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atozphantomsquadron · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty: Broken Bridges

Day 8, continued

My head swims slightly. My breathing is slightly ragged. Even a sip of holy water isn’t helping me … I think I’m dying.

Abaster is insistent, though, that we have to continue into Circle 8. My ribs are killing me … no doubt that Geryon must have cracked one or two … and I’m still coughing up a little bit of blood.

Think of Dad, girl.

Trying to think about Dad keeps me moving forward, even as my body wants me to drop. I finally reach Abaster’s position, standing at the edge of the first of a series of canyons.

God, what I wouldn’t give to glide through my canyon once more …

“Pay attention, Alanna.” Abaster’s admonition slaps me quickly out of reverie, which must have been obvious because he seems annoyed. “Circle 8 is where those sinners guilty of simple fraud are punished for eternity. We need to cross through this Circle carefully, because everywhere there are deceivers and the dishonest.”

My eyes focus on several broken structures hanging over the canyons. “Is there any way to cross without entering these?”

Abaster shakes his head sadly. “In Dante’s time, the bridge over the sixth Malebolgia was the only one that was broken. A short time ago, something else broke all of the others, so we will need to pass through all of them.” He puts a hand on my shoulder again. “Brace yourself, because this only gets worse from here.”

I nod in agreement and take another sip of the holy water, hoping it starts healing me soon. I hold up the bottle and check its level: I’ve drunk a third of the second bottle.

I’m not going to have enough to get to the end …

I spread my wings and try to ignore the stabbing pain in my side as I do. “This will be the fastest way. Let’s go.”

Abaster lifts his arms up, allowing me to pick him up by his armpits, and I leap into a dive into the first Malebolgia. The sight that greets me as we enter, though … lines and lines of sinners, dressed in rags if even dressed, marching in opposing lines and being continuously whipped. The smaller demons that torment these sinners are almost comical in their appearance … considering the descriptions Mom and Dad gave me of the demons they’ve fought, these ones almost seem like stereotype devils.

“These sinners are those who used sex to commit fraud. The eastbound line contains the pimps and panderers, who profited from forcing sex on those weaker than themselves.” Abaster points his stump toward the line approaching us. “The westbound line contains the seducers.”

A demon looks up at us when it hears Abaster’s voice, and swings its whip at us. “Alastair Abaster! We’re not finished here! Reclaim your place in this line, seducing bastard!”

The demon swings the whip again, and this time he strikes us both. The pain stings like a thousand hornets, and it brings me crashing down to the ground, allowing Abaster to roll away from me as I find myself at the feet of the seducers. At once, they all start after me, and I’m suddenly reminded of the centaurs in Circle 7 …

The Sword is quickly out, tight in my gauntleted grip.

“Back off! I am not your plaything!”

“Back in line!” A small demon runs up next to me and whips its charges back into the marching line. It looks up at me and grins, sharp, jagged teeth forming a bear trap of a face. “You are Alanna Sharpe, the Guardsman, are you not? You have Vibria blood, am I right?”

My heart thrums in my chest.

“What business is that of yours?”

The dragon roar that is my voice with the Sword drawn doesn’t seem to faze the little demon. “Tell Julian we can’t wait to whip his ass!” It giggles incessantly, only stopping when I cleave it in half lengthwise with the Sword, screaming.

Julian can’t be damned … he can’t be …

Tears are starting to fall, but I only notice when I finally sheathe the Sword. Abaster has sped his way over to me.

“Tell me, Abaster … is this where my grandfather’s going to wind up?”

“Alanna, please, we must keep moving …”

I yank Abaster closer by his remaining arm. “I need to know now!”

His face grows dark and sad again. “The westbound line, the seducers … these are all men and women who abandoned their committed lovers when it was convenient for them. Your grandfather left Shanee behind after a night of passion, alone to raise her daughter. I’m sorry, Alanna.”

This is devastating news to me. Julian’s a sweet old man … he regrets his actions enough, he doesn’t deserve this!

Think of Dad, girl. You need to keep moving.

I wipe my eyes, grab Abaster, and take back to the air. None of the other small demons notice. The air is heavy and hard to flap through, and it just seems to keep getting heavier the further down into Hell I go, but we finally breach the crest of the first Malebolgia. Truthfully, though, that’s nothing compared to what awaits in the second, which I can already sense by the smell.

Great, another load-of-crap part of this place. What’s with the obsession with dung around here?!

“Abaster, is there any place I can set us down to camp that doesn’t drop us into that toilet below?”

He looks up at me, and his words are almost blown away. “Not really, not unless we can cross through and get to the third Malebolgia. We’ll need to suffer through the flatterers, though!”

I roll my eyes, dropping us down into the stinky cavern. The souls trudging through, coated head-to-toe in filth, look up pleadingly at us, reeking and spewing more of the crap out of their mouths.

Hold it in, Alanna. Think of Dad.

I choke back my nausea to talk to Abaster. “Why did you call these people the flatterers?”

“They gave untrue compliments to gain favors in life. Since for all intents and purposes they spoke excrement, they are doomed to wallow in it for eternity.”

Gurgling in my stomach is making me want to accelerate. I flap my wings harder, fighting the heavy air to get myself and my payload out of this place. We finally reach the top and without slowing down begin our descent into the third Malebolgia.

We happen to be close to the bridge that should have crossed this cavern, and I have an opportunity to look at the damage. It’s cleanly broken at two places. This isn’t usage damage.

This bridge was chopped down.

Fortunately, there’s no filth, no stench, or anything remotely resembling a bodily emission in this Malebolgia. All there seems to be is a hole with a pair of feet sticking out of it, being set on fire. I alight and set Abaster down next to the hole, only to watch him collapse in agony.

I’m immediately at my guide’s side. “What’s wrong?” This is the first discomfort I’ve seen him in this whole time.

He rubs his feet with his one remaining arm. “I’m feeling my punishment here, that’s all. It’s my burden to bear, Alanna, please don’t concern yourself with it.”

“Well, sorry, but I am concerned with it because without you as my guide I’m screwed! Tell me what’s going on, please?”

Abaster drops his face slightly. “We’re in the Malebolgia that punishes simony.”

That explains a lot. “I don’t know what that is. Should I?”

“It’s not a common thing in our time, so I’m not surprised you don’t know. Simony is the buying and selling of church positions and spiritual favors. It’s basically profiteering from religion.”

I smirk. “Let me guess … you spent time down in that hole, didn’t you?”

Abaster rubs his feet harder. “This was the place I was when I was summoned to guide you, Alanna. This is my most recent punishment, for one of the more egregious sins I committed, building a fortune on the shoulders of my church.”

I look down at Abaster’s feet, realizing I really hadn’t noticed them up until now, and notice that he’s not wearing shoes. More than that, I also notice that his feet are smoking. I turn back to the hole. Sure enough, whoever the soul is at the top of the hole is barefoot, the skin blackening and crisping in the flames engulfing them.

I crouch down next to the feet. “Hot enough down there?”

A booming voice comes up from deep in the hole. “Back off, bitch! We’ve been cooking in here for centuries, let us suffer in silence!”

I’m suddenly feeling very vindictive. I have no idea why. I’m smiling like a maniac as I call back down the hole. “Why did you do what you did in life? Why did you try to profit from your religion?”

More grumbling. Growls. Why am I enjoying this?

I’m about to send another rejoinder down when I feel myself being pulled back by Abaster, who forces the mouth of the open holy water bottle between my lips. I suck down a choking swallow. “Gah, what the hell? What are you doing?!”

Abaster looks grim. “Saving your soul, Alanna. Don’t turn into one of these keepers of Hell while you’re here. It’s not your duty.”

My head starts clearing, and my jovial mood is going away. Now I realize what I’ve been doing … verbally abusing those already damned … and I feel horrible about it.

I need to hurry. I’ve been down here too long.

Day 9

I stand on a barren plain, encircled by people I know. Friends, family, all people I love. Their faces glare at me accusingly.

The first words come weakly from my mouth, as I turn to face them all. “What have I done?”

“You abandoned us!” Michi’s voice squeaks at me. “You left us alone, left us to face a world that hates us, a nation that wants us dead. Now we’re in Hell because of you.”

“You betrayed our trust,” Uncle Cyrus booms. “We brought you to Avalon, we gave you every chance to accomplish your quest, and yet you squander our aid.”

I’m starting to breathe faster. “I’m sorry … please forgive me …”

“Forgive you?” William’s question is harsh and cold. “You climbed up on our shoulders, we held you up, we supported you, and now here you stand before us, changed, different … demonic. You disgust me.”

My heart is breaking. My tears are falling faster. “I just want my family back …”

“Who says we want you back?” The question comes from Mom, behind me. I turn to face her, and see her cradled in the arms of Dad …

Wait, not Dad. It’s Scolar.

“Mom … how could you …?”

Scolar sneers at me. “Your cowardly father can’t compare to a true man, hatchling. I think your mother prefers the darker side of things … wouldn’t you agree?”

I try to rush Scolar, but discover that my elbows are locked in shackles, bolted to the floor. I’m helpless to watch him paw my mom … but when he turns back toward me, his face has changed, to that bald bastard Gerard, the one who made me into a dragon and turned me crazy enough to wreck Chicago. He grins at me just like Scolar did, and motions toward Mom.

Only then do I notice that Mom is pregnant …

I jump upright, screaming. Just a dream. Only a dream. But it felt so damn real ... I taste blood in my mouth and realize that I’ve been chewing on my lip while having this incredibly horrible dream. Abaster is next to me, crouching and showing his concern on his face.

“Are you all right? What happened?”

I swallow hard, some of the blood from my lip coating my tongue now. “It was just a dream … but it was so real and so hurtful …”

My face is buried in my hands, but I’m surprised to suddenly feel Abaster putting his arm around me, in as close to a hug as he can manage now. “I understand, Alanna. Try to hang in there, because your father’s close, I know it. Your journey is nearly over.”

I’m shaking, I’m weak … even after taking a sip of the holy water, I’m still much weaker than I was at the start. I allow Abaster to help me to my feet, which it takes a moment for me to balance on. I check all of my supplies … the Sword is still reliably at my side, the two bottles hooked securely to their belt … and take a deep breath, which is hard to do in the stifling air of Hell. “Okay. Let’s keep moving.”

Abaster nods and motions to an opening in the sheer rock face of the Malebolgia. “This way, Alanna. We’ve got seven more bolge to get through before we’re out of Circle 8.”

I obediently fall in line behind my guide, allowing him to lead me through the tunnel to the next canyon. When we emerge, it’s almost comical to observe the souls trapped here. They are all naked, and they trudge backward through a featureless landscape, mainly because their heads are literally on backwards.

This actually sounds familiar. I flip open the Inferno again. “Bolgia 4, the soothsayers.”

“Indeed,” Abaster confirms. “Because these souls chose to look too far ahead of their time, they are now forever doomed to look behind them. Sadly, this means that your father will not be here.”

I look over at Abaster, maybe too angrily. “We’ve gone most of the way through this Godforsaken place, and have only seen brief wisps of clues as to where Dad went. How are we going to know where he is for sure?” I’m tapping my foot now. “You said you knew where he was. Why haven’t we found him yet?”

Abaster sighs. “We need to follow his path. Unfortunately, it’s a long one. We need to follow his footsteps to get to where he is. When I told you I knew where he was, I did not lie to you … it’s just that I only vaguely know his location. He’s in the ninth Circle.”

I slap my forehead. “Then why in God’s name couldn’t you have told me that?”

The realization hits me, just as Abaster responds. “Because I was told not to.”

Damn you, Gabe, this has you written all over it! What, getting tossed around Hell is your idea of a training exercise?!

I growl, impotently because I know it’s not Abaster’s fault really, but I just need to blow off some anger. “The next time I see the man who told you not to tell me, I’m going to kick his ass.”

Abaster seems slightly bemused. “You’re a far braver soul than I, Alanna. Come, we must continue if we’re going to get to Circle 9, and we have far to go in this Circle.”

I clutch the Sword tightly. Abaster notices this.

“You won’t be needing that, hopefully, through the rest of this Circle. The demons here are uninterested in the living, and the dead are virtually helpless.”

That assurance only makes me tighten my grip. “You’ll forgive me if I’m a little overly cautious, won’t you?”

Abaster nods. “Very well. Let’s continue.” He motions toward a wooden archway built into the opposite wall of the canyon. We make our way over to the place and through the doorway. I’m barely through it when Abaster throws his arm in front of me to stop me from walking. “Careful!”

I look down below my foot and discover why. The entire canyon is flooded with boiling tar. Souls are being dunked in it by flying black demons who cackle the whole time.

“This bolgia is for those souls guilty of graft and bribery. These souls either paid for political favors, or were in positions of power and took money for influence.” Abaster crouches down and holds his hand above the tar. “This pitch is incredibly hot, Alanna, so be careful. We might have to fly over this.”

One of the winged demons notices us. It grins. “Hey, it’s our next customer! Alastair Abaster, get over here! We’ve got your hot tub all set up!” The demons laugh amongst themselves, continuing to dunk souls.

I spread my wings and step between Abaster and the laughter. “He’s my guide right now. Once I’m done with him, you can do what you will, but for now he’s mine!” I draw the Sword to emphasize the point. “Now let us pass!”

The demons don’t stop laughing … what are they, flying hyenas? “Sure, sure … soon enough. We’re patient.” More laughter, even louder and more raucous.

Abaster jumps up on my back. “Thanks, Alanna. Let’s fly.”

I nod and flap my wings … the Sword is still out, because I think I’ll need the Guardsman’s strength right now … and lift off from the ground, reaching for the top of the bolgia. Fortunately, it’s a short flight to clear the canyon wall and drop into the next pocket of torment, which seems populated by sluggish monks.

We alight and drop down next to one of the slow-moving shapes. Abaster slides down off of my back, as I sheathe the Sword finally. My head swims even more than it did before, and I take three large swallows of holy water.

The bottle’s only got a third left, then I’m down to my last one. I have to make it last.

“This is where the hypocrites are punished,” Abaster mentions. “The punishment is sewn into the clothing … these cloaks weigh them down, so that they may not move quickly, nor ever be relieved of the weight of their sins.”

I stroke my chin. “Why do they all look like monks?”

“Many of the men punished here were clergy, many of whom followed the ‘do as I say, not as I do’ doctrine.” Abaster is pulling on his collar. Clearly he’s nervous … he might be awaiting punishment in this bolgia. Then again, he is awaiting punishment in the last one, too.

“May I speak to one of them?”

Abaster raises an eyebrow. “Certainly. As a matter of fact, there’s one approaching that might be of interest to you. Let’s let him arrive.”

Four hours of waiting later, the hooded, cloaked monk-like figure finally reaches us and pauses. “Why are you here, living woman? And why do you torment me with that Sword?”

I’d like to pull back his hood, but it’s way too heavy. “How do you know the Sword?”

“It was mine, during the war.”

I crouch down to see this man’s face, and discover that yes, he certainly is a Sharpe. A hellbound Sharpe, trudging through the afterlife in a lead-lined monk’s cloak. “Which war?”

I see a smile. “The war between the brothers. I was General Grant’s secret weapon.”

An American Sharpe, from the Civil War no less. I’m dreading this … “What was your sin that brought you here?”

He sighs. “I fought for the Union, and advocated for emancipation. At the same time, I held significant property in South Carolina, complete with a full staff of slaves. My mouth said ‘free the slaves,’ while my actions said ‘let them die where they stand as long as I continue to profit.’ For this great sin against humanity and against what the Sword stands for, I wear this robe of lead, made from the chains I held humanity in.”

His breathing is heavy, with the obvious strain of standing with the robe around his shoulders. I’d better make this quick before he drops. “Did you see another Sharpe come through? A living soul?”

He looks up at me, which takes a superhuman effort on his part. “You know, poor old Isaiah did see something weird …”

I smirk. “Are you Isaiah?”

He nods and smiles. “Isaiah Sharpe, at your service … yes, I saw him, I saw my descendant as he passed through here. He had a big escort, though; six demons that I’ve never seen around these parts were shuffling him through awful fast.”

Progress, finally! “Which way were they going?”

Isaiah lifts his hand slowly to point toward a door on the far wall. “Through there. On the express train to Circle 9, I think. He was fighting like crazy, though, like he didn’t belong here.”

That sounds like Dad, all right. “He doesn’t belong here, that’s why I’m here. I’m trying to bring him back.” I clutch the Sword in my hand. “The Guardsman is here to rescue her predecessor.”

Isaiah eyes me head to toe. “You, a Guardsman? You’re barely old enough to be off the farm …”

“Maybe so, but the Sword is mine, and the duty is mine to bring my father home.” I look up at the mouth of the bolgia, toward the wrecked bridge. “By the way, Isaiah, how long has that bridge been broken?”

He looks up and chuckles. “Oh, that bridge? It’s been busted since the Crucifixion. Now the other bridges, that’s a story there … they all were broken just after your daddy came through, girl. I actually saw who did it, too.”

This has my attention. “Who?”

Isaiah looks back and forth, then leans closer to me. “Don’t tell anyone it was me who told you … but I saw one of the lords of Hell pass through, and he had his daughter with him. Just after that, the rest of the bridges broke.”

That chill in my spine is back. “Do you know the names of the demons?”

Isaiah nods. “It was Mammon, and his daughter’s name is Mamuna. They were talking about something … something big going on back in America, actually, and how the bridges would ‘make it too easy,’ whatever that means. Mamuna was really animated about it, really.”

I take a deep breath, and then gently kiss my ancestor on his forehead. “Thank you, Isaiah. I appreciate your help.”

He grins widely. “Hey, if you don’t mind my asking, who are you? How far down the bloodline are you?”

I smile and unfurl my wings. “My name’s Alanna Sharpe, and I guess you’re my great-great-great grandfather.”

He smiles and nods and continues on his way. “Good luck, Alanna. If and when you find your father, give him my greetings.” The trudging robe mass that is Isaiah Sharpe slowly walks away.

I turn to Abaster. “Mamuna has something to do with the New Empire, doesn’t she?”

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t know. Politics isn’t my specialty … right now it’s guiding you to your father. We should continue.”

I nod in agreement, collecting my guide by his armpits and taking off. Somehow, the flight feels easier now … maybe because Isaiah’s information gives me hope.

Fight them, Dad. Fight them until the end. I’m coming for you.

#phantom squadron #infernal eighteen

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pugsims · 5 years ago

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Alright everybody, time to vote which couple will star in, drumroll please... The Witch and The Mermaid- A Summer* Romance!

*its summer in their world, okay?

To the poll!

The poll will close on the 5th, so make sure to get your vote in! :3

#alanna alastair #kai kahale #majorie rose #momi leialoha #and yes their respective familiars will be in the story too

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transnames · 6 years ago

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Names From The Top 500: A

Nearly all names appearing in United States or England / Wales top baby names for any year between 1996-2016, the top 500 represents greater than 50 percent of all names given in a year and the top 100 represents greater than 30 percent

Appeared in Top 500 / Top 250 / Top 100 / Top 50

Feminine, exclusively appeared in girls top 500

Aaliyah / Aleah / Aliya / Aliyah

Aamina / Aaminah

Abbey / Abbi / Abbie / Abby / Abi

Abigail

Ada

Adaline / Adalyn / Adalynn / Addilyn / Adeline / Adelyn / Adelynn

Addison / Addyson / Addisyn

Adelaide

Adele

Adelina

Adriana / Adrianna

Adrienne

Agnes

Aileen

Aimee / Ami / Amie / Amy

Ainsley

Aisha / Aishah / Ayesha

Aisling

Aiza / Aizah

Alaina / Alayna

Alana / Alanna / Alannah

Alani

Alba

Aleesha / Alesha / Alicia / Alicja / Alisha / Alysha

Aleena / Alina

Alejandra / Aleksandra / Alessandra / Alexandra / Alexandria

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexus

Alia

Alice / Alys

Alison / Allison / Allyson / Alyson

Alissa / Alyssa / Alyssia

Alivia

Alix

Aliza

Allie / Ally

Alma

Alondra

Amanda

Amani

Amara

Amaya

Amber

Amelia / Amelie

Amelia-Rose

America

Amina / Aminah

Amira / Amirah

Amiyah

Amna

Ana / Anna / Ann / Anne / Annie

Anabelle / Annabel / Annabella / Annabelle

Anahi

Anais

Anastasia

Anaya / Anayah

Andrea

Angela / Angelica / Angelina / Angelique / Angie

Anika / Annika

Anisa

Anisha

Anita

Aniya / Aniyah

Anjali

Annalise

Antonia

Anya

Aoife

April

Arabella

Araceli

Aria / Ariah / Ariya / Ariyah / Arya

Ariana / Arianna

Ariella

Arielle

Asha

Ashanti

Ashlee / Ashleigh

Ashlyn / Ashlynn

Asia

Aspen

Astrid

Athena

Aubree / Aubrey / Aubrie

Audrey

Aurelia

Aurora

Autumn

Ava

Ava-Rose

Ava-Grace

Averie

Aviana

Aya / Ayah

Ayda

Ayla

Aylin

Masculine, exclusively appeared in boys top 500

Aahil

Aamir

Aarav

Aaron / Aron / Arron

Aayan / Ayan / Ayaan

Abbas

Abdul

Abdullah

Abdul-Rahman

Abel

Abraham

Abram

Abu

Ace

Adam / Aadam

Adan

Aden / Aidan / Aiden / Ayden / Aydin

Adil

Adnan

Adonis

Adrian

Adriel

Ahmad / Ahmed

Ajay

Akash

Akshay

Alan / Allan / Allen

Alasdair / Alastair / Alistair

Albert / Alberto

Alby / Albie

Aldo

Alec

Aled

Alejandro / Aleksander / Alessandro / Alexander / Alexandre / Alexandru

Alfie

Alfonso / Alonzo

Alfred / Alfredo

Ali

Alijah

Alvin

Amaan

Amar

Amir

Anas

Anderson

Andre / Andreas / Andrei / Andres / Andrew

Andy

Angelo

Angus

Anthony / Anton / Antoni / Antonio / Antony

Aran

Archer

Archibald

Archie

Arda

Ari

Arjun

Arlo

Armando

Armani

Arran

Arthur / Arturo

Arun

Asa

Asad

Asher

Asim

Aston

Atlas

Atticus

August

Augustus

Austen / Austin

Axel

Ayman

Neutral, appeared in top 500 for baby girls and baby boys, possibly not in the same year or country so popularity is not marked

Alex

Alexis

Amari

Angel

Ariel

Ashley

Ashton

Avery

#A #names #feminine #masculine #neutral #resource #OP #names from the top 500 #long post

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Suki Waterhouse and Friends Help You 'Find Your Spring' in Shopbop's Spring 2017 Campaign

It’s winter in the real world, but in the fashion world we have moved on to spring and summer.

And there’s no better way to get a sneak peek into what our wardrobe will be when the weather gets warmer than to look at the latest ad campaigns, in which actresses and models collide.

What do you get when you have Brit sisters Suki Waterhouse, Immy Waterhouse and model of the moment Alanna Arrington all modeling for you? The new ‘Find Your Spring’ Shopbop campaign that centers on female friendship, girl power at its best and a look at the six major spring trends. From ‘Pretty in Pink’ to ‘All Day Lingerie’ Suki and co play dress up in this video but be warn, it will make you dream of warm weather and wishing you are in California!

The new Burberry campaign features shots by photographer Josh Olins of models Amber Witcomb and Tom Fool posing in front of works by iconic British sculptor Henry Moore.

Bella and Anwar Hadid are fronting the Zadig & Voltaire ads. The ads feature the siblings, plus influencer DJ Clara 3000 and model Vera Van Erp, shot in in Paris’s 16th arrondissement. Bella Hadid also joins older sister Gigi in both the Fendi and Moschino spring campaigns.

Lauren Hutton graces the latest campaign for Bottega Veneta, looking every inch the iconic supermodel while carrying the brand’s newest bag, the “City Knot”. Michelle Williams and Jennifer Connelly front the latest Louis Vuitton Series 6 campaign, while Chloë Sevigny looks sultry-chic in J.W.Anderson. And Vittoria Ceretti is officially the model of the moment, landing Bottega Veneta and Fendi, among others.

Look through our gallery to stay up to date on who’s who in the Spring/Summer 2017 fashion campaigns.

Shopbop Spring 2017 Campaign

Shopbop Spring 2017 Campaign Pretty in Pink (Photo: Courtesy of Shopbop)

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Shopbop Spring 2017 Campaign Lingerie Looks (Photo: Courtesy of Shopbop)

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Shopbop Spring 2017 Campaign Tailor Made Looks (Photo: Courtesy of Shopbop)

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Shopbop Spring 2017 campaign Modern American with Suki Waterhouse, Immy Waterhouse and Alanna Arrington

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Burberry February 2017 Campaign

Photographer: Josh Olins for Burberry Models: Amber Witcomb and Tom Fool Inspiration:Iconic British sculptor Henry Moore. The mood is quintessentially British with that Burberry vibe.

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Proenza Schouler Spring Summer 17 Campaign

Proenza Schouler Spring Summer 2017 Campaign Photographer: Zoe Ghertner Stylist: Brian Molloy Models: Natalie Westling and Selena Forrest Inspiration: “We were interested in the idea of movement, of freedom — a spirit we felt would best be captured on video rather than through traditional still photography. Zoe Ghertner shot the video and interpreted the mood and energy of the collection in a way that felt new and exciting to us.”

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Proenza Schouler Spring Summer 2017 Campaign

Proenza Schouler Spring Summer 2017 Campaign Photographer: Zoe Ghertner Stylist: Brian Molloy Models: Natalie Westling and Selena Forrest

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Zadig & Voltaire Spring/Summer 17

Balla Hadid in Zadig & Voltaire Spring/Summer 17 Inspiration: Celebrating youth and rockstar culture.

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Anwar Hadid.

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DJ Clara 3000.

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“BELLA IS ZADIG”, and so are VERA, CLARA and ANWAR. Inspiration: Celebrating forever young & rock.

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Sergio Rossi

Sergio Rossi sr 1 Spring 2017 Campaign Photographer: Charles Petillon Inspiration: Inspired from the most iconic images of the brand and immersed in a summery atmosphere.

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Repossi

Repossi 2017 Photographer: Juergen Teller Model: Julia Nobis Inspiration: Taken in OMA/Rem Koolhaas Villa dall’Ava, the vision is a joint collaboration between Juergen Teller and Repossi’s vision of high-end jewelry.

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Calvin Klein by Appointment

Calvin Klein By Appointment Photographer: Willy Vanderperre Stylist: Olivier Rizzo Inspiration: “Calvin Klein By Appointment 1-14 is very much about celebrating the American woman and American fashion.” Raf Simons, Chief Creative Officer Calvin Klein

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HUGO

HUGO Spring/Summer 2017 Photographer: Harley Weir Models: Anwar Hadid, Soko, Devon Aoki, Luka Sabbat, Alexandra Marzella, Kiki Willems. The Garden, Felix Gesnouin Inspiration: Shot in the Californian desert with a group of established and up-and-coming talents and social media stars.

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Stella McCartney

Stella McCartney Spring/Summer 2017 Campaign Photographer: Harley Weir Models: Dilone, Alanna Arrington, Charles Fraser and McKenna Hellam Inspiration: Shot on the grounds of Eileen Grey’s villa, E-1027 in Cote d’Azur in France in celebration of “All is Love”

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Chloé

Chloe Spring/Summer 2017 Campaign Photographer: Charlotte Wales Stylist: Jane How Models: Luna Bijl and Ukrikke Hoyer Inspiration: The Chloé girl harnessing the allure of sisterhood and the spirit of their universe.

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BOSS

BOSS Spring Summer 2017 Photographer: Karim Sadli Model: Frederikke Sofie Inspiration: Inspired by David Hockney’s pool series, the clean lines, vivid colors and architectural elements are the inspiration behind the images and for BOSS

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Chapter Sixteen: Dis

Day 6

The first thing that strikes me about the city of Dis is the noise level. Mostly ungodly screaming.

The sulfuric stench within the city walls is hard for me to handle, coming as it is from several open graves that dot the landscape. It’s from these burning graves that I’m hearing the screams.

“What is going on here?” I demand of Abaster.

“The City of Dis is Circle 6. In this place, heretics burn in these graves, separated from their bodies until the true Day of Judgment when they will be reunited and sealed within these tombs forever.” He motions with his stump. “Each of these holes contains a number of souls, all of whom committed the same or similar heretical sins. The worst of the lot burn with the highest intensity.”

I scan the graves. I suppose I should have been doing this a while ago, but I start searching for Dad. I look into the burning graves, and the sights chill me. People stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the holes, lit afire, the red glow creating all the light in this place. The graves burn hotter than Pele’s volcano, and much less cleanly. The distinct odor of burning flesh and hair permeates through the sulfur.

“Alastair Abaster! You come back here! I’m not doing this crap by myself for the rest of my life!” Another booming evangelist voice echoes from a distant grave, this one burning very intensely.

“Friend of yours?” I ask.

“Unfortunately. I spent time in that particular grave.” He motions me over to where the grave is dug into the earth. “This particular tomb is for those who used the name of He Who Is Called I AM and defiled it for their own glory.”

Just like you did, I finish in my head. “How many souls?”

“Innumerable. You must understand, Alanna, there is no particular time when corrupting the name of God was ‘in vogue,’ so to speak. There are sinners from time immemorial … some of which were dispatched by Guardsmen themselves … crammed into that grave.”

I crouch down and bring my face as close to the flames as possible, looking toward a sinner wearing thick, dark glasses. “When did you come here?”

“By my reckoning, it was nearly a year ago. I’ve only seen your companion there for the last three months.”

Something seems familiar about this soul, though I don’t want to let on that I might know who he is. “What was your sin?”

“We used the Name of God to our own advantage. We blasphemed His Holy Name for our gain, for profit, for sex, for power. Now we burn here.”

My eyes travel over to Abaster’s stump arm. “Is this where that happened?”

Abaster nods. “I spent time in this very tomb, although my sins were varied and wide. I suffered torments in several levels of Hell. Only the worst of us sinners deals with that particular fate.”

So you were a bastard before Four Corners. Just great. I return my gaze to the burning soul in the tomb. “I have been sent on a holy mission, to find an innocent soul. Did he come through here?”

The soul grinds what’s left of his teeth. “You seek the betrayed Guardsman. I thought that Sword looked familiar … yes, child, he came through here, but only briefly on his way to his final destination.”

Dad was here! My heart swells, and my eyes get warm. “So he went further into the Inferno? How far?”

“How do you think I’ll know this? I can’t leave here, stupid!”

Suddenly this soul is very rude. I pull out the Inferno and flip open to the passages in Dis. “When Dante came through, he said you guys could see the future but were ignorant of the present. What do you see of the betrayed Guardsman’s fate?”

The soul looks further down in the grave, until another soul wriggles his way to the surface. The features on this soul’s face chill me instantly: another hellbound Sharpe. He narrows his eyes toward me.

“Sharpe daughter, know this. I have seen your future, yours and your father’s. It is a future of pain and torment, of tears and sorrow. You will know despair like no one else has ever known. Joy will be nonexistent in your future.”

My blood instantly chills. Is this what I have to look forward to if I rescue Dad? What if he means I won’t rescue Dad? My tears are threatening.

“Ancestor, your warning is appreciated, but I must follow my fate wherever it leads, and I refuse to believe that my life to come will be despair and torment. I will find the wrongfully damned Sharpe, my father, and bring him home.” I turn toward Abaster. “Let’s go.”

Abaster dips his face. “As you wish. Be forewarned, though, that this Circle is the easiest of the lowest levels of the Inferno.”

My face is set. “I’ll take that chance.” Abaster carefully strides through the burning graves, and I follow his shadow. The holes of fire create an immense labyrinth throughout the city, and it’s getting more and more difficult to follow my guide.

Maybe I should try another shortcut. I stretch out my wings. That’s a mistake. The hot air from the graves creates a furious updraft which launches me high up in the skies of Hell. I narrow my eyes, straining to see what’s ahead.

The most shocking thing I see from this high vantage point is the massive presence at the center of the place, imprisoned at the waist yet with his arms free to move about. Every once in a while I see him swat something on the ground. The remaining Circles stretch out toward him, caulking him within the ground, but not forming any kind of structure … I can’t tell where one circle begins and another ends. All I can see is that they are nearly as large as the Circles I’ve already passed through.

I’m suddenly aware of a pair of glowing eyes piercing through me. The figure at the center.

Lucifer.

One of his hands stretches toward me. I flap hard to avoid a blow of unknown strength, because I don’t want to be swatted back into one of the Circles I’ve already left. I strain and flap against the heated currents of air rising from the landscape, plunging myself toward the ground.

I see Abaster finally, standing at the edge of Dis, waving toward me. I strain hard against the waves of heat until my feet touch the ground once more. Quickly, I re-wrap myself in my wings.

“What did you see?”

I pant, trying to catch my breath. “The entire landscape … I saw all the circles … and the center …”

“Yes, so you have seen Lucifer. He does reside at the center of this place, forever imprisoned here by God. We must be cautious from here on in, Alanna, for the worst circles and the worst sinners are to come. Let us rest tonight, for you must prepare for the worst of the worst, and to do that you must acclimate.”

I’m reluctant to do it, because I want out of this place as quickly as possible, but Abaster is convincing. We set up a camp and rest for the evening, at the start of which I finish off the first bottle of holy water. Sleep comes quickly as my tired muscles have no complaint when I relax.

Day 7

I feel surprisingly refreshed this morning, which is a good thing because I’m probably about to die.

When day breaks in Hell, it’s not exactly like a pleasant sunrise in the real world. You only know it’s morning when the screams intensify from the damned. It’s this cacophony that awakens me; Abaster has kept watch all night, and as such is already up on his feet, waiting for me.

“Come, Alanna, we have far to go and not much time to travel. We must hasten your search.”

My hand is already on the Sword’s hilt at Abaster’s words. He warned me yesterday that the remaining Circles would be harder to cross through, and I’m going to take him at his word on that. The tightening of my grip on the weapon is a comfort right now.

Abaster leads me deeper into the landscape of the Inferno, past the last of the burning graves of Dis, until we reach a varied landscape of red rivers, trees, and deserts. I can see across this area, and the torment of the sinners here is more palpable than those before.

“This is Circle 7, Alanna. The sinners here were guilty of the sin of violence.”

That doesn’t seem right. “Why aren’t they swimming in the Styx with the wrathful?”

“There’s different kinds of acts of violence, child, and not all of them require wrath. Some involve malicious intent, others self-loathing, and still others are violent but don’t seem that way when being committed. Come, we must not delay … have your weapon ready, we will need it.”

Uh oh. He hasn’t warned me before about a fight forthcoming. This can’t be good.

Nearly before that thought ends in my mind, I hear a bull’s roar from a short distance away, followed by the thunderous trampling of hooves. Without thinking, the Sword comes out of its scabbard, and I’m ready for anything.

Except this. The creature stampeding toward me, looking to plow through me, has the torso of a man but the head and legs of a bull.

The Minotaur, of course. Why not?

The beast roars, as I watch Abaster shuffle his way quickly past the creature and into the Circle proper. It roars, stamps the ground, gnaws on its wrist, then charges. I flap my wings to get over the monster, barely tapping it on the back of the neck with the tip of the Sword. It crumples to the ground in a heap.

I sheathe the Sword, running to catch up with Abaster. “What just happened there?”

Abaster is smirking. “The holy power of the Sword is too much for the Minotaur. A simple touch was able to defeat it. Come, Alanna, that isn’t the last of the dangers that will confront you.”

I nod and continue to follow Abaster, even as the landscape shifts from solid earth to large, shifting rocks. Many of them have a hard time holding my weight, and start to shudder as I step on them. My wings remain slightly away from my body, in an attempt to keep my balance, but even this isn’t enough sometimes when particularly large rocks underneath me shift and fall away.

“What happened here? Why is the land like this?”

Abaster shakes his head. “An earthquake. Millennia ago, an event occurred which rent Hell open and allowed many of the demons your family fought passage to Earth. What you’re traversing here is the ruins of a great city which held those demons long ago. You must be cautious while traveling over this terrain, for much of the land is still unstable.”

Well I can figure that one out on my own. I step on the wrong pile of pebbles and go sliding down a hillside, out of control, until I eventually roll within my wings to the hill’s base. When my head stops spinning and I’m able to look up, I see that I’m at the feet of a horse.

Or part of one at least. Above the feet, glaring down at me, is a muscular man, attached at the waist to the horse’s body.

Centaurs. Again, why am I surprised?

“Who are you, woman?” The timbre of lust vibrates in the beast’s voice. As I come to my feet, I see there are other centaurs approaching from behind this one. A couple of them have sinister expressions on their faces, ones which scream rape.

“Stay back, all of you. I am on a holy errand!” I spread my wings to emphasize my words.

“You’re still a woman. We haven’t seen a living woman in many thousands of years.” That same expression of lust is still on the lead centaur’s face. I reach for the Sword, only to have my hand slapped away from the weapon by another beast who snuck up behind me. A third one is reaching for my other arm. A fourth has a grip on my wings.

They’re picking me up. Oh God …

I scream and writhe against the centaurs’ clutches, but they’re all horribly strong, all of them holding me fast. The lead one has his hands on my body, fondling me …

William, I’m sorry … I wanted it to be you …

“Halt! All of you!” Abaster’s commanding voice echoes toward the gang of rapists. They turn to the source, but the lead one only laughs.

“Alastair Abaster. We had our fun with you before, why do you come back for more?”

Abaster’s face … what’s left of it, at least … is angry. “I am Alanna Sharpe’s guide through the Inferno. She has been sent on an errand by He Who Is Called I AM. You have no business with her.”

The leader turns away from me to confront Abaster. “Listen here, damned soul, you cannot command us. What business of yours is it if we have this woman? We have gone without for far too long, it’s only fair we should have our fun here!”

Abaster’s voice is back in commanding mode. “Who said fairness was part of being in Hell? You’re here for punishment, so you act as guards in this Circle! Leave her be, or it will be to your detriment!”

The other centaurs are confused and start to slacken their grip on me. That’s all I need. My hand grabs the Sword and quickly draws it, closing the gauntlets around my forearms. Without thinking, I swing and behead two of the attackers trying to hold me down, reducing them to dust.

“You should have listened to Abaster, bastard!” I raise the Sword toward the gang leader, rushing with every intent to run him through.

“Enough!” A different voice booms through the air toward us, and is the only thing that stops me from making dog food out of the centaur gang leader. Another centaur, this one obviously much older and more respected, clops toward us. He makes a quick assessment of the situation, and then turns to the gang leader. “Pholus, are you disgracing your race once more?”

My breathing is fast. I level the Sword along Pholus’s throat, making my intentions known. “Tell me who you are and why I shouldn’t destroy Pholus where he stands. He tried to rape a Guardsman.”

The elder centaur narrows his eyes. “Is this true?”

“Lord Chiron, we have had no females for centuries, millennia, eons. Please let me have this one.”

Chiron comes up to Pholus and slaps him across the face. “You damned fool, Pholus. This isn’t just a woman, this is a Guardsman. See her weapon?” He points toward the Sword, still dripping with the blood of the two destroyed centaurs. “One swing of this weapon and you are done for. You’ve caused the destruction of your brethren. Go!”

Pholus looks downcast as he obeys his elder, turning away from us and trotting away. Soon the others join him, leaving just me, Abaster, and Chiron at the site.

“Abaster, don’t think you’re being allowed off the hook. What are you doing with a living Guardsman here?”

I don’t think Chiron is going to be much of a threat, so I sheathe the Sword finally. My head spins, but I do my best to hide it. “He is my guide, Lord Chiron. I come on a holy errand, to seek the soul of a Guardsman imprisoned wrongly in the Inferno. Please allow this task to continue.”

Chiron levels his eyes toward me. Maybe I shouldn’t have sheathed the Sword so soon. The expression in his eyes, though, is not lust like Pholus but more understanding. “I see. I have seen this soul you seek, the soul of Cole Sharpe. He passed through here not a week ago, going further into the Inferno. I fear you will not find him here in this Circle, lady Alanna, but you may pass through here. I will assist you as much as I am allowed to.”

I bow to Chiron. “Thank you, sir. I will remember you fondly to the world of the living.”

Chiron actually cracks the first smile I’ve seen since I’ve been in Hell. “I appreciate that.” He motions toward a different group of centaurs, from which one approaches. “Nessus is my right-hand assistant, lady Alanna, and as such he will guide you.”

Nessus bows toward us. “Please, come with me. You must ride my back, for we centaurs are the only ones who can ford the river.”

I don’t want to fly much more here, as it seems to sap more strength than usual. I climb up on Nessus’ flank, with Abaster behind me. The centaur rears briefly before breaking into a run toward a suspiciously red, bubbling river.

“We’re crossing through the souls of those violent against property and other people. Vandals, fighters, and murderers are in this river.”

The temperature’s rising. “What’s up with this river?”

Nessus answers me, although his voice shows his pain. “This is a river of boiling blood. As the sinners submerged here have drawn blood in the world of the living, so now do they reap the fruit of their violent acts now.”

Abaster leans forward. “This is not limited to people being directly violent, either. Look out there.”

I narrow my eyes and spy some of the souls being boiled alive in the river. Many of them have had the flesh boiled from their faces, and so are only identifiable by other features. Two skulls in particular draw my attention, one bearing a two-colored long beard and another with a toothbrush mustache.

I know these souls …

Another soul bubbles to the surface and screams. “ALANNA SHARPE, YOU BITCH!”

My heart jumps in my throat, because I know that voice. I turn in the direction it came from, and see her. A recent arrival, since she still has most of her skin, though it’s blistered and raw. A gaping hole which is filling in with more and more of the river’s boiling contents.

Yolanda French.

“She cannot hurt you, Alanna, so pay her no mind.” Abaster’s words in my ear are slightly reassuring, but I’m still tense as she swims through the boiling river toward us.

How can I deal with this? I guess I have to confront her.

“You are here by your own acts, Yolanda. Your acts of violence against supernaturals left you here. I’m sorry you died the way you did, but you can’t blame me for your punishment.”

She grits her scalded teeth. “I can’t blame you, but I can still KILL YOU!” Her arm rises out of the blood, revealing a gun arm.

Good God, she still has her powers here!

My hand is on the Sword, but when Yolanda’s gun fires, instead of shooting a bullet it rips her entire arm off of her body. She screams in pain, only stopped short by Nessus’s back hoof making contact with her face and knocking her back down into the blood. My heart races, but I know I’m safe now, and Abaster was right. She really couldn’t hurt me.

An advantage of being a Guardsman in Hell.

Nessus reaches the opposite shore of the boiling river shortly after our encounter with Yolanda. He shakes off some of the blood, and then urges us to dismount him.

“This is where I leave you. Continue to the south, you will reach your destination.” Nessus turns to me. “Chiron wishes you the best of fortune in your search for your father, lady Alanna.” He bows to us before turning back and crossing the river once again.

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Chapter Fourteen: Ursus Sharpe

Day 4

I could not stand to talk any longer with Abaster after his confession. I was mad at him … still am, really … and so I went to sleep, to try to recover my energy.

As I awaken now, I’m still angry with him, but I realize I’m also angry with my parents, and with Gabe. Why didn’t they tell me the story this way? Why didn’t they tell me that Dad actually died at Four Corners?

Something doesn’t add up. If Dad died at Four Corners, how did he spend all of my life with me? How did I know my father, when, if Abaster is correct, he was killed even before I was born? Swallowing my anger, I decide I’ll find out … Abaster approaches me quickly.

“Come, Alanna, we must cross through Circle 4.”

I stand up, a little wobbly, and cross my arms, shooting Abaster my best angry glare. “First thing’s first, Abaster. If you killed my father, then how did I grow up with him?”

He shrugs. “I’m not entirely clear on it. I know that Abaddon was defeated by your mother taking up the Sword. I know that some sort of miracle took place which brought your father back. The details are fuzzy, since by that time I was already in Minos’s courtroom facing judgment.”

He seems to know a bit about the situation … maybe he’ll be able to answer my doubts. “Why would Mom lie to me about those events? About Dad being killed, why would she hide something like that? Why would Gabe?”

Abaster smiles and approaches me. “Oh dear, Alanna, as mature as you are I forget that you are still, in some ways, yet a child.” Even though I’m wary of it, he places his hand on my shoulder. “Most likely, your mother and your friend only gave you half-truths about the situation because they felt you didn’t need to know about it, being a young girl. I’m sure your mother decided that, since your father was there, all you needed to know was that he was wounded.”

I suppose it makes sense. Why tell a little girl her dad died and then got resurrected? I didn’t need to know until I was mature enough … and even then I doubt I’m even mature enough now. I decide to set the matter aside for later, and come up to Abaster’s side, looking at the next door.

He motions with his stump arm. “On the other side of this door are those who are guilty of the sin of greed. Although we will not find your father there, we must cross through it to continue on our path.”

I open up the Inferno again as Abaster pounds on the door. “Plutus! Let us pass!”

The door slowly swings out toward us, and out steps what appears to be a normal-sized man. Then I see that his skin is entirely encased in precious metals and gemstones. I check the book and realize that Plutus is also called Pluto, so befitting the Roman god of wealth he’s blinged out his entire body.

Plutus approaches and smiles, and I can see grotesque diamonds that encrust his teeth. “Ahh, Alastair Abaster. Back for more?”

Abaster’s face darkens. “I’m here on a holy errand. We must be allowed to pass through.”

The glittering Plutus approaches me. I keep a hand tightly on the Sword. The guard chuckles and leers in my direction. “I’ll let you through, girlie, for a proper price.”

My voice becomes a snarl. “What price would that be?”

He reaches for the Sword. Before I can stop him, his metallic hand clutches the hilt, trying to wrestle it out of my grasp. “Give it here, girl. Pay the piper, and all.”

Abaster is pleading with Plutus to let me pass. He doesn’t need to. I draw the Sword and swing wildly at the jewel-encrusted man, trying to back him off. I feel the Sword make purchase in his glittering flesh, and he leaps backward, clutching his chest in pain. It’s only when I get both hands on the Sword that I look up toward my opponent.

He bleeds, but it’s not blood. It’s too bubbly.

“She’s got some spice to her, Abaster, not like some of your other conquests!”

I growl … the dragon’s growl … and put the blade of the Sword firmly under Plutus’s chin, lifting his face up. This close, I can smell that the substance pouring out of his wound is actually champagne.

“Call me a whore again, bastard. Come on! I DARE YOU!”

Abaster pushes his way between us, but the Sword never leaves Plutus’s neck. “Will you let us pass, gatekeeper? I’m sure you don’t want to go through eternity without a head.”

Plutus grumbles audibly, but pushes the blade away from him. “Fine then. But you only get one freebie. This way.” He motions and leads us through the gate, still clutching his champagne wound. I sheathe the Sword and immediately feel dizzy. Without thinking, I reach for the open bottle of holy water and chug three large swallows.

My head is clearer, but this only makes me worry as I look at the bottle and realize that I’ve consumed over half of it. I only have two spares. I need to make this last, if I’m to last this entire trip.

Plutus guides us through the wall and into the next circle, but the glistening coming through the opening is nearly blinding. Brighter than a thousand suns. I shield my eyes from the glare, but Abaster and Plutus continue as normal.

“Where are we?” I insistently ask my guide.

Abaster turns and sees my discomfort. “Just entering Circle 4, where the hoarders and wasters are punished. Try to keep up.”

I jog slightly to bring myself up to the same level as Abaster. Plutus eventually breaks off from the two of us and returns to his post at the circle’s entrance. “Why is it so bright here?”

“It’s the punishment of all who are sent here. Look around you.”

My eyes are starting to adjust to the brightness, so I look around and find myself in the midst of what appears to be a field full of golden statues. But they’re not statues, because they’re moving, albeit very slowly. They all look like little copies of Plutus.

“What goes on here?” I pull out the book and find our location. “This isn’t the punishment Dante mentioned.”

“This is one point where Dante diverges from what’s here. What you see are the souls of the greedy, the avaricious … hoarders and wasters, all. Dante’s perception was that they all bore heavy weights, which they pushed around, but the truth was worse than he could articulate.” Abaster brings me closer to one of the souls. “These souls cannot act against you, because the burden of their sins is too great. These souls were once wealthy men and women, who either hoarded their wealth and gave nothing of themselves, or squandered their money on fripperies. As a result, when they come here, they are doomed to wear their fortunes like another skin.”

I stroke my chin. “So Dante wrote it as pushing weights because … too many people would’ve thought wearing a solid gold birthday suit would be a good thing?”

Abaster nods. “It was a much different time, Alanna.”

The soul Abaster brought us close to narrows his eyes. “I … know your … weapon, child.”

I spin and have my hand on the Sword, ready for action, but the soul simply stands in front of me, immobilized by what appears to be three tons of molten gold encasing every nook and cranny of his skin. His mouth and face seems to be able to move, though … I suppose that’s so the punishers can have the benefit of watching the tortured suffer.

“If you know the weapon, you probably know what I can do with it, buddy.”

There’s a barely-perceptible nod. “I know, child. I bore it.”

Oh no … this is a hellbound Sharpe! I narrow my eyes. “Who are you?”

“In life, I was known as Ursus Sharpe. I was a landowner, a lord, with servants and peasants in my holdings. For a while, I was the wealthiest man in the world …”

Ursus trails off slightly. I turn to Abaster. “Why have I never heard of him? Dad told me a lot about the Sword’s history and its holders, but never about this guy.”

“The sinners here did nothing noteworthy in their lives, other than having great wealth. They did nothing for others that they could not profit from. As a result, an additional part of their punishment is anonymity in the living world.”

I have a sudden need to know more about this ancestor of mine. “Ursus, can you tell me when you lived?”

Ursus sputters back to attentiveness. “During the time of the plague. I was commissioned by my king to lead a new Crusade to the Holy Land … it never came to be, though, because we could not agree on a price.”

I groan. No wonder he’s here … he can’t see past his own damn wallet. I notice that his hand is slowly moving, approaching the Sword’s hilt again.

“Please, Sharpe child, let me hold my Sword once more … I earned the birthright, I was a Sharpe …”

I turn the Sword hip away from Ursus. “You keep your hands off of it. You’re here for a reason.” My voice goes cold the more I speak to this golden man. “You’re unknown for a reason, Ursus. You had your chance, and instead you chose to sell the Guardsman to the highest bidder … and as a result you did nothing to prove yourself worthy of the birthright.” I turn quickly to Abaster. “Let’s go. I don’t want to stay in this ring any longer than I need to … truthfully, I’d prefer the hogs in the Circle 3 pigsty to this place.”

Ursus looks disappointed, but my mind is made up about him. Abaster leads me further down the road, through the rest of this circle. As we continue, Ursus’s voice never reduces in volume, as he calls out to us and begs to know my price for the Sword.

The Sword is priceless. The fewer Guardsmen like Ursus there are in the line, the better.

Ursus’ yelling is getting the attention of other greedy souls around us. Some of them shamble up, the heavy gold coating them forcing slow motion, and reach for us. I try to knock them aside. Some of them get the hint and move away … others, when I hit them, don’t even flinch.

I put my back to Abaster’s, keeping pace with him as he continues to force his way through the wealthy damned. I throw a kick at a gold woman trying to grab my ankle.

“The Sword is mine, youngling, and I will take back what is mine!”

Damn. It’s Ursus, and now I realize what he’s doing. He’s getting the other souls to slow us down enough for him to catch up and steal the Sword away from me. The longer they stall us, the more they fight, the harder it is to beat them away from us without drawing the Sword and the closer Ursus gets. Eventually the gold-encrusted souls clutch both me and Abaster tightly, preventing us from continuing.

“Ursus, stop this!” Abaster calls out to him. “He Who Is Called I AM was once your master! Heed my words, your descendant acts on His behalf here and you do yourself no favors by interfering with her.”

Ursus laughs. “Please. The Guardsman is simply a weapon, nothing more, and beholden to whoever is his master.” He’s face-to-face with me, his voice creating a low growl. “You, woman, you are no Guardsman. You’re no heir. You’re no Sharpe.”

I glare bullets through Ursus’s face. “I’m fifty times the Sharpe you are, monster.”

He simply grins. His teeth are silver. “We’ll see.” He reaches for my right hip, clutching the Sword in his grip. He pulls on it.

It doesn’t move.

The sheath has a snap flap that can go over the finger guard to secure the Sword in place, but it’s not engaged. Ursus pulls. He grasps it with his other hand, then with both hands. Nothing he does can remove the weapon from my side.

I can’t help but laugh. “Who’s not a Sharpe now?”

Ursus growls again. “What trickery is this?”

“No tricks,” Abaster booms. “The Sword only recognizes one master.”

Ursus suddenly recoils, looking like he’s been bitten. I catch a glimpse of the palm of his hand, which had been gripping at the Sword. The gold encrusting his palm is melted, in an exact pattern to the Sword’s hilt.

Dust is pouring out of the wound.

Ursus panics. He clutches his hand, trying to hold the dust inside. “Help me, you fools! What am I paying you for?”

The other souls who had been restraining us rush over to Ursus, which gives me and Abaster a chance to escape. We run away quickly, heading toward as close to a marked border there is to this ring, a riverbank.

“What was happening?” I ask breathlessly.

Abaster’s arms pump hard as we run. “Once a soul comes to Hell, it’s no longer human. Especially with him, he tried to reclaim the birthright and could not because he’s a demon now.”

Doesn’t that make you a demon, too? I stop myself from asking this question. “Is that why he started leaking dust?”

We finally reach the riverbank. Abaster pulls up and looks at me strangely. “Yes. When the Sword kills demons, they become less than nothing. They become shiftless dust, without form or purpose, and blow away in the wind.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “Congratulations … you just killed a demon.”

I look back toward where we had run from. Ursus is simply standing there. The other souls have abandoned him and moved away. I narrow my eyes, trying to focus the telescopic sight the dragon gives me on the wealthy soul, and finally find him coming into focus. Where once he had a face, there is now an expressionless, faceless slab of gold.

I destroyed him. The Sword has destroyed a demon in Hell.

#phantom squadron #infernal eighteen

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Chapter Twelve: Minos

(cw: torture, sexual assault)

Day 2

When I rouse from my unconscious, exhausted sleep, the boat is just pulling up on the opposite “shore” of the Limbo bog. My head feels much clearer, and I sit up and make my way next to Abaster.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“About a day. There isn’t much you have missed, Alanna, just the voyage across Limbo.”

The boatman makes one last, strong push with his skiff pole, driving the boat up on the more firm ground. “Here we are, as requested. The Court of Minos.”

I should show some appreciation … after all, he risked his neck for me. I gently embrace the boatman. “Thank you for taking us across.”

I don’t think he’s used to any sort of affection, but he tries to return the hug in kind. “I wish you luck and Godspeed in your quest, Guardsman.”

Abaster is waiting for me by the door of a massive building, carved into a cave. The passageway has to be a hundred feet tall and at least that wide. I’m staggered by the sheer magnitude of this door, and almost don’t notice when it opens for Abaster, who waves to me to follow him. The interior of the building is just as gigantic in scale as the door, reaching up what seems like an infinite height. The darkness above my head completely obscures the ceiling of this place … if it even has a ceiling.

Once I’ve adjusted to the scale of the room, I finally focus on the room’s sole occupant, at the opposite end. Abaster makes a motion toward him.

“Minos.”

The creature at the opposite end of the hallway is just as titanic as the room itself. By my estimate, he has to stand at least three hundred feet tall, and seems to only loom larger the closer we approach. He has a bull’s head, topping a heavily muscled body, with a long tail whipping back and forth behind him. As we approach, his eyes narrow toward us.

“Alastair Abaster, you have already faced judgment. Why do you approach again?”

Abaster seems a bit shaken, but he stands his ground. “Minos, I act on God’s behalf as a guide for this mortal.”

Minos’s eyes narrow further. “I know this mortal. Alanna Sharpe, the Guardsman, you do not belong here. Be warned, should you continue, you shall face the full horrors of Hell, just as the damned do.”

I guess I need to state my case. I step forward. My hand hasn’t left the Sword’s hilt yet. “Your Honor, I don’t take this journey lightly. There is a soul currently trapped in Hell, the soul of a Guardsman, who should not be here, and I have been tasked with his rescue.”

Minos seems unmoved. “One’s status as a Guardsman guarantees you nothing. Do you not think that I have seen Sharpes come through? The birthright does not automatically create a righteous soul.”

“Make no mistake, Minos, I do not have any illusions that there are no Sharpes in Hell. I’m sure some in my family line abused their power as the Guardsman. This particular soul did not, though. He does not deserve damnation, he has not earned it.”

The judge rumbles and stands up. Oh my God, he was sitting down! He’s humongous and he’s approaching!!

Abaster steps in front of me, protectively. As he approaches, I can see that Minos isn’t looking too welcoming. His eyes are turning red. The hooves that comprise his feet are shaking the ground with every step.

“Who are you to preclude my judgment? I am the sole judge of Hell. Mine has been a role I have kept for centuries, never once has a soul gone through this room without my attention!”

His voice is a bull’s bellow. His breath tries to knock me backward. Despite the struggle, I hold my ground, clutching the Sword’s hilt tighter. I grit my teeth and respond. “As much as I respect you, Minos, you are wrong in this instance. Cole Sharpe is not a soul deserving of this. He was my father. He was a good man, a righteous man who used the power of the Guardsman to defend life, not to magnify himself.”

Minos’s face takes on a puzzled expression. “Cole Sharpe? He did not pass through here.”

“Yet his soul resides in Hell currently. How did he get in there without you having judged his soul?”

Abaster approaches at my left side. “Hear me, Lord Minos. Alanna Sharpe comes on an errand for He Who Is Called I AM. She must be allowed to continue into the abyss.”

Minos’s shoulders slump slightly. He shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear his own confusion physically. He snuffs, and a warm blast of air comes out of his nose. Finally, he stamps one of his hooved feet.

“Very well. Alanna Sharpe, you will be allowed passage without judgment. Be warned, though, as I said before, you will face the full punishments of the damned. Hell can make no exceptions for the righteous.”

I kneel gently. I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to do, but it seems respectful. “Thank you.”

“Also be advised, Alastair Abaster notwithstanding, you will not pass through this court again. To leave Hell, it is a one-way journey. The deeper you go in, the fiercer the dangers. Gird your soul for the torments which beckon.”

My free hand wanders to one of the bottles. “Lord Minos, I can assure you … nothing in Hell compares to the torments which I have already lived through. Thank you for the warning, though.” I motion toward Abaster. “Lead on.”

Abaster bows toward Minos as well before guiding me through the darkness and further into the abyss. The opposite door of Minos’s court finally appears through the dusky gloom, and opens for us. Once we pass through, however, I hear the oppressive slam of the door and turn around, but no door is cut into the wall anymore. My hands feel along the stone wall, allowing the dark mist to conceal me.

Abaster’s hand on my shoulder stops my search. “Minos did warn you, we will not pass through his court again. Come, we must continue.”

I give up my search for the door and come up to Abaster’s side. “Where are we now?”

He clears his throat. “The ring immediately adjacent to the Court of Minos holds those most guilty of the sin of Lust.” He crouches down on the ground. “You might want to take cover.”

I realize why a little too late, as a giant gust of wind catches within my wings and flings me quickly away from Abaster. He reaches to grab me, but reaches with the wrong arm … the one missing a hand … and can’t catch me. The wind is too inconsistent, and buffers me about like a plastic bag in a tornado.

Through my confusion, I can hear voices around me, shrieks and cries for mercy. I try to open my eyes, and catch a glimpse of several naked men and women, similarly blown about like I am, only they occasionally smash against the wall of the Court of Minos. I hear from that direction screams of a different sort … screams of rage, screams of anger, all of it directed toward Minos for sentencing them to this circle.

My stomach is rotating in the opposite direction as I’m being blown … I have to take control of this situation! I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and force my wings to use the wind rather than act as a parachute in it. After fighting for precious seconds and clutching my stomach to prevent myself from getting sick, I finally can feel myself getting back to an upright position, under somewhat control. I dare to open my eyes and find myself far up above the surface, so high that I feel like I’m completely obscured in a cloud of shadow.

By gauging the wind’s direction based on the souls I see flying past, I’m finally able to get some navigational control. I tilt my wings, searching for currents, while scanning the ground in search of Abaster. When I finally spot him, he’s standing and waving toward me. I cape my wings around myself and enter a fast descent, tilting myself away from the harsh wind gusts, until I’m close enough to safely touch down. I remain in a crouched position, though, and approach Abaster.

“You sound like someone who’s been here before. How did you know …?”

“I’m no stranger to these winds.” Abaster shows me his remaining hand, which appears to be raw. “The sands of Hell blow through those winds, and rend flesh on those souls who are being punished in Circle 2. I’ve had my fair share of sandblasting in my time here.”

I stroke my chin slightly. “So exactly where in Hell did you come from?”

Abaster sighs. “It’s complicated. I may tell you about it sometime. In the meantime, let us continue … you have a father to find.”

I nod and try to brush myself off, though I doubt I’ll be successful. “All right. So all of these souls here are those of the primarily lustful?”

Abaster nods as we walk through the circle. More souls soar overhead, screaming as they pass over us. “These are the souls of those with no self-control where it comes to matters of sex. They are the lustful, those who gave in to their animal side rather than that of reason.”

Spoken like one who knows … but I won’t say anything. Yet. “How many souls wind up here?”

He shrugs. “Hard to say, no one’s ever tried taking a census.” He looks around, then crouches again and pulls me down with him. “Look over there, girl. Do you see those men over there?”

I look across the plain from where we are crouched and see seven men, all stripped naked, all of them whipped and bruised and beaten. They are all red, whipped raw by the sand flying in the air. They are also all bound, chained down to anchors on the ground. Then I notice the line of demons behind them, all of them in various states of arousal …

“Good God … what the hell is going on over there?”

Abaster smirks. “An apt way of putting it, Alanna. Those seven men were commanders in the Jerzaanian Royal Guard, who served their master by capturing, enslaving, and raping women. They gave in to the sin of lust, using the excuse of duty. Their punishment here is to be eternally raped by a never-ending parade of demons.”

I hear each of the men scream as the next demon starts in on them. The demons only cruelly chuckle. One growls and takes a bite out of a man’s shoulder while having its way with him.

“And the chains?”

“A fitting punishment as well. If they were normal lustful souls, they would be blown around by the winds of Circle 2. Those chains ensure that they never have respite from this punishment that they rightly deserve. When the winds come, they are picked up by it, but the chains around their neck strangle them and keep them held down to that place.”

Another man screams, like no other male scream I’ve ever heard. I can feel the warmth in my eyes …

“Do not cry for them, Alanna.”

I sigh and try to collect myself. “I hate watching people suffer, you have to understand that.”

“I do, and that’s what makes you a good Guardsman, and a good person. But you must understand … these men suffer because they have earned this, this is the wage of their great sin.”

Too much suffering … I’ve seen too many people suffer at the hands of the New Empire. Too many of my friends and loved ones, being tortured, being threatened … even as I watch, even as I remember the stories I’ve been told about Jerzaan, about what their Sovereign did to Aunt Kitty, I still can’t help but feel sorry for these men.

Another man’s scream is cut off by having something shoved into his mouth, and that’s when I reach my emotional limit. I curl up in a shaking ball, trying to hide my face from the horror around me. Abaster seems understanding, as he places an arm around my shoulders. At some point, though I’m too numb to understand it, he helps me to my feet and guides me away.

#phantom squadron #infernal eighteen

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