blaggard catch us unawa—”
Eun sighed. “Guys, this is exactly what she wants—can’t you see that?”
Kora scowled at Eun. “What do you suggest?”
“For starters, we shouldn’t be living in threatcon charlie—”
“Worst one’s delta,” Peter muttered.
“Whatever,” Eun said. “If we’re constantly paranoid, we’re gonna burn out.”
“Point,” Kora ceded grudgingly. “I guess we should tone it down…”
Eun nodded approvingly. Kora had switched back to using Earth-side lingo, meaning she was throttling back on the Kor’Thank SMASH! mentality. Both she and Peter had noticed that Kora’s speech was a rough indicator as to how she was feeling.
“We should,” Eun agreed. “Right now, there’s too many variables flying around. We have to assess the problem, and plan accordingly.”
“Strategy. As I said before, not my forte,” Kora grumbled.
“Don’t worry.” Eun smiled. “I’ve got you covered.”
Eun walked up to Blake and his jocks, all of whom were clustered around his open locker. Blake looked her up and down.
“Oh, look,” he sneered. “It’s Eun Yin—Peter Lee’s geisha fuck-buddy.”
“Oh, look,” Eun retorted, “It’s Blake Turner—an insecure roid-monkey clinging to the last vestiges of his self-importance. Deep down, he knows that as life progresses from frat boy keggers into quiet, desperate misery, he’ll spend his waking moments contemplating where it all went wrong. Take comfort in your racist insults, because existence is going to take everything of value from you.”
She paused for a second, then repeated herself. “Everything.”
There was a long, pregnant silence. The jocks exchanged uncertain glances. What just happened? And why do I feel so alone and empty?
“Damn,” Blake muttered. “I was just playing. Shit.” He closed his locker and glanced at his buddies. “I’ll see y’all later, a’ite?”
There were some muted nods and a couple Fo sho Fo shos. Eun smiled. Typically, they would have acknowledged Blake with ape-like hoots and a scatter of chest bumps.
“I’m flattered you think I want to talk to you,” she said to Blake, “but that’s not the case.”
“What?” His eyes narrowed. “So why are you here?”
Eun raked her gaze across the cluster of jocks. They were still standing around, despite Blake’s earlier dismissal.
They promptly dispersed, revealing Dee Sonay, clad in a black belly shirt and a matching skirt. She’d been standing in their midst, concealed by their hulking physiques.
“Her.” Eun nodded at the Pain Lord.
Blake’s mouth dropped open. “How did you know she was—”
Eun interrupted with an open hand. “Leave.”
“Impressive.” Dee smiled at Eun, her goth mascara deepening the shadows around her eyes.
The hallway was empty. It was just Eun and Dee, staring each other down.
“You’re a student here.” Eun didn’t look away.
Neither did Dee. “I am.”
“What do you want?”
“Really, Eun?” Dee gave her a disbelieving look. “You can’t figure it out?”
“I’m a dumb-ass human. We’re slow on the uptake.”
“Points for being honest.” Dee smiled again. “I’m here to end you, but it’s nothing personal—I’m here to end everyone. You, Peter, Kora…”
“And you think we can sate you?” Eun studied her. “Because I think you’ll just get hungrier, but you’ll also be lonely, because you won’t have anyone to actively push against.” It was Eun’s turn to smile. “You need us, Dee.”
Dee stiffened. “The only thing I need are your dying screams. Why the hell would I want someone to ‘actively push against?’ ”
“The only companionship you’ve ever experienced is through your enemies. You’re a sad, lonely creature who’s forgotten that she—”
“I don’t need ANYTHING!” Dee snarled. She punched the locker to her right without looking away from Eun, crumpling its face into a wrinkled mess. “ANYTHING!”
Hank the security guard came racing around the corner, ready to let loose with Why the hell aren’t you kids in class?
Dee snapped a single word at him: “Sleep.”
He dropped to the floor in a jumble of limbs.
Dee gave Eun a sly smile. “You’re smarter than you look. Got me to waste a little of my power—delayed my ascendance by a couple of seconds. Well played.”
“You’ve ingratiated yourself with Blake and his cronies. You’re going to use them; make sure that nothing stops your…what did you call it?” Eun was fishing, but she was reasonably confident in hazarding a guess.
The Pain Lord studied her with narrowed eyes.
Uh-oh. Eun had been counting on Dee to become arrogant and loose-lipped, but maybe she’d pushed it too far. Maybe she’d—
Dee smirked. “You’re trying to get me to reveal my plans. Cute, Eun. Real cute.”
Eun maintained her poker face. Shit—she’d pushed it too far. She’d gotten cocky and—
Dee scoffed; a light puff of air blew threw her nose, like she wanted to laugh, but it wasn’t worth the effort. “Yong-Thin’s maw, you are a simple creature. This isn’t a movie, this isn’t a fairy tale—this is real life,”
Eun stayed silent.
“I’ll tell you my plan,” Dee said, still smirking. “Want to know why?”
Eun held her breath. Maybe she’d read her correctly.
Dee leaned in. “Because your little band of fucktards have no chance of winning. None whatsoever.”
“Really.” Eun’s voice was even and level, with just a mild hint of curiosity.
“Yes—really.” Dee screwed up her face, mockingly repeating what Eun had just said.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Dee crossed her arms. “You’re correct—Blake and his idiots are going to make sure that you and your friends won’t cause trouble.”
Eun asked a stupid question. “You sure about that?”
Dee took the bait. “ ‘Are you sure about that?’ ” She looked mildly amused. “Of course I’m fucking sure. I’m a goddamn Pain Lord, Eun.”
“And a Pain Lord has no weaknesse—”
Dee sighed and inspected her nails. “Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to play the brave, defiant hero? Believe me—I’ve seen this before, and it never ends well for you wannabe saviors. Not when you’re going up against me, at any rate.”
“Kora knows magic. She might be able to—”
“Stop me?” Dee snorted. “Doubtful. You’ve got peashooters. I’m a motherfucking tank.”
“That’s not what Atriya said. He said we have everything we need.”
Dee recoiled, like someone had slapped her unexpectedly across the face. “You…you spoke to…” Her features went through a storm of emotions.
“That’s right.” Eun favored her with a predatory grimace. “The Celestine Paladin. That’s how I know we’re going to beat you. Atriya said that—”
“Don’t say his name!” Dee gasped. “Or I’ll order Blake and his friends to go on a goddamn murder spree!” She raised a shaking finger. “I will turn this school into a fucking killing field! Is that what you want, Eun? Is it?”
Eun raised her hands, palms out. “Easy, Dee. I won’t say his name, okay? Don’t freak out.”
Dee tried to wipe her brow, but her hand was shaking too violently, so she swiped her face against her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he said,” she muttered. “I’m still going to win.”
“Really?” Eun raised an eyebrow. “Because judging by your reaction, I’d say we’ve got you flanked. You may not see it, but—”
Dee erupted with high, manic laughter. “Flanked? FLANKED? HAHAHAHA! Bitch, please—you can’t flank a goddamn Pain Lord. You and your idiot band of fucksnacks are going to—”
“Win.” During the course of their conversation, Dee had been the one who’d interrupted Eun. Now it was her turn. “We’re going to win, Dee. You may have consumed billions, but I’m betting there’s a few people who’ve managed to stop you. We freed you from some kind of stasis, didn’t we? Someone trapped you in an extradimensional prison, and we accidentally freed you when we messed with the warp gate.”
Dee’s eyes narrowed again. “How could you possibly…” she shook her head. “Impossible. You couldn’t have known that.”
“Really? Are you sure about that? Are you positive?”
Fear flickered through Dee’s eyes. “You couldn’t have. A fleshling like you doesn’t have access to that kind of paradig—”
“Whether I do or don’t, you just confirmed it for me.” Eun smiled serenely, like a teen girl Buddha. “Thanks for the intel. This’ll be a whole lot easier than I first thought.”
Dee clenched her fists and leaned forward. An unnatural shadow fell across her eyes. “Tell me,” she hissed. “Tell me how you knew.”
Eun regarded her with cool aplomb, playing the cat to Dee’s mouse. “I thought I couldn’t say his name. We could just call him ‘A’ if you’d like.”
Dee’s fists shook and quivered. “You…you…” A strangled snarl escaped her lips, popping the bubbles of saliva that had formed on the corners of her mouth.
“You’re fucking dead,” she said evenly.
“Don’t I know it.” Eun’s voice was just as even. “We all are. The question is: will I succeed in fucking up your plans? Or maybe…” Eun smiled again. “Or maybe us fleshlings are gonna win—laugh and cheer when you get sucked back into your boring-ass cage. Sure, you’re made to consume, but there’s people—good people—who are made to stop you.” Eun spread her arms and looked from side to side. “Plus I know I’m temporary. I know that whatever suffering I’m going to endure…well, ‘this too shall pass,’ right? Can you say the same, Dee? As far as you know, your condition is permanent isn’t it?”
Dee was livid. “I am going to eviscerate your whole fucking family you fucking—”
“You’re a miserable excuse for a conscious being. You only know unending hunger, and the empty rush of consuming your prey. You only know me me me. Well guess what bitchcakes—” Eun put her hands on her hips. “Me and my buddies are the closest thing you’ll ever have to real friends, so enjoy us while you can. And goddamn,” Eun shook her head in seeming regret. “I don’t hate you for it; I pity you.” This last part was true. Eun regarded her with genuine compassion.
Dee closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She straightened up and fixed Eun with a glare. “I’m backed by the odds. I just got out of limbo, meaning that in all likelihood, I’ll devour countless universes before someone manages to imprison me again.”
“I’m fine with that,” Eun said. “When it’s my time to go, it’s my time to go. You though…you’ll wallow in every bit of pleasure you possibly can, so you can ignore the truth about what you really are. When you get right down to it, you’re no different than Blake and his dickheads. All of them are hanging on to their high-school glory days. You’re doing the same, only on a grander scale. Kind of appropriate you’ve become their leader.”
“Once I enhance them, there’s no way that you, Peter, or Kora can—”
Eun raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think we can’t outthink some juiced-up paste-eaters?”
This evoked a rueful laugh. “Blake and his morons are less than ideal, but they’re more than adequate. I plan on gifting them with otherworldly power—enough to crush your puny human frames. I tested Blake first. Apparently, he can deadlift two thousand pounds with his newfound strength.”
“That’s it?” Eun asked, deadpan. “You went the wrong direction, Dee. Blake’s already strong, but he’s dumb as shit. You should’ve tried to enhance his intelligence.”
“Oh that’s not all,” Dee said. “I’ve given them a nonhuman form—you’ll be fighting the equivalent of thirteen demons, or at least their equivalents.”
Eun wasn’t fazed. “Not a problem. The Paladin’s got us covered.”
Dee’s smile faltered. Not by much, but it was definitely noticeable. “His power is spread ridiculously thin; it encompasses every plane in the entirety of existence. He can’t help you directly, whereas I’m able to channel my energy into a single point of—”
“And that’s his strength, isn’t it?” Her eyes ticked across the Pain Lord’s face. “Like you just said—he’s woven into every configuration of matter, energy, and possibility. He’s always there. He’s always relevant. Can you say the same?” She slowly shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m betting my life on it, in fact.”
Dee’s mouth worked for several seconds. Finally, she snarled, “Most of the time, he isn’t even visible. Cowardly fuck won’t funnel his essence into a tangible—”
“But he’s everywhere, isn’t he?” Eun’s voice remained level, turning the question into a statement of fact. “He’s everywhere. And that’s what’s important.”
“He’s let plenty of people down, and you’re going to be no diff—”
“Not in the long run.” Eun was smiling again. “He’s never lets anyone down in the long run.” No one had told her this, but she could feel the truth of it deep in her gut. Not just in her gut—in her bones. “He’ll come through. He always does. You answer to him, don’t you?” Eun’s teasing gave way to genuine curiosity. “When it’s all said and done, you answer to him. You’ve purposefully forgotten—purposefully denied it, I imagine—so you could indulge your boring little fantasy of being a world-devouring titan.”
“That’s complete and utter bullsh—”
Eun cut her off. “In the end, you’re just a drab little footnote. I’d call you a piece of shit, but even that’s kind of romantic. You know—the self-aware dirtbag that pisses everyone off in funny and clever ways, then finally displays a modicum of heroism? Yeah—you’re not that.”
Eun paused. Then: “You’re just boring.”
Dee snickered. “I see what you’re doing—trying to get me riled up again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…I’m not gonna fall for your stupid-ass tricks.”
“Huh.” Eun raised her eyebrow. “Interesting—you saw right through me.”
“Don’t patronize me, you’re better than that. Is this all you’ve got? If it is, then devouring your world is gonna be a cakewalk.”
“You’re not an idiot, obviously. And you’ve been around long enough to pick up some clues as to how the multiverse works. All this…” Eun looked around, turning her palms up and indicating the entirety of existence. “All this craziness. So you know, Dee—you know we’re all caught in a cycle, and even though you’ve had a damn good ride, it’s guaranteed to end.”
“Eloquent insults—is that all you’ve got?” Dee cycled a hand by her ear. “Blah blah blah. Might as well be speaking in tongues—everything you’re saying sounds like gibberish.”
“My apologies. Forgot how smart you were.”
“Patronizing me. Again. You really think that’s going to help you?”
Eun smirked. “Here’s the breakdown, cunt-booger: until your ascendance, you’re going to invest energy into Blake and his dumbasses, but the question is: how much? Right now you’re vulnerable to other entities.” (Eun wasn’t sure, but her suspicions were confirmed a moment later, when a little tic materialized under Dee’s right eye) “So you’re gonna keep some energy all to yourself, just for security. You’ll direct some resources toward gathering intelligence, but not too much—your ascendance takes priority. If you start spending energy willy nilly, you’re going to slow yourself down by years…decades, maybe?”
Dee’s expression turned stony and cold.
Eun’s voice grew surer by the second. “Eons, I think. Something like you deals in eons. So right now, you have to play by our rules. Limited resources, limited time, and a lot of uncertainty. You don’t like that, do you? You’re used to a .99 batting average.”
By the looming silence and Dee’s death-stare, it was clear that Eun had struck a chord.
So she kept going. “You’re accustomed to constant gluttony, constant power. People think they want to be you, but they don’t—not really. I think that deep down, you don’t want to be you. I think once you’re finished with this world-devouring bullshit, you’ll become something else entirely. Something like me or Peter or Kora, maybe. Maybe even something like Atriy—”
Dee’s face quivered with rage. “Don’t say his fucking NAME!”
Eun wasn’t going to; she only wanted to get a rise out of Dee. “Okay, okay,” she said in a soothing tone. “My mistake—just a slip of the tongue.”
The Pain Lord scrutinized her with beady intensity—was this bitch for real? Dee had ripped through reality after reality, dismantling countless minds and sucking them into her ravenous essence…but there had been those few occasions. Those few occasions when a fleshling upstart had managed to thwart her. It had only happened a handful of times, but still…
Was Eun going to be the next one who—
Eun saw it all on Dee’s face: uncertainty, arrogance—even the hidden desire to transcend her design.
Dee’s expression became a disdainful sneer. “I’ll save you for last. You’ll see me rip apart everyone you love—friends, family, pets—before I toss their remains to my demon lieutenants. Maybe I’ll leave a few of them alive, so you can hear my minions strip them of meat. As I said before: the odds are against you. Doesn’t appear to have hit you, but just you wait—you’ll start losing sleep…get a little paranoid…that’s gonna feed me too, Eun.” Dee gave her a malevolent smile. “I like a little appetizer before the entree. You know…” she assessed Eun with a speculative gaze. “Ever thought about switching sides? My team comes with a hell of a lot more benefits.”
“But you’re stuck in a losing game, Dee.” Eun shook her head. “Stuck in the same, endless maze.”
“I could say the same for you.”
“Then game on, bitch.”
There was nothing more to say. They turned away from each other and went their separate ways, caught in an eternal cycle of polar conflict. Eun could sense it in the depths of her soul, but the Pain Lord couldn’t. Dee had to believe she was at the top of the food chain. That’s why she couldn’t stand Atriya’s name; she couldn’t stand knowing she was just another piece on a multidimensional chess board.
Eun, however, had no problem with it. She’d always known she was subject to forces beyond her control, that the best way forward in this ridiculous, arbitrary life was to do the best with what you had. She was hoping her approach would be enough—that it would allow her and her friends to defy the odds, and somehow find a path to victory.
But if they failed, that was okay too.
Because Eun knew it was just a game.