April 15th, 1912 A.D.
11:31 P.M.
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Loki the Coyote
Somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean …
A man, dressed in the rough-and-tumble fashion of the American Old West, strolled along the decks of the passenger liner. He stopped next to an elegant woman dressed in a flowing, midnight purple silk evening gown. Fiery red hair framed a perfect, dark-olive complexioned face, her impassive visage practically glowed in the moonlight.
Sounds of a band playing “Asleep in the Deep” and revelers laughing in the distant, crystal-sparkling dance room of the ship first-class section floated demurely across the decks. It was too bitter cold for most passengers to enjoy the night’s shockingly clear black skies. Not for this woman, though … or this man. They both stared into the icy gusts as if it were balmy summer. He brushed an errant lock of hair away from his forehead and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of salt in the air. “Evenin’, Lilith.”
The woman regally nodded her head a single time. “Loki.”
“You look radiant tonight.”
“Considering the magnitude of the occasion, I thought I should.” She laughed lightly, a musical sound quietly permeating the roar of the ocean.
Loki watched the low shadow on the horizon. If you didn’t know it was there, it would have been impossible to spot. If you had looking glasses you maybe could see it, but Loki held the only pair on the whole ship. If the sky were only a bit brighter, or if a moon would surrender its merest crescent smile … but the moon was absent on this night, and the invisible shadow remained invisible, though it didn’t keep its place.
“Indeed, my lady. I have brought the gift you sought.” Reaching into the pocket of his vest, digging around for a moment, and pulling out a small pearl, seemingly made of light. The Trickster grinned.
Lilith clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, my dearest Loki. I can’t believe you actually pulled it off. Are all of the Angel’s memories in here?”
Nodding solemnly, Loki rolled the pearl between his fingers. “They are, indeed. I don’t like doing this. He was a brave ally in our struggle against the gray ones. I fear that without him the gods will fall.”
Lilith nodded, watching out of the corner of her eye as the shadow upon the horizon grew larger. “The fall of the Angel now means that the werewolf that can’t change will be born. He is the key to stopping the vampire that doesn’t drink blood. If the Angel was not contained now and allowed to shape events, he would stop the wolf from being there when the vampire is born. But not now. Now we get an ally returned, and the balance against our enemies.”
She pointed at the pearl. “In sixty-five years, when his essence is dissolved and he finds a new host, he’ll be more powerful than ever. You know if we leave him in the state he is in, he will be worse than useless—until he drifts into oblivion.” She shrugged. “Losing his memories will bring him to the brink of madness. But he will fuse his soul to a mortal and the fiery sword shall rise again, my friend.”
“I get that.” Snapping his fist closed around the iridescent bauble, he grimaced. “The Gray Ones gather strength and our allies are all gone. They may be just a cabal of lesser powers, but they don’t bicker. Where our moves are plain, they are hidden, we stand alone and they strike as a united front, and we fall one by one. We stand alone. In this especially we stand alone, and it isn’t like either of us really trusts the other. Are we to simply spend the next century rebuilding allies, creating new power bases?”
Warmth challenged the bitter chill in the air as Lilith gently reached out to touch his hand. “Dearest Trickster, we don’t have to trust each other. We just have to work together for a few small centuries to save our kind. Yes, we have to rebuild. You’ve done the right thing with his essence. It will make the next century hard, but the end game will be ours.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it, Lilith; doesn’t mean I have to like it. We sit here speaking in cryptic riddles, and the whole damn world is going to hell.” Loki shrugged as he threw the small pearl into the ocean.
As the dark waters of the ocean closed over the luminescent stone, the light faded, swallowed by the inky darkness. Light sparkled in Lilith’s eyes. Ripples of power flowed back in time from the souls that were about to be released from life. Prophesy boiled up in the ancient Lilith’s mind, and she spoke. “So mote it be. Threescore years shall we wait, before the sword is found, and two score more before the pieces shall fall into place.”
Loki rolled his eyes, sighing. He didn’t believe this. The wolf and vampire had to be kept apart, not brought together. But he had to play along. For now. “All right, Lilith. I get it. You’re mysterious. You know you could just say that we’ll rock this shit in the nineteen seventies, and be dealing with it for forty years. Guess we have a bit to wait.” He brightened up a little bit as a thought struck him. “At least I get another century of fun before I have to start taking things seriously. Thank us for small favors, eh?”
Lilith threw back her head and laughed. “I doubt you will ever be able to take things seriously. Use this time wisely Loki, and prepare your pieces. Those that move against us are powerful, indeed, and by their very nature obfuscated from our view.” She held up a finger. “Yes, yes. I know. Language. They are beyond our influence. You know damn well what I mean.”
He tilted his head to the side watching the shadow looming on the horizon as it became clear that it was an iceberg. “True. However, power without humor is a waste. They get too serious. They lose sight of what’s important in the universe. So do you sometimes, Lilly-Pad. It is the nature … no, the gift of Humanity to laugh at itself, and its curse to laugh at each other.” His fingers curled into a fist. “And the Gray Ones don’t understand Gift or Curse.”
The looming shadow dripped blackness until midnight blue was visible in the iceberg’s jagged face, now only moments from colliding with the ship, serenely drifted through the tide. “They lose sight of humanity, and of the humans.”
Ice ripped through ship’s metal hull, tearing a tragic scar in the face of history, and unfolding legend. Savoring the moment of impact, the two gods leaned against the railing of the Titanic, consuming the stray prayers of those aboard as history was made. As more and more passengers flocked to the decks, some fighting with each other, some trying to help each other, all trying to reach the lifeboats, Lilith and Loki slipped gently over the side of the ship, floating serenely down towards the water.
The two gods landed lightly on the ocean’s surface, strolling away from the doomed vessel. Once they were a suitable distance away, they stopped and turned around, watching the final act of the terrible drama. Both focused intently, helping guide the souls of those whose prayers they had collected. For almost three hours the two gods collected souls, shepherds of the last wishes of the drowning. For some they eased passage to their final reward, while for others they sustained and even granted life, by guiding lifeboats miraculously to those who could be saved, or away from jagged ice and the dangerous flotsam that loitered everywhere.
As history’s quill penned its last stroke, and the “unsinkable” H.M.S. Titanic sank completely into its own icy sepulcher, the two gods departed, not to see each other again for over sixty years.
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