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Six demons later, we rest for a while on a deserted asteroid in the blackest depths of deical force field which provides oxygen and war the rays down, shielding us from any passers-by In this universe you&039;re never safe, even in areas usually devoid of life

You don&039;t have to sleep, eat or drink e your batteries I haven&039;t been to this spot before, so I go on a stroll in case there&039;s anything worth seeing We&039;ve cut a wild, h demon territories since I linked up with Beranabus He&039;s worried that Lord Loss or others of the Shadow&039;s forces are tracking us, so we&039;ve kept on the move, hopefully several steps ahead of any pursuers

The asteroid&039;s as uninteresting as I thought it would be, just pitted rock, not even any unusual for when I first came

The physical laws vary fro overhead A world iant de billions of bacterial demons with a well-placed foot

I&039;m not so easily impressed now It wears you down, the constant weirdness, torturing, killing Days and demons blur You can&039;t stop and ranted I see a de deal All I care about is how to kill it

I&039;m not scared anyht The old Grubbs Grady yellow streak shone through and I had to battle hard to stand round and not flee like a spineless loser But fear fades over ti to happen sooner rather than later-I&039;ve accepted that I don&039;t even give thanks anyhts are rare Most of the deet are weak and craven We don&039;t tackle the stronger beasts, focusing instead on the dregs of the universe I could defeat le-handed We alork as a unit, but don&039;t often need to I&039;ve fought thousands of demons, but I could count the nuers of one hand

Fighting deht sound awesome, but in fact it&039;s a bore I used to havea juicy horror flick with Bill-E or wrestling with hts when I return His eyes were stabbed out in Carcery Vale I thought he&039;d be blind for life, but you can work all sorts of ic, he eventually pieced together a new pair They look a lot like his original set, only the blue&039;s a shade brighter and tiny flickers of different colours play across them all the tiht Apparently, the universes are full of thee or dehts cluster together to create the fissure But only Kernel can see the patches He can alsohim to open s faster than any other huht not be able to see the lights when he rebuilt his eyes, but actually his vision has improved He can see patches he never saw before, se shape He can&039;t control the newly revealed patches He&039;s spent a lot of ti with them, without any success

I sit and watch Kernel&039;s handsshapes in the air His eyes are focused, his expression intense, like he&039;s under hypnosis There are goose bumps on his chocolate-coloured skin Beads of sweat roll down his bald head, but turn to steam as they trickle close to his eyes He freaks me out when he&039;s like this He doesn&039;t look human

Of course he&039;s not entirely human Nor am I We&039;re hosts to an ancient weapon known as the Kah-Gash, which sets us apart froirl from the past, but returned to life in the present-we have the power to reverse tiends are to be believed, destroy an entire universe Coolio!

I&039;m constantly aware of the Kah-Gash withinbeneath the surface of hts It used to speak to ht in the cave I often try to question it, to find out more about the weapon&039;s powers and intentions But the Kah-Gash is keeping quiet No matter what I say, it doesn&039;t respond

Maybe if Kernel, Bec and I experimented as a team, we could unearth its secrets But Beranabus is wary of uniting us We couldn&039;t control the Kah-Gash e first got together It took a direction of its own It worked in our favour on that occasion, but he&039;s afraid it ician has spentfor the scattered pieces of the Kah-Gash, but now that he&039;s reassembled them, he&039;s afraid to test the all-destructive weapon

I miss the voice of the Kah-Gash I was never truly alone when it was there, and loneliness is so a lot of now I ht in the cave I miss school, my friends, Loch&039;s sister Reni I miss the world, the life I knew, TV, music-even the weather!

But most of all I miss Dervish My uncle was like a father to me since my real dad died In an odd way I love hiranted and assumed they&039;d always be around I knew they&039;d die at soht it would be years ahead, when they were old Having learnt my lesson the hard way, Ito bed thankful every night that he was still alive and with me

I could tell Dervish about the demons, the dullness, the loneliness He&039;d listen politely, thencom if I had Dervish to chat with between battles

I wonder what he&039;s doing, how he&039;s coping without me, how much time has passed in my world Ti on where you are, it can pass slower or quicker than on Earth Kernel told ht he&039;d only spent a feeeks, but he returned home to find that seven years had passed

We&039;ve been trying to stick to zones where time passes at the same rate as on Earth, so that we can respond swiftly if there&039;s a large-scale assault or if Bec gets into trouble But Beranabus is elderly and fuzzy-headed If not for the eence of the Shadow, I think he&039;d have shuffled off after the fight in the cave to see out his last few years in peace and quiet Kernel has absolute faith in him but I wouldn&039;t be shocked if we returned to Earth only to find that a hundred years have passed and everyone we knew is pushing up daisies

As if reacting to roans and rolls on to his back He blinks at the darkness, then lets his eyelids flutter shut, drifting into sleep His long, shaggy hair is alrey His old suit is torn in many places, stained with different shades of demon blood The flower in the top buttonhole of his jacket, which he wears inand has shed most of its petals His skin is wrinkled and splotchy, caked with filth His toenails are like dirty, jagged claws Only his hands are clean and carefully kept, as always

Kernel mutters a frustrated curse