Chapter 51: Divine death machines

Chapter 51: Divine death machines

The night wound down. The music kept blaring, but people slowly faded away from the dance floor, bottles in hand, to either go hook up, crash, or sit on the sidelines and get maudlin.

James had a good, solid buzz going. Every now and then he wished he had another cigar or wondered if he should have forced everyone to tackle another hive, but then he thought of how good this was for morale, how these people werent machines, and hell, how theyd be facing millions of demons tomorrow, and that urge would die.

You cant level all the time, he said to Yadriel who sat a little off to his left along the edge of the stage, hoody pulled over his frizzy hair, face pulled into a long pout.

What? Yadriel glanced his way. What you say?

You look pissed. James realized he was drunker than hed thought. Bummed about your power?

Yadriel clucked his tongue in disdain and looked away.

No, I get it. I do. James shuffled along the stages edge to sit closer. Demon apocalypse. Shits going down. Serenity and Becca on those big guns, going bang bang bang. And youre stuck with Dark Energy Siphon. What a bitch. Near drove you crazy last time.

Yadriel scowled and kept his gaze averted.

You know what we gotta do? asked James.

No, said Yadriel pointedly. What?

We gotta get you to practice. Safe place. Where you can flex a little without worrying about going crazy. See what your power does. Can do. And hey.

Yadriel looked sidelong at him, eyebrow raised.

Why you think your aura disappeared like that when you used your power?

I dont know. Yadriel scowled and looked away again. Been thinking about it though. I put a lotta energy into raising my aura game, and for it to just disappear like that? Pathetic.

James shrugged with what he thought was world weary wisdom. Shit happens.

But I think fuck. What do I know.

What?

It felt like that demon energy, it was like oil and water, you know? Mixed me up, made it so I couldnt project my aura out like normal. But it was still there. Just inside of me.

The demon energy?

Nah man, my aura. Like it was under my skin. I think thats why I got all fucked up. The aura and the demon energy were like swirling inside me. Made me feel like I was fucked up on some bad dope. Like crazy and invincible.

James considered, staring blankly at the floor. Maybe maybe its a practice thing. You gotta learn to control the elements. Like yin yang, but inside of you.

Yeah, maybe.

James blinked owlishly, considered Yadriel, then placed his hand heavily on the kids bony shoulder. Dont lose heart. Youre a good kid. Im happy youre on my team.

Yeah right, muttered Yadriel.

For real. He shook the kids shoulder. Good kid.Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

Fuck man, you dont know me. I aint no good kid. Yadriel stood up.

No? Then set me straight. What are you?

Yadriel glowered down at him. Im bad news. Always have been. Im a killer, yo. You dont know me. And he strode away.

Shit, said James, and blinked again. Son, were all killers now. But Yadriel was gone.

Hey, James. Jessica came over, turned, and hopped up to sit on the edge of the stage. You drunk?

Some. A little here, a little there.

Youre drunk. Burn Aeviternum. Ive got news.

Hmm. James sighed, summoned his statistics and burned a point. The fuzzy warmth immediately replaced, washed away by an energizing flood of righteous sharpness. He inhaled deeply and sat up straight. God damn. That stuff does the job.

It does. Listen, I just leveled.

Jamess eyes widened. Fabricator 2?

Only now did he realize how quietly excited Jessica looked. Shed done her hair up again in another careless French twist, but her whole frame was tense. My class is simply Fabricator, but my ranks gone up to Apprentice 2, but now Ive unlocked the ability to specialize. Options are Structuralist, War Smith, Battle Engineer, and Domestic.

Jamess appreciation for being alert and stone cold sober only grew. Wait, that was a lot. War Smith? Battle Engineer? What the fuck is all that?

Jessica grinned. I can preview each, which again is unlike your Benedictions. In short, Structuralists can develop buildings, walls, you know, structures. War Smiths seem to focus on weapons, munitions, and armor, while Battle Engineers build this is the weirdest one. Heavenly robots? Divine death machines? The concepts hard to put into words. It also seems to be the hardest to qualify, so perhaps my access to it is a rarity.

Sounds like Latin. You speak any?

Jessica shook her head. I took Mandarin and Russian in college.

Of course you did. Yo, Richard! Richard!

Richard was grooving on one of the terminals, bopping his head, typing rapidly, and drinking from a tall glass of what was probably Redbull and vodka. He looked over and pointed at himself. You mean Star Boy? he called back.

No, I mean, whatever, you. Get over here.

Richard rose to his feet, typing right until he tore himself away, then came over with a goofy grin. Whats up, boss-major? Major-boss? Major major major?

Sober up, said James patiently. You got your Aeviternum left?

Sober up? Richard looked stricken. Fine. One sec. His eyes widened, his face became subtly more expressive, his gaze sharper. Whats going on?

Go ahead, said James.

Jessica caught Richard up with admirable succinctness.

Oh shit, said James, covering his mouth with one hand. Thats wild. OK, so right. He licked his lower lip and just thought for a moment. All right, so this is classic. Magical components. Were going to need to find this sanguis petra - blood rock, right? And divine adamantium. Thats like the greatest, most unbreakable metal. My guess it that shits manifesting within the hives, because thats where the supernatural energies are at. But wow.

He passed his hand over his stubbled scalp and again stared out at nothing. Blinked, came back. This is huge. No, you dont understand. This is huge. Four billion people can now do this stuff. With the right components and enough Aeviternum. Construction, food, water, weapons and armor, fucking flying scooters. But the timing cant be an accident, right?

James made a face. Why not?

This is all timed. The waves, the new demons. Which means the powers-that-be wanted us to start manifesting these powers just around the Fourth Wave, maybe after, but Jess is so fucking precocious she probably spoiled their plans. I know I havent leveled up. And looking around the room?

They all scanned the sparse crowd.

Nope, not seeing any other Fabricator normies flipping out. But anyways. This means they wanted us to start developing shit after the Nemesis 2 waves, but with time to spare before the Nemesis 3. So maybe we need all this stuff to be up and running before the Nemesis 3s show up? Maybe they can fly?

Now thats cheering, said James.

Youre right, said Jessica, growing animated once more. Well need to explore what these weapons and armor can do, what these walls and defensive structures involve, all of it, so that we can be ready to react the second Nemesis 3 shows up. Which means oh damn. Like a new New Deal.

New new deal, said James blankly.

Roosevelt? Great Depression? prompted Jessica, eyebrow raised. Never mind. It was a series of nation-wide programs meant to stabilize the economy and provide jobs to the millions of unemployed by getting them to build infrastructure, highways, everything. Were going to need to coordinate all this, or people will just do random shit.

Or not do anything at all, said Richard. Resource collection is key, right? As well as using Aeviternum? How many points does an Angel Wing need to get going?

Base of twenty, said Jessica, but thats for a really crude model. I think you can scale it up as much as you want.

Or until you develop the ability to create a better version, negating the Angel Wing altogether.

Sure, allowed Jessica.

We should document all this. Richard patted his pockets, the raised a hand. Dont move. Im going to get my laptop. We need to start charting everything out so we get an accurate idea of whats involved. How much of what for each component, how much for the general assembly itself, and so on. Is Angel Wing all you got for now?

All? asked James. Its a fucking flying scooter.

No, said Jessica primly. The first item is a Battle Engineer mechanicus. Its She waggled her head from side to side. A wand? A crafting tool? I think it allows me to channel the Aeviternum and make things happen.

First thing we need to make, then. Richard grinned. This is so fucking awesome. What else?

An Anima Sola. Jessica peered at her own hidden data. Its well, much more expensive to build than an Angel Wing, but its not a vehicle. Its a small machine, or divine construct. I get a sense of flight, of it being a guardian, of She frowned. This is so ridiculously imprecise.

Thats fine. Richard held up both hands as if to prevent her from bolting. Anima Sola. Awesome. Well get all the data down, figure it out. Stay here. Ill be right back.

And he darted away.

Jessica blew out her cheeks. Im sorry. Inefficiency frustrates me, and this method of conveying information is

Ridiculously imprecise, said James.

She smirked. Yes. That.

Well hang in there. Richard was right. This is he trailed off, trying to encapsulate how much everything had just changed. Beyond huge. If we can get a handle on all this stuff? I dont even know where itll take us.

Into the sky, at any rate, said Jessica. You got a fear of heights?

James grinned. Nope. You build me an Angel Wing, and Ill fly that fucker right into the sun.

Lets not get all Icarus about this. But yes. She squared her shoulders. Ill build you an Angel Wing. Ill do everything I can to make sure were ready for the Nemesis 3.

I know you will. James stretched, exhilarated and energized, enthused and excited. Fucking hell. Shit really does seem to be going our way at last.