Two years had passed since Wil created the portal between the worlds; two years since the life-spark sisters Aimee and Desiree first met and reached out to each other following Wil’s confrontation with Styxis in her throne room. With the melding of the sisters’ spirits at the moment their life sparks were joined in a flash of magical energy, the demoness had been diminished.
Yes, Styxis was diminished, of that there was no doubt. No longer the force that had threatened Wil and Caron’s side of the boundary and ruled her own side with fear and depraved cruelty, Styxis had found a diversion from the obsessive lust for power that had been the center of her long existence. In place of the power she had once wielded so ruthlessly, she now immersed herself in a very different kind of lust: her almost incessant carnal couplings with her male mirror, the wizard Patrick. It was a pleasure that had ever been denied her by the innate cruelty of her world until after she had been diminished by the spiritual joining of the life-spark daughters of Wil and Caron.
Within the month that Wil, Caron and Roland departed Blackstone following the marriages of Aimee and Desiree to Lieutenant Crislin and Little Wil, the wizard Patrick’s senses prickled at the presence of a third power inserting itself into his sexual coupling with Styxis. Though he continued his physical assault on the demoness who was unaware of anything but the savage pleasure raging through her, his mind recoiled in recognition of what it was that he sensed. This cannot be allowed, he thought as looked at Styxis’s face, lost in its sensual delirium at her moment of release. This is a threat that must be destroyed.
Not long after Wil and Caron arrived back at Wisdom for Wil’s long delayed reunion with Scrubby, the threat Patrick sensed had been eliminated.
But it was not destroyed as he had intended.
Transformed by Wil into a living portal capable of existing in the worlds both of good and evil without being quickly eroded by either, the sentience that had once been the demon Gulak shuddered at a ripple in the fabric at the boundary between the worlds. Though he no longer had a corporeal form, his awareness would describe the feeling of the ripple as that of chills up the back at the horrifying sensation that something evil was creeping up behind him. His awareness cast itself quickly in all directions but could find no living thing to explain the feeling.
He had no way to know that the ripple he felt had the potential to touch both the near and distant futures of the worlds on both sides of the boundary. Had he known that it threatened his own continued existence, he would certainly have made an effort to make contact with Wil. Instead, he returned to his favorite pastime of watching Styxis and Patrick in their seemingly endless ravishment of one another.