Chapter 139: End of an era (1/2)

Boston, vampire fortress, seven days after the battle at Black Harbor.

“... recommend that those so-called werewolves be either kept in reserves where their tendencies would not lead to bodily harm, or that they be culled entirely out of mercy. Only the Lord may bring an end to their suffering, but only we can ascertain that they do not contaminate us.

“The last segment of this report concerns creatures called ‘vampires’. For reasons that will soon turn apparent, reliable information of vampires has proven extremely difficult to acquire. In fact, the committee would have relegated them to the domain of speculation, were it not for the compelling similarities in the testimonies we collected on the elusive creatures. Witnesses, mage and mundane alike, all agree on several elements.

“First, vampires look and sound like humans, and most agree that they possess an uncanny charisma that allows them to infiltrate every strata of society. They spread their influence over their domain until every other supernatural group either leaves or falls under their spheres of influence. Mages, in particular, have mentioned ‘night-held towns’ as hostile cities where uninvited visitors disappear after dark.

“This leads us to the notion of night. It is a universally accepted fact that vampires dislike the rays of the sun, and that they may not even survive them. Vampires cannot enter a home without being invited — please note that it does not extend to public works — cannot be present on sacred ground, and fear fire with a passion.

“Those weaknesses do little to offset their incredible strengths. Depending on whom you ask, vampires move faster than the eye can see and easily display impossible feats of strength. One retired mercenary in particular, while deep in his drinks, admitted that he had seen a male specimen slaughter a whole squad of soldiers in the time it had taken him to raise his rifle. Others spoke of bodies savaged as if by grizzlies. Although fear and exaggeration may have inflated their reputation, vampires seem capable of amazing feats of physical prowess.

“Despite their blatant weaknesses and arguably low numbers, we recommend that vampires become the main focus of our group. Indeed, the lack of reliable information would indicate that they are the most dangerous, cohesive group. They may have already infiltrated the highest levels of the government. If we wish to safeguard the sanctity of our nation, it is imperative to uproot the most insidious supernatural elements before we can address the larger problems of mages, whose removal from society will require effort on a much larger scale…”

I place the report on my desk and look across the room at Sephare. The petite vampire daintily puts her cup down, taking her time in an affected fashion that sets my teeth on edge.

“It was inevitable. Revealing our influence was going to create a backlash,” she observes.

“And we all agreed that it was preferable to pierce the abcess now to limit the risk of a public opinion shift against us.”

“Yes. Of course. Still, the distrust of werewolves means that we will have to feed some of them to the government’s supernatural control body sooner or later. Their tolerance of us will only diminish as time goes on. The government is decided by election and elections are carried by the masses, not the city elites. They will need their bloodbath.”

“Then I suppose that we must find them ferals soon.”

“Ariane.”

“If you are considering taking my werewolves, the answer is no.”

“Ariane, a sacrifice...”

“HSSSSS!”

Sephare opens her hand in a gesture of appeasement.

“Perhaps we can revisit this topic later.”

“There is nothing to revisit. Those under my protection will not be forced to surrender a loved one for the sake of pleasing backward bumpkins who will only want more. Lynching is a bloodsport, Sephare. People love bloodsports. They always have.”

“What we need now is time. Are you truly willing to die on that hill?”

“Someone is dying on that hill, Sephare. I am a Devourer. We keep our words in spirit. Do not go after my allies out of convenience when the country is filled with groups we would not mind seeing gone instead.”

“Hmmm. Perhaps you are correct, or perhaps you also need to learn how to bend.”

I half expected that. By helping to gather such a large army, I have become a problematic element within the Accords. The contrast between my official position as a minor actor and the influence I wield fills others with distrust. It does not matter that it was a one off, with most factions agreeing to follow me out of necessity and as reward for past favors. Our kind likes clearly marked hierarchies, at least until the next major power play. Sephare is subtly suggesting that I allowed myself to be ‘put down’. Roll on my back and offer my throats to pacify the rest. Clearly, she does not understand how Devourers think. I only bend if I have already lost.

“Submitting now will not erase our kin’s memories of Black Harbor.”

“It would help.”

“Not if it comes from me. I could not be genuine.”

She sighs.

“Very well. Come, Constantine must be waiting for us.”

We stand up and leave Sephare’s busy office. Mortals rush past us as we cross the velvety corridors of the fortress’ brand new wing, used exclusively for matters of governance. We walk out into the summer night and across a garden of roses, gathering a lot of attention as we go. The number of mortal attendants has increased dramatically in the past few years.

I greet Wilhelm the butler as we enter the main building and we are let out into Constantine’s office by his silent bodyguards without issue. The Speaker invites us to sit with a gesture as he hurries to finish a message. When he is done, he takes the time to clear the space before him. I recognize this ritual as the premise of a long speech. It means that he will dedicate his entire mind to the exchange.

“Ariane, thank you for coming. We are forming a government.”

“Ah?”

I thought we already had one?

“Do not ‘ah’ me, young one. We are getting more and more involved with the affairs of the mundane world. The Accords will require a unified executive branch to direct our influence. Sephare and I have started to distribute the main roles and make sure that every alliance has their say. I have surrendered internal security and treasury to the southern faction, for example.”

Taxes!

Arggggg.

“We were thinking about you for the office of supernatural relations, as part of the diplomatic branch under Sephare. You have already proven yourself quite capable at handling other groups. Would you be interested?”

I think about it for a good minute.

“I have two conditions.”

“We are offering you an important government office and you have demands?” Constantine asks with a frown. I hiss softly in answer, though it is a faux-pas. The past ten days have been harrowing in many ways.

“Do not pretend that it could not be a garbage, thankless position. I can already imagine it. The mortals come to me with grievances and I am brushed off by my peers, then vampires demand that I force unruly allies to fall in line. I end up caught between a hammer and hard place, despised by all. Please.”

Constantine turns contemplative. Of course, it did not occur to him. He merely inspected a list of tasks to be done and matched a job description to each, not even considering how those could be abused and twisted. He is still enamored with systems, and dismissive of the people seeking to exploit them.

“Perhaps I should ask someone else if they want the position,” he tells me curtly.

“Then do so. I care not,” I reply, calling his bluff. I would rather have someone else place their hands in that absolute bear trap of a job.

Sephare smiles with indulgence.

“It would not hurt to hear those conditions. After all, we might even gain insight into the structural weaknesses of our little project.”

“Oh, very well. Do enlighten us, Ariane.”

“Right. First, I need the authority to enforce compliance and cooperation from my peers. If I tell a Warden to stop fighting and wait for council-backed arbitration to solve their dispute instead of killing everyone, I need to be able to stop them by force if they simply ignore me. Similarly, if we decide to assist allies with defending themselves, I need the backing and assistance of our kin in combat. Otherwise, I would merely be a glorified messenger.”

“Compliance is a matter of internal security while war is under the purview of Jarek. It would also go against my wish that every vampire remains the supreme authority within their territory. Hmmm. A difficult choice.”

“You will have to decide.”

“Indeed. You have raised a valid concern. I will rethink the position and come back to you, if that is agreeable. In the meanwhile, you had another condition?”

“Yes. I can only enter the function in a decade. I am going to join the knights.”

This must be the first time that I see true surprise on Constantine’s hawkish face. Even his aura flickers.

“You what?”

“I am losing control of my aura. Jimena believes that knight training will help me reach the next step or at least help me bring the situation under control. As you know, if I follow the training to its conclusion, I will be honor-bound to assist the knights for at least ten years.”

“But… I was informed that such weakness was merely temporary…”

“Yes and in the meanwhile I am terribly vulnerable. Unpredictable urges leave my essence so depleted that I can barely run at a human speed. This is a recipe for disaster. I am leaving.”

“Ah, I see. I had not realized that the problem had become so dire. In that case, you may decide on a deputy while you are away. Melusine, perhaps?”

“She is too busy with managing our common wealth, and will be even busier when the war ends. Say, would you object to a Rosenthal?”

“Of course not. Ah, you mean one who still has loyalties to that crone?”

“Yes.”

“I see no objection, but remember that their behavior would be your responsibility. I will go back to you on the position I offered. In the meanwhile, the council is about to start. Let us go now.”

***

Accords Council room, fifteen minutes later.

“And as for our first order of the night, questions addressed to Ariane, Warden of Illinois. Warden, you have the floor. You may select who will ask the next question.”

I fully expected my peers being about on edge over the whole affair, and I was warned beforehand anyway. I have no issue confronting them.

I wave a hand to invite someone relatively neutral, the Warden of Maryland, to speak.

“Did you know or expect in any way that your sire would be present.”

“I had no idea that he would be present, no, nor did I cooperate with him beforehand. I have also not been in touch with him since. This is the truth. On my blood I so swear.”

The Warden nods to show assent and backs out. The next to speak is Vadim of the Vanheim, who alone can ride a Nightmare through their native dimension.

“Are the werewolves safely corralled, and will they become an issue in the future?”

“They have returned to my territory, yes.”

“And what are they doing?”

How would I know? Do they expect me to ride out every day and discuss their business over tea and crumpets?

“Digesting?”

Vadim raises an amused brow, but does not press the matter. He and I are of a mind on my subjects, simply by being outsiders with very little link to our clans. The next person is the replacement for Yann, Warden of Virginia, the same whom Constantine slew in this very room. He is a recent lord by the name of Benoit, who clearly opposes the faction I belong to. His strict demeanor has irked a few of us, but there is no denying his administrative skills. He is as good as the Speaker and considerably smoother. He bears the manners of a private, dark-eyed tutor elevated to raise a prince and who has been insufferable ever since.

“We are concerned about a group of notoriously unruly creatures left uncontrolled, especially in these troubled times. For the sake of all, you must allow us to supervise them, and implement whatever measure we deem necessary to guarantee peace.”

I wait in silence, until Benoit loses patience.

“Well?”

“I am still waiting for your question.”

“Will, you,” he asks slowly as if talking to a child, “or will you not work towards the common good by putting a muzzle on your dogs?”

“I will not. Next question?”

I see no point in engaging in a pointless exchange of barbs with one who may be more proficient at this art than I am. By being curt, I show dismissal more than weakness. All those present know that the way I handle my ‘constituents’ does not concern them. If they want to intervene, they will have to force a motion through the council and break the tradition of letting Wardens handle their own affairs. It will not happen any time soon.

“Explain your contingency plan if archmage Lewis suddenly decides to turn on us and sends the government on our trail.”

“I will hide and watch with amusement as his own Cabal tortures him to death. Next question?”

“You are not taking this seriously! Your childish behavior dishonors this noble assembly, Devourer.”

“I am granting your ‘questions’ the respect they deserve, Warden. I see that you are done. Next person, please.”

Naminata unexpectedly comes to my help with a question on the state of the wounded soldiers taken to the White Cabal city of Avalon. Since they fought by my side, I made sure that they were treated fairly and healed by my allies. I even let them keep their expensive weapons. It always feels surreal when she acts so seriously.

In the end, Benoit suggests that I be removed from managing the relationship with the White Cabal on account of ‘gross negligence’, but the proposal finds little traction, even among my rivals. For once, Benoit made a mistake. The arrangement with the White Cabal is with me personally, not with the current Warden of Illinois. As such, it is considered a private matter and is none of their business. The session soon turns to the future and its difficulties.

“This message we intercepted shows that the Office of Supernatural Affairs under Archmage Lewis’ control will not suffice. The veil we put over the mortals’ eyes will tear soon enough, and the public will turn on us as expected. Right now, our control over newspapers afforded us a period of grace, but it will not last. We need to prepare,” Adam of the Roland says. He is a more moderate member of the southern faction.

“I already expect our dear Sephare to take over the organ responsible for finding and killing us and imagine that it would be enough,” he continues.

I mask my reaction. I thought that too.

“Unfortunately, the rule of law is merely a distant concept in most of the country. We must prepare for pogroms and purges. I request the creation of a standing mercenary army.”

We look on, surprised. Adam usually advocates for less involvement with mortal affairs.

“Right now, the bill of Habeas Corpus has been temporarily suspended by the president. With so many soldiers everywhere, few will risk outright riots, and those will be quickly quelled. After it is done, however, the army will shrink. A lot of men will find themselves without employment. We must make use of this opportunity and take over cities where riots are the strongest. To protect peace, you understand.”