Chapter 76

Would it work?

Yes!

Again the answer came from inside his head, and somehow he knew it to be true. Without his powers, all he had left to him was the language of the gods, and he spoke that fluently. It was a language more powerful than any witch’s prayer, more commanding than any wizard’s magick, more controlling than even the gods. If it worked the way he expected, he would send a jolt into Hell that couldn’t be ignored.

* * * *

The days dragged by, but the nights were endless.

And then, on the night of the new moon, Judas began his vigil.

He stood high on the peak that was the Devil’s Doorway, where he could feel the sea spray, hear the thunder of the waves below, and feel the darkness of the night hugging him close like an amorous lover. As he threw the pieces of inscribed paper into the wind, Judas turned in each direction, the echo of the message urgent and distant as he lifted his voice.

“Oh, power of the North,

Oh, power of the South,

Oh, power of the East,