Chapter 73: Man vs Memory

Chapter 73: Man vs Memory

The trip was as uncomfortable as the landscape was beautiful.

The false Ren took the wheel the way the real one hadnt in years. The Renault Kangoo drove through a green landscape worthy of an Italian countryside postcard. The area felt incredibly familiar to Basil for a reason he couldnt put his finger on, but also unnatural on a closer look. The leaves of the trees on the path followed a uniform design, and the wind smelled of oil paint. The snowy mountains beyond were as lifeless as icicles. Everything about this strange world smelled of trickery and deception.

Then why did its inhabitants feel so earnest?

So The fake Ren coughed as he warily observed the snowy road through the northern mountains. Although there were no other cars around, the Old Man drove conservatively and safely. The world has ended, but people are still here?

Yes, Basil replied absentmindedly, his eyes turned to the landscape outside. Plato and Aya played a game at the back of the car, with each of them throwing back and forth a small ball at the other. They were on their third, after accidentally throwing their first two out of the car.

And everything works like one of your video games?

Yes, Basil replied. He had conveniently avoided mentioning Dismaker Labs role in the disaster. Since Aya seemed so confident Pluto was a good person, she would probably react with denial and obstruct them; at this point, all Basil wanted was to leave this place and find his team as soon as possible.

And you say you were fighting mummies and a three-headed dog in a pyramids basement, which also happened to be the Louvre?

We didnt get past the UNESCO HQ, but technically yes.

And giant bugs burned down the house?

Basil sighed in despair. Yes. I swore a blood oath over it.

The fake Ren scoffed. Again?

We all did, Plato said at the back. Even the plant. Especially the plant.

I see, the Old Man muttered.

Youre taking this well, Basil said in suspicion. The real Ren would have been mad at losing the home of his dreams.

I live in an exact copy of my old house, and walls matter less than the people living between them. What matters is that you all survived. The fake Ren nodded slowly. Your tale is quite elaborate for a fantasy. You should write a novel about it.

I wish it was a dream, Basil said sharply. No matter what Plato had said, this trip was starting to sound like an exercise in patience and frustration management. Believe what you want.

Oh, I believe you. The old man chuckled darkly. After everything that happened, if you had told me aliens and demons were behind everything I would have taken your word for it. When nothing makes sense, everything does.

What an elegant way to sum up the apocalypse so far.

In truth, the fake Ren said with a low, soft voice. Im proud of you.

The illusion said it so earnestly, so candidly, that Basil almost believed him on the spot. He clenched his fists in anger. Youre proud?

Arent you? the fake Ren smiled warmly. You have saved hundreds of lives, maybe thousands. Defeated monsters and demons, tamed a dragon, and slain living gods. If even half of what you said isnt an embellishment, then youve proven yourself a hero twice over.

Basil didnt respond. He had always wanted to hear these words from the original Ren, but the fact the praise came from the mouth of a fake left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He kept his hand close to his halberd, half-expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment.

The fake Ren briefly glanced at him, his gaze faltering with sorrow. He didnt ask any other questions afterward.

The path took them beyond snowy mountains and to the frontier of the illusory world. Literally. The icy ground stopped in front of a greenish-blue wall representing the sky joining with the earth. The fake Ren parked the car nearby and Basil stepped out of it first in his haste. He moved to the border of this fantasy land, his hand pressing against a solid wall. He felt oil paint under his nails, as if the sky itself was a giant portrait.

This is some Truman Show-levels of mind bending weirdness, Basil muttered to himself.

On the bright side, I can officially mark the sky as my territory, Plato said as he joined his best friend with the others. Im tempted to open the pee pipe and let the domination fluids flow.

I brought a litter in the car hold, Aya replied cheerfully. And cat snacks too!

Ohoh, truly? Plato licked his lips. I havent eaten good ones in weeks!

Dont get distracted, Plato, Basil said sharply. He didnt see any beach around, so he was starting to wonder if they had been lured into a trap. Where is this portal you spoke of?

Right there, Aya replied, pointing at a spot on their left. You can see the frame.

Basil squinted at the painted false sky, and quickly understood what the little girl meant by frame. A wooden archway stood embedded into the border of the false world, barely standing out from the rest of the structure. The space inside it was blue instead of pale green, and when Basil approached it, he smelled the odor of the sea. He pressed his hand against the surface, his fingers phasing through as if crossing a painted veil; the air was cooler on the other side, saltier too. This portal reminded Basil of an optical illusion portrait.

Mr. Pluto wants to see you, Aya said with a smile. That means you must be the good guys.

Of course we are, Plato deadpanned. Somehow, Basil could tell what he was truly thinking:that there was no good person on the other side.

Its like were inside a painting or something, Basil said as he pulled back his hand. Are there other portals like this one?

Not that I know of, Aya replied before touching the portal. Unlike Basil, her hand failed to get through it, much to her disappointment. Oh he wont let me in.

Let me try, Plato said as he peeked through the portal. His head vanished into the painted veil while the rest of his body remained behind. After a few seconds where Basil started to worry for his health, the tiger cub pulled back from the doorway. Mmm.

What did you see? Basil asked with a frown.

Another giant litter full of sand, Plato replied with a shrug. Each one is bigger than the last, if you ask me. I hope well get a wish with the last one.

The fake Ren examined the portal for a few seconds, before trying his luck at crossing it. His hand stopped against the painted surface, unable to penetrate it. Hello, is there someone inside? he asked, knocking on the portal as if it were a door. Can you let us in?

Do you think Pluto will open the portal if you ask nicely? Basil deadpanned.

The dead cannot escape Naraka.

Mister Bohen, Mister Plato? Aya joined her hands shyly. Can I ask you something?

Sure, Basil whispered. He couldnt deny a last request.

If you meet my cat, Misha, can you give her a message? Shes golden and small and adorable and lived with me in Tunis, you cant miss her.

She might as well have described millions of cats, but neither Basil nor Plato had the heart to point it out to her. What message? the Rakshasa Kitten asked quietly.

Aya looked down at her feet. That it wasnt her fault.

Such a short sentence, and yet one that implied so much.

We will tell her, if we meet her, Plato promised with a paw on his belly. I swear it on my stripes and feline pride.

I do too, Basil promised. On my honor as a Bohen.

Thank you. Aya smiled brightly. I hope well meet again someday. Youre rough outside, but nice inside.

I hope so too, Basil said, though he knew better. After one last glance at the Old Man, he recovered his halberd and turned to face the portal.

Itll be easier if we do it quickly, the feline whispered to Basil as he joined him. Plato wasnt one to cry, but his eyes were heavy with sorrow. Without turning back.

Basil nodded slowly and took a step forward.

Go forth, young man, brave cat, Ren said as Basil and Plato crossed the gate. Show em your mettle.

He would.

For an old friends sake.

The first step was the hardest of them all; the second was easier, but only barely so. Basil and Plato crossed the painted veil into another world, into an endless beach of granular sand glittering under a pale white sun. A calm, soothing sea of blue paint expanded as far as the eye could see. Only silence and a gentle breeze welcomed the duo.

Benjamin Leroys daughter had perished in Tunisia during a terrorist attack. Basil wondered if it was the beach where she breathed her last, forever frozen in time.

I do not understand you, Basil Bohen.

Basil looked up, his hand tightening on his halberd. A shadowy form materialized in the sky, floating above the duo. Plato drew his blade and pointed it at the creature.

Why did you leave? Pluto, no, Benjamin Leroy asked. The confusion in his maddened eyes was only too human. Youll only find pain outside. You cannot save the world of man.

Can you? Basil rasped.

I already am, Leroy replied with what could pass for enthusiasm. I will absorb all souls into Naraka and empty all afterlives. The living, the dead, all will be united in a perfect world, a better world, without pain nor sorrow. No one will mourn, no one will grieve. All will be right on Heaven and Earth.

Basil listened to his empty spiel. They sounded so familiar to him. He had invented many excuses to cover up an ugly truth too.

What are you hiding from? Basil asked, his question as sharp as a sword.

Hiding? Leroy let out a light chuckle. I am in front of you. Dont you see me? Do your eyes deceive you?

This place, this pocket dimension, whatever you call its a fantasy, Basil pointed, his halberd raised at the godly shadow. Whats a fantasys purpose but to escape reality? What are you running from?

The answer became obvious the moment Basils words left his mouth. Benjamin Leroy had committed all his crimes to achieve a clear, simple goal. He wasnt after power or wealth like his comrades. His atrocities had been committed in loves name.

Basil remembered what Aya had told him, how the false god broke down after asking the same question over and over again. This false world was exactly what Basil had wanted once. A refuge to escape the most dreadful fear of them all.

Failure.

Youve failed, havent you? Basil guessed. For all of your power, you couldnt bring her back.

The false deity winced as if slapped in his shadowy face.

Youve made a deal with the Devil. Basil failed to suppress a brief pang of sympathy for the madman before him. Having run away himself, he understood Leroys plight only too well. And he shortchanged you. Your daughter had already reincarnated, or her soul went to rest in an afterlife that even you cannot touch. You sold out the world for a fool's promise.

Leroys eyes were the only thing human about him, and they couldnt lie. When Basil caught the brief flash of pure anger in them, he knew he had guessed correctly.

You couldnt own up to your fuck-ups, Plato rasped, his voice dripping with disgust. You created a fake paradise to soothe your own guilty conscience!

But it only made things worse, didnt it? Basil raised his halberd at Leroy. Watching children like Aya, the spitting image of what you thought your revived daughter would look like, dead because of your actions it must have been a slap in the face. Youve ruined the world and killed millions of innocents and you did it for nothing.

A black eclipse obscured the sun, turning it black as sin. Streaks of crimson tainted the sky, and the painted sea started to boil. As for Leroy, the false deitys eyes began to burn with an otherworldly, ferocious glow.

And most importantly, the painted portal vanished behind the Bohens.

You just couldnt bear the guilt. So you ran. You ran away from reality, from the truth, because it was the easy way out. Basil sighed, both out of scorn and sympathy. Madness is a cowards last refuge, I suppose.

Leroy snapped to action with fury by expanding his shadowy wings. Flames came alight within the darkness of his body like stars in the night sky.

Phlegethon Flame! the false god snarled.

Fiery stars fell down to earth, scorching the sand to glass and sounding the horn of battle.