“It’s that easy? And then the Shining Demon will appear?”
Edgar hesitated.
“What?” Milo asked, suspicion in his voice.
“The Shining Demon doesn’t do that anymore,” Edgar said. “Appearing, I mean. You can’t make him come to you. Instead, you go to him.”
Amber went cold. “I what?”
Milo frowned. “She what?”
“I couldn’t get it to work, so I just have to go by what the guy who sold it to me said, all right? You put a match to the circle, and when it’s lit you … arrive.”
“Where?” said Milo.
“Wherever the Shining Demon is,” said Edgar.
“Hell?” Amber asked, her voice small.
“Maybe. But don’t look so scared. It’s absolutely fine. You’ll be perfectly safe.”
“It doesn’t sound perfectly safe,” Milo said.
“It is, though. She’ll be in no danger whatsoever. As long as she doesn’t step outside the circle.”
“I don’t like this,” Amber murmured. “Will you both be with me, at least?”
Edgar made a face. “We’ll have to stay here, I’m afraid. Them’s the rules. But you don’t have to worry about a thing. You’ll meet the Shining Demon. You’ll explain your situation. You’ll offer him the guy who welched on the deal in exchange for a way to protect you from your parents and their friends.”
“And only that,” said Milo. “Do not deviate from the script.”
“That’s a good point,” said Edgar. “The Shining Demon likes to talk, by all accounts, and he might try to get you to agree to something you really shouldn’t be agreeing to. Keep it simple. If he likes the terms, he’ll accept them. If he doesn’t, douse the flames and you’ll come straight back. Do not step out of the circle. I cannot stress that enough.”
“What if he pulls me out?”
“He won’t be able to touch you so long as you stay where you are. Also, for your own wellbeing, it’s probably advisable not to look directly at him.” Edgar got to his feet. “There. I think that’s everything.”
Amber looked up at him. “I still have, like, a billion questions.”
“A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,” said Edgar. “You’ll be fine. Come on, you can do it in the backyard.”
He took the powder flask and walked out to the kitchen. Milo got up, helped Amber stand. Her legs felt weak.
“Am I actually going to do this?” she asked.
“You can change your mind at any time.”
She expelled a long breath. “I can’t believe I’m going to actually do this …”
They went out back. The dark yard was modest, with a small pool that needed a serious skimming. Whether the sweat on Amber’s face was from the humidity or the trepidation, she couldn’t be sure. The rain had stopped, which allowed the cicadas to start singing again. Edgar led Amber to a patch of crabgrass and handed her the powder flask and a battered matchbook with a picture of a staircase on the front.
“All set,” he said.
She looked to Milo for instruction, but he just stood there, cool in the heat. Expecting either of them to correct her at any moment, she undid the stopper on the flask, crouched down, and began to pour.
The opening was small, and the fine black powder came out in a thin, steady stream. The warm breeze made the grasses ripple, but the powder flowed straight down like it was a perfectly still night. Amber turned 360 degrees, making sure not to leave any gaps, and when she finished she stood in the small circle and plugged the flask with the stopper. She held it out to Edgar, but he waved it away.
“Hang on to it until you’re done,” he said, and she hung the strap over her shoulder so that it dropped diagonally across her chest.
She took a match from the matchbook and crouched again. Her mouth was dry. Her hands were shaking. She needed to pee. She looked up at Milo.
“See you when you get back,” he said.
Amber ran the head of the match across the sandpaper strip. The match flared, and with shaking hands she put the flame to the powder. It lit instantly, expelling a stench so violent it made her head turn. The fire spread from the point of contact in both directions, and she stood and watched it surround her. When the flames met and the circle was complete, the flames turned blue and she was indoors now, in a castle, its vast walls constructed of hewn stone, its ceiling too high to see, its thick wooden rafters swallowed by shadows.
In front of her were five arched doorways with corridors like the fingers of a splayed hand. Tapestries hung on the walls, depicting various acts of depravity, their shock value immediately shamed by the even more gruesome images captured in the stained glass of the long windows that sliced through the wall above.
It was cold here. The sweat that had layered her body in the Miami heat was now making her shiver. Her breath crystallised in small clouds. She thought she was alone until she heard the giggle.
Someone was standing in the dark area between the doorways. Lurking.
“Hello?” she called. Her voice didn’t sound like her own. It sounded like the voice of a scared child. “I … I see you. I can see you. Hello?”
The shape didn’t move.
From somewhere, from elsewhere, came the sound of screaming, a chorus of pain carried to her on the wind. It was gone almost before it had registered.
“Hello,” said the shape.
It came forward, into the light. Tall and thin, a genderless thing, wearing a patchwork robe that may have been a gown. Heavy make-up, black and badly applied, rimmed its eyes, while its thin mouth was smeared with red lipstick. The foundation it used covered the entirety of its bald head in a thick grey-white that may have been ash.
“Are you the Shining Demon?” asked Amber.
The curious thing gave a high-pitched titter, covering its mouth with long-fingered hands.
“No, no, no,” it said in its curious voice. “No, no. But he knows you’re here.”
“Where am I?”
Another titter. “In his castle.”
“Is this hell?”
“To some. What’s your name?”
“Amber.”
“Hi, Amber. I’m Fool.”
“Hi, Fool.”
“Do you want to play with me?” Fool asked. “I know lots of games. Do you want to play Who Can Scream the Loudest? I’m very good at that. Or maybe Who Can Bleed the Most? I bet you’d win. I’ll give you a head start, if you’d like.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Step out of the circle, Amber.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” said Fool, moving closer. “Step out of the circle.”
Fool smiled. Its teeth were small shards of coloured glass sticking out from bloody gums.
It turned its head suddenly, its eyes narrowing. From one of the corridors came a glow.
“He’s here,” Fool whispered, and without giving Amber another glance it sprinted