City of Ashes -Book 2-

Chapter 1

The pre-dawn chill settled over New York City like a shroud, muffling the usual cacophony of urban life. Liam Ashford stood motionless atop a weathered gargoyle, his lean frame a silhouette against the lightening sky. The wind whipped at his dark coat, carrying with it the scent of rain and fading magic.

Six months had passed since that fateful day when Ariya Frazier, the Luminary, had sacrificed herself to seal the breach between worlds. Six months of searching, of clawing desperately at every magical lead, every whispered rumor of a way to bring her back. Six months of failure.

Liam's hand moved unconsciously to the Libérium pendant that hung around his neck, its familiar weight both a comfort and a torment. It was Ariya's pendant, the last physical remnant of her presence in this world. He remembered the moment he had found it lying on the cold stone floor of Thorne's stronghold, the only thing left behind when Ariya had poured her entire being into sealing the portal.

The memory of her final moments flashed through his mind with painful clarity - her tear-stained face as she created the barrier between them, the determined set of her jaw as she began the ritual, the way she had mouthed "I love you" before being engulfed in blinding light. Liam squeezed his eyes shut, willing the images away, but they clung to him like a second skin.

"I will find you," he whispered, his words carried away by the wind. "Whatever it takes, Ari. I swear it."

A flicker of movement in his peripheral vision snapped Liam back to the present. His violet eyes narrowed as he scanned the surrounding rooftops, years of training as a Seeker kicking in. There - a shadow that moved against the wind, a figure darting between chimneys with inhuman grace.

Liam's lips curled into a grim smile. Finally, after weeks of fruitless patrols, he had found his quarry. With fluid grace born of countless night hunts, he launched himself from his perch, landing silently on the adjacent roof. The chase was on.

He pursued the shadowy figure across the New York skyline, leaping gaps between buildings and scaling fire escapes with practiced ease. The creature - for it was certainly not human - moved with unnatural speed, but Liam had the advantage of knowing these rooftops like the back of his hand.

As they neared the edge of a particularly dilapidated tenement, Liam saw his opportunity. He reached into his coat, withdrawing a small, rune-etched cylinder. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he hurled it towards his prey. The cylinder exploded in midair, releasing a net of shimmering energy that enveloped the fleeing shadow.

The creature let out an inhuman shriek as it tumbled to the rooftop, writhing within the magical snare. Liam approached cautiously, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other outstretched and crackling with violet energy.

"Alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Let's see what you really are."

As he drew closer, the shadows surrounding the creature seemed to peel away, revealing a form that made Liam's stomach churn. It was vaguely humanoid, but its limbs were too long, too jointed. Its skin was a mottled gray, covered in what looked like patches of fungus. But it was the face that truly unsettled him - a featureless expanse of flesh, save for a wide, tooth-filled maw that split its head nearly in two.

"By the Ancients," Liam breathed, taking an involuntary step back. "What manner of abomination are you?"

The creature's only response was a guttural growl, its body contorting as it tried to break free of the magical net. Liam steeled himself, pushing down the revulsion that threatened to overwhelm him. He had seen many strange and terrible things in his years as a Seeker, but this... this was something new.

"You're one of Thorne's creations, aren't you?" Liam asked, though he knew he wouldn't get a coherent answer. "A leftover from his mad schemes, set loose on the city."

He crouched down, careful to stay out of reach of those unnaturally long limbs. "Well, whatever you are, your midnight strolls end here. But first, you're going to tell me everything you know about your master's plans."

As Liam reached out to place a hand on the creature's misshapen head, preparing to delve into its twisted psyche, a familiar voice cut through the night air.
"Woah there, Houdini. You might want to hold off on the magical mind-meld for a second."

Liam turned to see Detective Elena Ramirez hauling herself onto the rooftop, her breath coming in short gasps. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her typically immaculate suit was rumpled from the climb. Despite the early hour and the bizarre situation, her eyes were sharp and alert.

"Elena," Liam acknowledged with a nod. "I didn't realize the NYPD had taken an interest in rooftop parkour."

Elena snorted, brushing dust from her knees as she straightened up. "Yeah, well, when my magical consultant starts chasing monsters across the skyline, I figure it's time to clock some overtime." Her gaze shifted to the writhing creature in the net, and her hand instinctively moved to her service weapon. "Jesus H. Christ. What the hell is that thing?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Liam admitted, his brow furrowed. "But I intend to find out. It might be our best lead yet on what Thorne was really planning."

Elena's expression softened slightly at the mention of Thorne. She knew how desperately Liam had been searching for any information that might lead to a way to bring Ariya back. "Look, Liam," she said, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "I know how important this is to you. But we need to do this by the book. Or at least, as close to the book as we can get with... whatever that is."

Liam opened his mouth to argue, but Elena held up a hand to stop him. "I've got a containment team on standby. They've been briefed on handling magical entities. We'll take this thing in, study it properly. And I promise, you'll be involved every step of the way."

For a moment, Liam stood silent, internal conflict evident in the tightening of his jaw. Part of him wanted to disregard protocol, to tear the information he needed directly from the creature's mind. But he knew Elena was right. If they were going to uncover the truth about Thorne's plans and find a way to save Ariya, they needed to do it right.

"Fine," he said finally, his shoulders sagging slightly. "But I want to be present for any and all interrogations. If this thing knows anything about Thorne or Ariya, I need to hear it firsthand."

Elena nodded, relief evident in her eyes. "Agreed. Now, how about we get this horror show off the roof before the sun comes up and we have to explain to the morning commuters why there's a Lovecraftian nightmare in a magic net on their building?"

As if on cue, the creature let out another unearthly shriek, its body contorting in ways that defied anatomy. Elena flinched, her hand tightening on her gun. "On second thought, maybe we should just push it off and tell the containment team to catch it at the bottom."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Liam felt the corner of his mouth twitch in the ghost of a smile. Elena's gallows humor had been a lifeline over the past six months, a reminder that there was still a world beyond his grief and obsession.

"Tempting," he replied, "but I think we'd better do this the old-fashioned way. Well, as old-fashioned as you can get with an eldritch abomination, anyway."

Together, they managed to secure the creature, Liam reinforcing the magical bindings while Elena called in the containment team. As they waited for backup to arrive, Liam found his gaze drawn to the lightening horizon. Somewhere out there, beyond the veil between worlds, he knew Ariya was waiting. He could feel it in his bones, in the constant, dull ache that had taken up residence in his chest since her disappearance.

"We're going to find her," Elena said softly, reading the pain in his expression. "You know that, right?"

Liam nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He appreciated Elena's unwavering support, even if he sometimes doubted whether she truly believed Ariya could be saved. As the first rays of sunlight began to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, Liam made a silent vow. He would unravel the mysteries left in the wake of Thorne's defeat. He would find a way to pierce the veil between worlds. And no matter the cost, he would bring Ariya back to the world she had sacrificed everything to save.