The demon king, p.1
The Demon King, page 1
By Peter V. Brett
Demon Cycle Novels
The Warded Man
The Desert Spear
The Daylight War
The Skull Throne
The Core
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The Great Bazaar
Brayan’s Gold
Messenger’s Legacy
Barren
Butter Cookies and Demon Claws
The Nightfall Saga
The Desert Prince
The Hidden Queen
The Demon King
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Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1: A Far Shore
Chapter 2: Watchdogs
Chapter 3: Good Faith
Chapter 4: Court
Chapter 5: Pipes
Chapter 6: Wastrels
Chapter 7: Future of Despair
Chapter 8: Party Planning
Chapter 9: Olive’s Demon
Chapter 10: Cirene
Chapter 11: Shamosk
Chapter 12: Janas
Chapter 13: The Drain
Chapter 14: Drones and Thralls
Chapter 15: Execution
Chapter 16: A Price Is Set
Chapter 17: Damon
Chapter 18: Music Lessons
Chapter 19: Sedition
Chapter 20: Temptation
Chapter 21: Eating
Chapter 22: Summoned
Chapter 23: Interrogation
Chapter 24: Needles and Electrum
Chapter 25: Skating
Chapter 26: Political Prisoner
Chapter 27: Outbreak
Chapter 28: Unraveling
Chapter 29: Baadel
Chapter 30: Traitors
Chapter 31: Subjugation
Chapter 32: Dark
Chapter 33: We Are All Resistance
Chapter 34: ’Rella
Chapter 35: Zegan
Chapter 36: The Common Defense
Chapter 37: Hunted
Chapter 38: Links in a Chain
Chapter 39: War
Chapter 40: Wardskins
Chapter 41: The Grotto
Chapter 42: Alybrax
Chapter 43: Conquering Fear
Chapter 44: Hive Mind
Chapter 45: What I Want
Chapter 46: Homecoming
Ward Grimoire
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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For all the readers who joined me on this journey
Prologue
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The human livestock have many names for me in their crude language of grunts and gestures.
The Prince of Lies. The Father of Demons. Alagai Ka, the First Demon.
The Demon King.
None are far from the truth, though my regality now lies in ruin. I am Consort to a dead queen, first among a slaughtered mind court, center of a shattered hive. Once, perhaps, I was first among my kind. Now I am the last, and that, too, the stock would name Alagai Ka.
Victory had been so close. Had the hatchling queen simply made for the hive, we would be entrenched now, growing in power as my seed quickened within her and she began to lay a new generation of demons to repopulate the hive.
But hatchling queens are gluttonous for flesh and magic. The fortress of our enemies was rich in both, and destroying it would have bought us decades—perhaps centuries—to rebuild.
We have done it before.
This time, however, the humans had a talisman they did not have in millennia past. A talisman we did not foresee. My new queen was destroyed in midair, and I fell from her embrace, still weak from mating.
The drop alone might have killed me, but the fall sent me skittering along the protective dome of the fortress’ powerful wardings. It slowed my descent, but the price was agony. The rebounding forbidding burned my withered flesh and drained what little magic I had in reserve.
I had yet to recover my wits upon striking the ground when my enemies were upon me. With a keen, I summoned drones in the area to defend me, sacrificing them for time to enter the between-state, separating the particles of my flesh until they became pure energy, immune to physical threat. Quickly, I fled down the nearest vent to my center of power in the hive. A well waited there to restore me.
But like his sires, the Corrupt Son had also learned to enter the between-state. My enemies followed, and I was unprepared for their attacks as I materialized.
The Duality’s blows threatened to crack my cranium, and the Explorer’s Corrupt Son managed to sever my arm. I reached for my well of power, but my foes were beyond reason, following me even there, ready to use the well’s power to detonate the entire hive and themselves with it in an attempt to destroy me.
Flee! Flee! Flee!
What else could I do? This time too far for my enemies to follow—even if they were fools enough to try. A desperate course, but the only one left to me.
I was arrogant. Arrogant like a hatchling mind, yet to be tested. I thought the stock little more than insects, and underestimated them even as they thwarted me time and again.
Thrice, their sires bested me.
Twice now, these young hatchlings. A third meeting might well be my undoing. The stock have nothing else to strip from me but my life. I must forget them, forget my hatch hive, forget everything, and start anew.
There are other hives in the vastness of the world, but we do not seek one another out. Indeed, discovery of a rival hive is most often a prelude to war. But without a queen to bond to, I will die. With a well of power and the restorative Sleep, I might stave it off for some time, but I have neither of those now.
Only once have I sensed another queen—when I first woke from the Sleep to find my hatch hive empty. Across the sea, at the far edges of my senses, there was a queen. The magic surrounding her was powerful, the sign of an active hive with princes and a Consort of its own. I feared to probe deeper lest they sense me and become alert to our territory when we were at our weakest.
Now that distant hive is my only hope to survive. It will not be easy to get an enemy mind court to accept me, but if I can gain the attention of the queen, it may not matter. I have vast memories for her to absorb, making her and her hive stronger. Enough, perhaps, to secure a safe place to regain my strength, even if I must kneel to a new Consort…for a time.
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I make for the hive at the speed of thought. The distance is vast but immaterial in the between-state. The hive’s power is enormous, growing in brightness as I approach, but then I see the patterns, and my awe turns to horror.
I turn away from the entrance just in time, spat from the nearest vent into water so cold it shocks my body as I rematerialize. Such petty discomforts could not touch me when I was strong, but drained as I am, it is all I can do to flail my way to the surface with my remaining arm and drag myself out of the water.
Casting about with my senses, I find myself in a series of half-flooded grottoes at the edge of a powerful wardnet. Water is a poor conductor, but the moment I crawl onto the sand, sophisticated magical alarms are triggered by my presence.
This isn’t what I feared, a hostile hive with powerful minds of its own. This is something much, much worse.
I remembe r the long months I spent captive to humans, weak and humiliated as I groveled before them. Never again!
My grievous wounds were healed when I rematerialized, but I remain weak, and my severed arm cannot be restored without the aid of a mimic. My reserves of power are gone—my magic down to little more than the spark that gives life to this shivering flesh as ice crystals begin to rime my hide.
There is no free magic to Draw upon, but this close to the hive, I can sense the queen nearby, and her very presence is enough to slow my withdrawal. I must keep close as I attempt to regain my strength.
I enter the between-state before enemies can respond to the alarm, skating along the edge of the wardnet. I Read the terrain as I speed past, probing for a place to hide, to heal, to plan.
The lands beyond the wards grow quickly less hospitable, but even here, the human infestation clings on. It takes effort to rematerialize and put out a psychic call, but it is worth it to feed, opening the skulls of my prey and feasting on the soft meat within, absorbing thoughts and memories, learning about this new land.
Far enough to resist the pull of the hive ward, I find a vent in a fetid swamp and steal beneath the surface. Carefully I ward a small nest and cocoon for the Sleep while the vent slowly restores my strength.
Queens emit the physical and psychic suppressors my kind need to survive. Without them, my body will begin to dysregulate, and eventually I will torpor and die.
I envy the Duality in this. Where they have transcended the gender binary, I remain a slave to it.
Chapter 1
A Far Shore
I’m Darin Bales, and I might’ve just made a big mistake.
Crazy enough I picked a fight with the da of all demons. Crazier still, I almost won. But when he up and rabbited, I did the craziest thing yet and chased him like a hound all the way across the rippin’ sea with no idea or plan on how to get back. Worse, I took Olive Paper, Duch Regent of Hollow, with me.
Gonna be questions with us disappeared, but I reckon folk’ll be all right now that we done our part. Thanks to Olive, her da is around to take care of her army at the Spear of Ala, and now that I sprung Olive’s mam, reckon she’s already on her way back to Hollow. They’ll put things right.
Of the three parents Alagai Ka took, I was the only one to lose. Mam died the same way Da did, fifteen years later almost to the day. Gave her own life to destroy Safehold, same as I meant to do for the hive.
We were linked when she done it. Beings of pure energy wrapped together like one of Uncle Gared’s giant hugs. I felt what she felt, up until she cast me back. Felt her make the decision to leave me. To die for me. To give her life to keep everyone in the world—but most of all me—safe.
Wouldn’t have to deal with that pain if I’d up and died, too. Might be I’d’ve found her and Da on the other side, though I ent ever held much faith in that. Either way, I’d be at peace.
But I din’t die, so now I got to live with it. Mam’s gone. Not just missin’ this time. She’s gone for good, and I got her dying emotions rattlin’ around inside me like Succor dice.
I’m so tired. Been holding it in for months, all the little discordances I had to endure to get us to New Krasia, then across the desert, then the hunt for Safehold. And what did it get me? Pain, loss, and a frantic journey to warn Olive what was coming.
Now I’m on my hands and knees in wet sand, shivering in the cold night air. My clothes are soaked, the waves still lapping at my legs.
It’s all I can do not to just lie down and die. Might have, but Olive Paper ent the sort to give up. She hauls me out of the water, spitting the salt from her mouth as she sets me upright with one arm. “Where are we?”
It’s all I can do to offer a weak shrug of my shoulders. “Across the sea.”
“That isn’t terribly helpful,” Olive says, looking around. Her brother Asome’s helm has a circlet not dissimilar to a crown. The electrum headpiece is bright with magic, no doubt with a demonbone core. With it on, I expect her night eyes see as much as mine.
Still, I scan the area, trying to Read something she’s missed on the currents of magic, or with my other senses. To our backs, the vast sea appears nearly magic-dead. Water is a poor conductor, and salt water is worse yet. The flows are weak on the beach, where water saturates the sand beneath the surface. Even drained as he is, Alagai Ka would be a bonfire to our eyes.
“I don’t see the demon,” Olive says.
“Me either.” I inhale deeply through my nose, catching a hint of his scent, back the way we came.
I shiver again, then turn slippery, letting all the water slide off me. When I suck back in, my clothes are line-dry. Already I feel warmer, but I can see body heat, and Olive is turning blue.
I reach out a hand, but Olive shies from taking it, smelling scared. Can’t blame her, after I dragged her all this way. Used to hate it when Mam did that to me. Still ent used to it. Olive’s smart to be worried.
More, when we link auras, it gets us inside each other’s heads and hearts same as it was for me and Mam right up until she died. I’m to give honest word, I don’t want that any more than Olive does.
“Won’t link us or skate without your permission,” I say, keeping the hand extended. “Can’t, unless my will’s stronger’n yours, and that ent a bet I’d take.”
She seems mollified at that, taking my hand as I use just a touch of magic, inviting her body to turn slippery, letting all the sand and wet slide right off everything from her hair to the scales of her armor.
She looks warmer immediately and glances at her armor in appreciation. “Thanks, Dar.”
I let go. “Those scales are good against claws, but I reckon it’s hard work getting sand out.”
“I have people for that…” Olive trails off. Neither of us got people now.
I tap my nose. “Got the spoor.” Olive lifts her spear, following as I sniff my way back beneath a great overhang of stone and down into the half-submerged grottoes. Doesn’t take long for the demon’s stink to lead me to the spot where he emerged from the water, probably just moments before us. The ground is still marked by his claws, and I can see an impression of his big knobby head in the sand.
Sight makes me angry and ashamed. I was ready to give up a moment ago, but I ent done. If I got to go, I’m taking that son of the Core with me. Owe it to Mam and Da.
“He’s gone,” Olive says.
“Ay, but he’s been here,” I say. “He’s weak, wounded, and can’t travel much farther until he gets his strength back. Came here because he sensed a queen. We find her, we find him.”
“You make it sound simple,” Olive says.
“Is,” I say. “Demon thought he’s been huntin’ us all this time. Now we’re huntin’ him.”
I sound confident. Even to myself. It’s what both of us need to hear. I can smell Olive’s renewed determination, and feel braver for it. One last fight, and then—one way or another—I’ll never have to fight again.
I open up my senses, trying to sort out the strange currents of magic. The sea explains some of it, but not all. The flows ent natural, venting up through the shallow water like morning fog over Fishing Hole and immediately drifting like they’ve caught a breeze down into the caves.
No vents on the shallow patches of dry land, but if Olive and I had materialized farther out to sea, we’d have drowned.
Olive sees it, too. “There’s a greatward nearby.”
I nod, comforted. Normally I’m the one has to explain these things. Always makes me feel safe to have Olive Paper around.
It’s cold here. Ent just the wind and wet. It was summer in Thesa, but we’ve come a long way. Even the seasons are different. Still new moon, though, or close enough for Alagai Ka. Common knowledge is mind demons don’t come to the surface when the moon is showin’. Ent sure if it’s a fatal allergy or just somethin’ they don’t like the taste of.
“Could he have gone back to Thesa?” Olive asks. Don’t need to know why she’s worried. Both of us got folk in danger if he does.
I shake my head. “That jump took a lot out of me, and I was stronger’n him at the end. Reckon he’s close and lookin’ to feed.”
