Maybe one day I will be able to relate the terror I went through to get my soul back, but I cannot right now. It was too traumatic, and each time it gets removed I find that it’s even more terrifying to reclaim. Perhaps one day I will refuse to make that journey, but until then I shall keep what is mine.
As just a comment here, I have to say out of all the factions of the Neath, the Devils are by far the easiest to work with. The Constables, the Dockworkers, the Revolutionaries and Criminals all hold grudges too long. You wrong them and they just go on and on and on about it. The Masters have incredibly long memories as well, but I’ve worked very hard to make sure that I’m not on their wrong side. The Church has too many rules and the Tomb Colonies, the Rubbery Men, the Orientals and Society are so tied up in their own intrigues that you can’t do much with them, except get in their way. But the Devils, ah, there are some interesting folk. If you cross a Devil, and they find out, there will be consequences to pay, make no mistake about it. But once you have paid your “penance” to them, taken their punishment, they are quite willing to work with you again, even if you cross them again. It’s almost as though they understand that you have to strike a balance with all the groups to keep yourself going, and even though they punish you for betraying them, they will allow that it is human nature to do that and keep on.
But we are back to me being a young urchin and what happened. Yes, I realize that Riki shouldn’t have lived past a couple years, but then I’ve had Sorrow Spiders and Rats live the entire 30 years with me as well. Like Billie the Former Rat Chieftain.
I don’t understand why, but apparently despite my best efforts to treat them well, the rats decided that they didn’t like me one day. Or, in their tiny gangster ways, they decided that I needed to leave the Attic I had been living in to that point. I was helping the Devils, but I wasn’t hunting them, until that night.
They stole quietly into my bedroom and tried to smother me. Their little furry bodies pressed against my nose and mouth to try to kill me. Imagine that… Well, of course that meant it was war.
I have come to the conclusion that I was incredibly lucky in this fight. It was mostly me using my size, a few frockcoats and a watch I happened to have on hand to bash the little bodies to pulp. The feeling of those little bodies in my knickerbockers with their little scraps of glass and shards of metal is not something I want to go through again. Thankfully I saw their chief and attacked him directly. That got most of them to clear out enough that I was able to give a good accounting, and even capture Billie and force him to work for me, well, him and his minions.
We came to an understanding Billie and I. I wouldn’t pop his head off, and he would cease the attacks on me. He was even willing to help me out when the man with the rat-face came at me, which eventually led to me gaining my beloved Karen, who worked with the Clockmaker’s Daughter. But I had more minions now, animal ones that couldn’t really be traced easily. And with some of the rats able to handle things made for humans, I was now able to spriff the souls out of those who thought they were protected by locked doors and stopped up chimneys and so on.
I had lodgings all over. The Soul Trade is extremely lucrative and I made most of my money through that. I mean, when the Bazaar sells souls for 4 pence and buys souls for 2 pence, finding someone who will buy your souls for 3 pence becomes a big deal. You don’t lose as much money, and you can trick people into giving you their souls.
I still do odd jobs for anyone. I still go around and investigate things for the Constables, the Detectives and more. I still traffic in information for the Spies and the Revolutionaries, and I curry favor anyplace I can. One never knows when the connections in the University will pay off, but they have for me occasionally. People come to me with rumors and notes and I pay well for them. I’m willing to buy anything from anyone if the price for my trouble is high enough.
You have to understand that here where we are at now, IS the reality. You must forget that there was a surface to go to. It’s gone. Oh, sure there are whispers sometimes from the people in the street who swear they found a passage out to the air, but I ask you if it is really there, and they really got outside, why did they come back? So the passage out is just another one of those fantasy things like the giant beast of the Neath that is coming to eat us all during the summoning of the Rubberys. It’s a myth.
The practical matters here are that we are in this cavern. There is more than enough intrigue to keep us going for centuries. There are factions that fight each other, and it’s a good skill to have balancing them against each other, staying friends with all of them. But it’s one of those skills that you must have to stay alive. Well, as alive as anyone gets.
I’ve lost my soul so many times I can’t count, and I hope that without it I will find my Deviless again. I’ve married twice, both fine ladies of breeding from the Foreign Office, but I pine for my lady Deviless.
Perhaps if she finds my soul out there, she will come back to me with it. I’m hoping that by retrieving it so often that she will find it and become curious. So I keep sending it out.
Now to distract myself, I’m doing more traveling to the Foreign Office and across the Zee. I’ve met a trio of ladies over there who should be here in London with the Society types, but they are apparently trapped by the Devils on their island. I’ve been to the Iron Republic, although I don’t remember much of it except what is in my diary, and I’ve been to where the Rubberies live and seen them in their own world. It’s fascinating and I’m getting more and more excited to explore the Forgotten Quarter. Is it like what the oldsters say that the Devils and the Church confronted each other, and that is why we are all here now? Or was the congress between an Overgoat and a Hound of Heaven really that much of a horror to watch? Maybe the Revolutionaries actually were able to kill one of the Masters, or perhaps someone who had drank the Cider was killed?
I’m hoping that I can root out these secrets soon. Perhaps if I can, I can use that uber secret to blackmail the Masters into accepting me as one of them, and I can become Ms. Secrets.
TO BE CONTINUED
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