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Parvati stood at the door, listening. “He’s asleep.”

Ash turned back to the dining room as Elaine put a mug down. She shook out another cigarette, then caught the look in his eye and put it back with a forlorn sigh. “Well, what next, boss?” she said.

“A shower.” Ash sniffed his clothing. “I stink of rat-demon.” There were flecks of blood on his sleeves. “Then we talk.”

He entered Elaine’s bathroom and dumped his clothes on the cold tiles. The pipes rattled as he turned the hot tap full on. The shower head gurgled, then steaming hot water blasted out. He put his head under and let it burn him.

The water turned pink and Ash watched it swirl around the plughole.

Calm? Ashoka thought he was calm? Couldn’t he see how terrified he was?

Ash felt along his chest, from the smooth skin, taut across his muscles, to a ridge on his solar plexus. To the scar.

He glanced down at his thumb. There was a small cut. Last summer a sliver of metal had entered, kicking off his transformation from schoolboy to master of the arts of death. Servant of the goddess Kali. Her divine weapon.

The Kali-aastra.

He’d acquired superhuman strength and reflexes and even mastered Marma Adi, the ability to kill with a touch. He’d even gained the ability to glimpse the future, as his patron goddess was also the mistress of Time.

But all that power had gone the moment he’d jumped timelines.

It was as if he was half sleeping. Everything was slow, dull, colourless, compared to how he’d felt as the Kali-aastra. Had the jump to Ashoka’s universe drained him of all his power?

He shouldn’t be here. It had to be because of the Kali-aastra. Somehow it had protected him from the Time Spell, but in doing so burnt out his powers.

He needed to find a way to awaken them again. He needed a Great Death because that was what Kali craved. By killing for Kali, Ash gained more power.

He’d slain those rat-demons though and nothing had happened. He’d not felt even the slightest trickle of supernatural energy.

Perhaps their deaths weren’t great? Perhaps Kali wanted more death before she granted him anything? The last time, he’d had to sacrifice himself. How was he going to top that?

And in the meantime, without the power of Kali, what was he? Just a normal boy all over again, trying to defeat the greatest evil the universe has ever known.

And Ashoka thought he was calm?

He made a fist, looked at the water run and steam over the hard knuckles. Normal? Maybe that wasn’t totally true. He’d seen Kali dance. He still knew all the moves she’d shown him. He could fight better than any man, but once he’d been able to tear down buildings with his hands, move faster than an eye-blink, kill with a touch. That was all gone. Physically he was in perfect condition, perfect human condition. But that wasn’t going to be enough for what they faced. Not by a million miles.

Calm? He was so scared he wanted to puke.

He should tell Parvati. Why hadn’t he? He should have told her the instant he’d realised. Was it because he was afraid she’d think less of him for being ‘merely’ human? Was it pride?

He had to tell her. And he would.

When the time was right.

Ash spun the tap closed, dried and slipped on fresh clothes. Barefoot, he re-entered the main room and sat down on the sofa, facing Elaine and Parvati at the dining table. He ached everywhere.

Parvati looked up from her tea, frowning. “You all right?”

Ash forced a casual smile. “Fine.”

Elaine had her laptop open and a bundle of papers waiting for him on the dining table. She patted them. “All the information I could get on your boy.” She gazed at the screen. “Lord Alexander Savage. Multi-millionaire. Philanthropist. One of life’s good guys. And very easy on the eye.”

Ash looked at the photo. It was Savage with the US president, collecting some humanitarian award. The man was tall, handsome, with that floppy blonde hair common among dashing aristocrats, and wearing a white suit designed in Savile Row and sunglasses, like a Hollywood superstar. Even though the other guy in the photo was the most powerful man on the planet, there was something about Savage that just overshadowed all else. The president looked small and insignificant next to him.

Elaine had been working since December on finding out all she could, and they had built a timeline out of what they knew. Elaine was an occultist, a woman Ash had known in his own world, the only person they could go to who would believe them. The three of them had holed up in her apartment for the last month, scouring through the web, newspapers and Elaine’s own private library, digging up and assembling the pieces of the jigsaw. They didn’t have it all, but a picture was emerging.

“Savage came on to the scene ten years ago,” said Elaine. “He bought the old maharajah’s palace down from Varanasi and immediately started excavating the local area.”

“He was looking for the Kali-aastra,” said Ash. “It had been buried there.”

That’s where all the trouble had started, back in Ash’s timeline. Ash and his sister Lucky had been exploring the excavations. Ash had tumbled down a pit and ended up finding the golden arrowhead of Kali, the Kali-aastra, instead of Savage, a bit of Kali’s arrowhead embedding itself in his thumb.

Now that Savage could move through time it made sense that he’d have gone back into the past and made sure that he found the Kali-aastra first.

How can you defeat a guy who can travel in time? In Ash’s world Savage had been defeated, all but destroyed. Now he was the most important man on the planet.

Elaine nodded. “Reckon he found it pretty quick as the works didn’t last more than a month. He knew exactly where to look. It was at that point that he hired your uncle to oversee the dig, there and in Rajasthan.”

Parvati grimaced as she looked through the photos of a vast archaeological dig in the desert. “Where Ravana was imprisoned. Savage knew where he was, and now he had the means to free him.”

Elaine gave a low whistle. “Imagine – freeing the demon king himself. Savage plays for the highest stakes, doesn’t he?” She turned to Ash. “And in your timeline, you destroyed him?”

Ash nodded. “In my timeline it was me who found the arrow of Kali, not Savage. The one weapon in the universe that could kill the demon king. And it did.”

Parvati frowned. “But that was in your timeline. What do you think happened here?”

Ash continued. “Savage told me he never intended to allow Ravana to live. He just wanted to free him long enough to be granted immortality. Judging by the more recent photos, it looks as if he got his wish. Then I think he used the Kali-aastra to kill Ravana himself. Savage could not stand to have a rival.”

“Then what?” asked Parvati.

Elaine opened up the top folder. “Then Savage goes shopping. He’s spent the last decade turning the Savage Foundation into the biggest provider of medical and humanitarian aid in the world. It’s more or less wiped out childhood diseases. The rich countries pay for the medicines and Savage gives them to the poor ones for free. He’s got hospitals everywhere, even in the war zones no one else would dare enter. He could be the richest man in the world, but chooses to spend most of it on his charities. The Church wants to make him a saint, the Muslims consider him the Mahdi, the Buddhists say he’s a bodhisattva and the Hindus think he’s an avatar, a reincarnation of Vishnu. I think I’ve got a photo somewhere of him blessing the Pope. Or was it the Dalai Lama?”

“What’s Savage planning?” asked Ash.

“To make the world a better place?” suggested Elaine.

Parvati scoffed. “That’s what they all say. Every tyrant, every dictator in the world. Throughout history. They all promise a better world, but their utopias are always built with bones.” She drummed her fingertips and her long green nails clicked upon the wood. “I’ve seen men perish building the Great Wall. Watched children crushed under the marble they used to clad Rome. Slaves working in the Russian gulags, digging for diamonds in Africa, gold in the Americas. It’s all paid for in blood, Elaine. Every bit of it.”

“Your family, I mean Ashoka’s family, seem to have done pretty well out of it.” Elaine handed over a collection of cuttings. “Your uncle heads up the Savage Foundation’s Archaeological Institute, and your father’s business is booming, thanks to construction contracts from Savage. Why?”

Ash had thought long and hard about that. Savage had been like a fairy godfather to Ashoka’s family for the last decade. “He wanted them close. What better way to keep an eye on them? He must be worried Ashoka might somehow become the Eternal Warrior. He probably never expected me to turn up here.”

“It all changed on 12th December,” said Parvati. “That was the day Savage, in our universe, cast the Time Spell. It sent him back ten years to change the past. And Ash and I woke up in a different timeline – we just jumped sideways. I’d felt … something was happening a few days before. So I came straight over from India to here. I was on my way to Ash’s house when the Time Spell was cast. By the time I reached West Dulwich station the past had changed. I felt it happen.”

“Savage must have felt it too. He must have sensed our presence,” said Ash, “which is why he didn’t make a move against Ashoka and his family any earlier – because we hadn’t arrived yet. It’s only since we turned up on 12th December that he feels threatened.”

“So he sets his rakshasas on Ashoka to draw you out of hiding?” said Elaine.

“Exactly.”

“If the rest of this world changed, then why not you two?”

Parvati answered. “I had my father’s scrolls on sorcery for many centuries. I have studied some, though none to any great depth. I think, subconsciously, I knew enough about the magic of Time to make myself immune to the change. Ash is the Kali-aastra; Kali is the goddess of death and destruction, and Time. I believe she protected him.”

Ash shifted in his seat. “It’s only a theory.” He picked through the newspaper cuttings, trying to work out what changes Savage had made in the last ten years. Governments were different, the prime minister was an old friend of Savage’s, a board director at the Savage Foundation. He owed his entire career to Savage. No one would say a bad word against the aristocrat. Why should they? He had done only good.

But Ash knew Savage. There had to be more. “What’s he planning?”

The scale of his organisation was vast, global. The business papers joked about it.

The Savage Empire.

But Ash didn’t find it funny. “They think he’s the Messiah.”

Parvati sat down beside him. “He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.”

Elaine turned the laptop around to face them. “I found this clip on YouTube. It’s Savage being interviewed by Letterman last year.”

The frozen image had captured Savage close up. Eyes hidden behind his shades, he was smiling, the easy smile of a man who knew it all. His skin shone with an inhuman purity, too perfect to be real, as if he was shining from within. He relaxed into an armchair, left heel of his boot up on his right knee, dressed immaculately, of course. The interviewer leaned over his desk, captivated.

Ash pressed play.

“So, Lord Savage—”

“Please, David, it’s Alex. I know how you Americans feel about us aristocrats.”

“We love you Brits!”

The audience cheered and clapped.

Savage smiled. “You weren’t so keen on us in 1776.”

The interviewer shook his head. “Alex, if you’d have been in charge, maybe we wouldn’t have been so desperate to rebel.”

Ash noticed the change as Savage’s radiant smile darkened for just a second, then switched back. “Well, you can’t fix the past.”

“But you can fix the future, right? Is that what you’re about?”

Savage nodded solemnly. “I’ve seen the future, David. It’s not good. Unless someone does something, then we’re on the path to destruction. Mankind has all these gifts and we don’t know how to use them. If it’s not war, it’ll be pollution, overpopulation. No one country is to blame. You’re all at it. Grabbing what you can without caring what you leave. Expecting your children, their children, to sort out your mess.”

“Alex Savage, saving the world. All by yourself?”

Savage’s smile broadened. “No. I’ve got some friends on their way.”

Ash shivered.

“You’ve come a long way in a short time, Alex. You’re the number-one pharmaceutical company in the world and your donations to charities run into the billions. What’s the secret of your success?”

Savage laughed. “I learned from my past mistakes.”

“Come on, there must be more. Your vaccines will save millions of lives. Some say your genetically modified crops that can grow in barren deserts will end global hunger. And you’ve done this all for free. Why?”

“I own the Savage Foundation. I have a lot of money. How rich does one man need to be?” said Savage.

“So, any ambitions still left unfulfilled?”

Savage smiled. “Oh, just one.”

The interviewer leaned closer. “And what’s that?”

“I want it to be a surprise.”

The audience howled with disappointment, and the clip ended.

“You can’t argue with the facts,” said Elaine. “Savage has helped improve the lives of millions of people.”

“He wants to keep the sheep happy,” said Parvati. “It makes them easier to handle when you take them to the slaughterhouse.”

“Maybe he’s changed.” Elaine put a cigarette between her lips. “People do that, y’know.”

Ash took it out of her mouth and squashed it. “But for most, old habits die hard.”

He stared at the frozen image of Savage on the small screen. His ruthless smile, his casual air of superiority. It was all there, but no one else seemed to see it. Savage hadn’t changed. He was planning something and Ash had no doubt it was something terrible and on a massive scale.

But what?