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I even recognize Ory's voice when James speaks next。
Funny how I didn't before。 Too bad； huh。
〃I just want the child；〃 James says to my daughter。
She stares up at him。 〃Your kind never wants just one thing。〃
He pulls the trigger back dangerously far。
〃You missed me at the condo；〃 he says。 〃That was your chance。 But you will have no more chances if you do not do what I say。 Nor will the child。〃
Kalika stares up at him a moment。
Then she hands him the baby with her left arm。
He takes the infant in his knife arm。
He turns to walk away。
Kalika tries to get up。
〃No！〃 I gasp； choking on my own blood。
James pivots and shoots her directly in the heart。 Stunned； she staggers back。 He pumps again and shoots her in the exact same spot。 Her chest cavity literally explodes。 Her white coat and white dress are a mess of red tissue and torn threads。 Reaching out a feeble left arm； trying to give it one last desperate try； she suddenly closes her eyes and falls face first on the floor。 James stares down at her for a moment and then drops the shotgun and kneels beside me。 The infant's face is only inches from my own but I am unable to reach out and touch him。 The baby seems worried； but James looks as if he is having a good time。
〃What did you tell me？〃 he asks。〃 'I will see you again someday。 It is not over。'〃 He pauses。 〃Yeah； I think that was it。 Well； at least you were half right。〃
I drown in red blood。 My voice bubbles out。
〃How？〃
〃How am I here again in a different body？ That is a Setian secret； isn't it？ But to tell you the truth I never left。 Oh； I have transferred many times； into many forms； but that is a small trick for beings such as ourselves。〃 He glances at motionless Kalika。 〃It is a pity your daughter had to destroy my entire crop of new apprentices。 But there will be more from where they came。〃
〃What？〃 I whisper。
He chuckles。 〃What am I going to do with the child now that you have led me to him？ Honestly； you don't want to know。 Better you go to your grave with no horrific image in your pretty head。〃 He raises the dagger。 〃Where do you want me to put in the poison？ It is a new and improved brand。 It is guaranteed to kill even the strongest of vampires。 And slowly。〃
〃Go to hell；〃 I gasp。
〃Sita； I just came from there。〃
He stabs me in midback and leaves the blade in。
I am too weak to pull it out。 To find it； even。
James stands and walks away with the child。
Finally； I hear the infant begin to cry。
17
Red； searing pain and black despair。 These two colors； these two forms of torture； are all I know for the next few minutes。 It is not as if I lose sight of the room； it is just that I see it from another angle。 A place of pain and judgment where my soul floats above the boiling cauldron I am sure is waiting for me on the other side。 To realize I have been working all along for the enemy； that I was in fact their greatest ally； is too much for me。 Death； if it would just involve oblivion； would be more than wele。 But I know there must be a special hell prepared for the one who sold the messiah to the jackal。
From far away I feel something moist and warm touch my lips。
It tastes like blood； very sweet blood； but it is such a potent elixir that I swear I have never encountered it before。 Before my mind knows it； my body is hungrily licking the substance。 The flow of blood that has been steadily dripping from my throat finally begins to slow。 At first I think it is because my body is running out of blood； but then I realize I am healing； which should be impossible with a severed neck； a knife in my back； and Setian poison pumping in my veins。 Yet after a time my vision clears and I am able to see normally。
My daughter lies beside me。
She is feeding me her own blood with her cupped palm。
For a moment I think that means she is recovering。 But then I see that her horrible wounds have not healed at all。 My eyes register my sorrow but she smiles even now。
〃There is only enough life left for you；〃 she says。
I push her hand away。 〃You mustn't。 You are the only hope。〃
〃You are。〃 She forces more of her blood down my throat and then rolls me on my side。 There is a sharp pain in my back as she pulls out Ory's dagger。 I still feel the poison in my system； however； crawling through my veins and feeding on my internal organs。 Kalika opens the vein on her wrist and forces me to feed； and it is as if the current of her life energy overwhelms the poison； and I feel it die inside me。 A peaceful warmth steals over my physical form。 Already I think the wound in my throat has closed。 Yet inside I am still in torment。 Even as I sit up Kalika seems to lose strength and lies back down。 The massive wound to her chest is still open and I cringe because I worry I may actually see her heart beating； or slowing down。 I don't know； of course。 I do try to open my vein to drip my blood over her wound； but she stops me。
〃It's too late；〃 she says。
This death I cannot bear。
〃No；〃 I moan。
〃You see I did not want to harm the child。 I just wanted to protect him from the Setians。〃
〃That's why you came into this world？〃
〃Yes。〃 She raises her left hand and touches my hair。 〃And to be your daughter。〃
The tears on my face are so red。 They will stain my skin； I think； and I will carry the burden of this loss the rest of my days； out where people can see it。 I want to bury my face in her chest but I am afraid I will hurt her more。 So I take the hand she touches me with and I kiss it。
〃I should have listened to you；〃 I say。
〃Yes。〃
〃You never hurt the police； did you？〃
〃No。〃
〃And you knew Eric had a fatal illness？〃
〃Yes。 His suffering would have been worse if I had not killed him。〃
My voice is choked。 〃You should have told me。〃
This amuses her。 〃You hear what you wish。 You are more human than you know。 But that is your greatest strength as well。 Krishna loves all humanity as his children。〃
〃Who is the child； Kalika？ Is he Krishna？ Is he Christ？〃
Her voice is weak； her gaze far away。 〃He is like me； the essence of all things。 A name； a title； does not describe him。 Divisions are for men。 God knows only one being。〃
〃Does the child need my help to survive？〃
She is a long time answering。 Her eyes are focused on the ceiling。
〃You will help him。 That is why you were born。〃
Sobs rack my body。 〃All this time you never lied to me。〃
That makes her look at me。 〃Once I did。 When I told you I would not let you stand in my way to the child。〃 A spasm shakes her body and I hear her heart skip as she begins to die。 〃I could never hurt you； Sita。〃
〃How do I stop Ory？〃
〃Your age…old weapons； strength and cunning； will not do it。〃
〃But what will？〃
〃Faith is stronger than stone；〃 she whispers。
〃The scripture。〃 I am confused。 〃But it spoke against you。〃
That makes her smile。 〃Parts Suzama wrote。 Parts Ory wrote to make it look like Suzama's writing。〃
〃The papyrus about you was of a different texture。〃
〃Yes。 You cannot believe everything you read； even when it is supposed to be scri