Chapter 8 The List
They doubled back under cover of twilight. The trading post stood quiet, its broken window boarded hastily by Mira before she fled to safer ground. Darius pushed open the door and stepped inside, Mara following close behind.
"You risk returning here," Mara said, her voice low in the dark room. "The assassins' bodies are still warm. More will come."
Darius lit a single lantern on the counter. "I need something from the archives. Won't take long."
He moved behind the counter to the locked cabinet where the oldest records were kept. The key was exactly where he had left it years ago. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a thick, dust-covered tome. The pages crackled as he flipped through them until he found the section he wanted.
Mara stood nearby, watching in silence. Her golden eyes reflected the lantern light as Darius read the ancient text again.
"This is the law," he said, tapping the page. "Confirmed. Any man who completes the full set of seven marriages with the Calamities gains the legal right to challenge the Pantheon of the First Order. Not just fight them. Challenge their entire rule over the continent."
Mara stepped closer. "You are not speaking of survival anymore."
Darius didn't answer right away. He took out a fresh sheet of parchment, dipped his quill, and began writing. The scratching sound was loud in the empty post.
Mara read the words as they appeared.
1\. Mara - Plague Incarnate
2\. Veth - War Incarnate
3\. Solis - Famine Incarnate
4\. Kael - Ruin Incarnate
5\. Nyra - Storm Incarnate
6\. Drea - Death Incarnate
7\. Eryn - Chaos Incarnate
He wrote each name carefully. No hesitation. No crossings out.
Mara's stillness grew heavier. "You intend to bind all of us."
Darius set the quill down and looked at her. "Yes."
The single word hung between them. Mara stared at the list, then at him.
"You understand what that means," she said slowly. "Two marriages would shake the empires. Three would terrify them. All seven..." She trailed off.
"All seven changes everything," Darius finished. "The Pantheon loses their weapons. The balance of fear they built collapses. The empires lose the threat they hide behind. Someone has to do it."
Mara's golden eyes narrowed. "And you believe that someone is the weakest exiled prince?"
"I believe the man they threw away as a sacrifice is the only one who can," Darius replied. "They never saw me coming. Still don't. That's the advantage."
He folded the parchment carefully and slipped it into his inner pocket. Then he copied the key parts of the old law onto another sheet, just in case.
Mara watched every movement. "This is not the plan of a man trying to survive. This is the plan of a man trying to dismantle the world that made him weak."
Darius closed the tome and returned it to its place. "The world made me patient. Seven years of being underestimated taught me how to wait. How to watch. How to plan."
He turned to face her fully. "I won't force any of you. But if you're willing to walk this road with me, I won't treat you like weapons. Not like the Pantheon did."
Mara was quiet for a long moment. The lantern flame flickered across her unnaturally still features.
"You are more dangerous than the assassins they sent," she said finally. "They come with blades and poison. You come with a list and quiet intentions."
Darius allowed a small, dry smile. "Blades and poison are honest. My way takes longer. But it might actually work."
He gathered a few more useful records, old maps of the Marriage Grounds, notes on the empires' borders. Everything went into his pack.
Mara spoke again. "The others will not be like me. Veth lives for battle. Solis consumes hope itself. Kael breaks things that should not be broken. And Eryn..." She shook her head. "Chaos has never been bound successfully."
"I know," Darius said. "That's why I have the list. One step at a time. We survive the next attempt on my life. We reach the second Marriage Ground. Then the third. The rest comes after."
He extinguished the lantern. The trading post fell into darkness except for the faint moonlight coming through the boarded window.
Mara's voice came from the shadows. "You truly mean to complete all seven."
"I do."
The weight of that statement settled over the room. Mara stepped closer until they stood face to face in the near dark.
"You realize what you are becoming," she whispered. "The man who would collect the Seven Calamities as partners instead of leaving them as weapons."
Darius met her gaze. "Better than leaving the Pantheon in control."
He adjusted his pack one final time and headed for the door. Mara followed without hesitation.
Outside, the night air felt colder. Distant sounds suggested movement on the roads, more hunters already searching.
Darius looked toward the east, where Veth's battlefields waited. "We'll need to move quickly."