Not yet, my son. There is still so much work to do.
“How much longer, Lord? I have opened so many red doors, I have cleansed more heretics than I can count. How much longer?”
Until the world is silent. There are so few left, and you mus
t save them all. You must guide each of them to the red door.
“Mother Rose and I are always in the service of—”
You, my child, are my trusted servant. You.
Tears fell like rain from Saint John’s eyes, falling to the ground. His body shook with sobs, and he beat his fists upon the ground.
Last of all shall I bring you home, my believed son. Last and most treasured of all.
Saint John wept until his chest ached from it and his throat was raw.
Then, slowly, as if he lifted the entire world with him, he rose from the ground and climbed wearily to his feet.
He turned and looked at the crimson horrors behind him.
“Until the world is silent,” he said thickly. He sniffed back the last of his tears. “Such is the will of Thanatos—praise be to the darkness.”
Then he turned once more and followed the footprints of the two teenagers into the forest.
43
CHONG WAS HAVING THE WEIRDEST DREAM.
He felt as if he was flying.
Not happy flying, like in his dreams where he would rise up out of bed, swoop down the stairs, and zoom out into the streets of town and then soar up to dive and play with eagles and falcons. No, this was a bumpy, smelly, strangely loud kind of flying.
And it hurt.
He tried to move his hands and feet, but they seemed . . .
He fished for the proper way to describe it to himself.
They seemed . . . tied. Restrained.
Chong opened his eyes for just a moment and saw impossible things. He was moving across the ground at an incredible rate of speed. Faster than a horse could run. The ground was bumpy, and there was smoke in his nostrils.
He turned his head and saw the tanned back of a slim girl seated in front of him.
Her name was just beyond his reach.
The explanation to all this was just beyond his reach.
As he grabbed for it, the darkness came and took him again.
44
BENNY AND NIX STOOD IN SILENCE, LOST FOR THE MOMENT IN THE ENORMITY of what they now knew to be the truth.
Two planes.
Maybe more. Probably more.