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Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Twenty

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Twenty
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Rhys; one-sided Lisa/Ianto; past Master John (Doctor)/Rose; other canon pairings.
Warning: Fantasy Violence, horror, angst
Spoilers:  Some could be for Torchwood S1 "Cyberwoman"; "Countrycide", "They Keep Killing Suzie"; Doctor Who S1 "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", S2 "Army of Darkness" and "Doomsday"; and S3 "Utopia";"Sound of Drums", "Last of the Time Lords" and possibly other episodes, although they have been warped into a fantasy setting.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Doctor Who, although I wish I did....
Author's note:  This is the sequel to The Immortality of the Deathless, the chapter list to be found here.   It's Torchwood and Doctor Who twisted into a fantasy setting, where everything that could be considered alien is actually magical.

Summary:  When mercenary Captain Jack Harkness vanishes while on a mission, Wizard Ianto Jones has to choose between his lover, his duty...and quite possibly his destiny.

Chapter Twenty

He strode down the corridor, Toclafane on his shoulder as usual. He whistled a jaunty tune as he passed through the stone hall leading deep into the mountain…his mountain, which was what it was. It was all his: the volcano, the island, the people themselves. They belonged to him, and he was their Master.

There was a large metal door at the end of the corridor, held closed by four sturdy bolts. Harold shot the bolts using just the obsidian wand that he'd pulled from his pocket, not wanting to get his hands dirty, then used his power to swing the massive door open. He could feel the magic around him pressing close to his exposed skin, and he reveled in it, wishing there was more of it but knowing he wasn't strong enough to sense everything that had been locked within the very stone.

He entered the room beyond the door. It wasn't as finished as the corridor outside, rough cut from the living rock itself. It didn't really matter, not for the use he had for it. He grinned, not realizing that the expression stretched his face like a rictus of death.

Toclafane leapt from his shoulder, flying across the room and perching on one of the 'guests' interred within. The scales of the captive blue dragon were dull under the single lamp that lit the space, and Toclafane cackled as he settled himself against the larger creature, curling up on the flank just above a patch of scorched scales.

The others in the room glared at him, and he didn't care. Harold chuckled. "Are you comfortable? Well, I suppose that doesn't really matter, since you won't be feeling anything much longer."

"You're going to kill us then?" the woman spat, from where she sat against the cold wall, chains rattling as she adjusted her position.

He laughed; a rich chuckle right from the belly. "Kill you? Dear Martha Jones, why would I want to do that?"

"Oh, I don't know…because you're insane?" she snapped angrily.

He smirked. "I'm not the one who teleported straight into a trap, am I?" He may have missed the blue dragon the first time, when it came to rescue the immortal, but he'd had no doubt that at least one of them would come back for the Doctor, and he'd put his money on the Swear-Sword.

That shut her up.

"You don't have to hold us prisoner," the Doctor said softly, swathed in his own chains, and wearing the special collar Harold had invented just for his Wizard rival.

"Oh, my dear Doctor…of course I do." He leaned over, putting his lips right next to the other Wizard's ear. "You'll only get in the way of my plans."

Then he twirled away, feeling a dance step coming on. He indulged it, then turned to face his prisoners once more. "You thought you had me so fooled, didn't you? Convinced that every word out of your pet immortal was an exaggeration, and not worth believing?" He snorted. "Honestly, just how gullible do you think I am?"

"Oh, but your freak was truly lovely, and he tasted divine," he continued, "but I wasn't experimenting on him: I was experimenting on you, Doctor. I wanted to see how long it took you to try to rescue him. Imagine my surprise when you didn't actually lift a finger to ease his suffering. You just let him be butchered over and over again, like he really was just a meat animal. Do you have any idea how impressed I was by your callousness? You made me proud." He patted the Doctor's cheek, loving the look of horror on both the Wizard's and his companion's faces.

"And you letting me play with him didn't distract me at all. Oh, Doctor…I know so much, more than you even know. You've told me so many things and you weren't even aware of doing it." He leaned over and whispered in his captive's ear. "I know about the Devastation."

The Doctor jerked away, his eyes wide. "No! How can you know about that?" The terror in his voice was palpable.

"Don't you know where you are?" Oh, this was quite lovely. Never did Harold even consider that he didn't know where they'd ended up. "This is Argentyn Devastal." He pronounced it loudly, throwing his arms open wide was if to encompass the entire island.

"What is he talking about?" Martha demanded. "What does he mean?"

"Argentyn Devastal," the Doctor repeated in a strangled whisper. "Silver Devastation." He shook himself. "But how can you know that? No one should know about that!"

"How did I know?" Harold smirked. "That's an easy one: I found the door."

The Doctor was shaking his head. "You can't have – "

"It wasn't hidden as well as you thought. I found it when I was twelve. It called to me, and I answered." Harold could feel the calling now, like the sound of drums in his head.

He spun away once more. "But see, I'm not strong enough to open the door. And I didn't know why…until you and your freaky friends showed up. And that's when I heard you talking…talking about the spell."

He hadn't thought it was possible for the Doctor to get any paler.

"I worked it out, you see," Harold went on. "The spell…your name…why my magic could never be strong enough to free the Devastation. You thought you were so clever…but really, how could your spell possibly work, when you forgot the one vital thing that would have guaranteed that myself and my fellow Wizard Master Jones would never have been born?" He laughed. Really, he loved being smarter than anyone else.

From the look on his prisoner's face, he could see the Doctor finally got it.

"Understand now? I'm so glad I could enlighten you. Accept it as my last gift to you."

"I thought you weren't going to kill us?" Martha demanded. She was confused, whereas her Wizard friend slumped under the weight of the knowledge he'd just gained.

Harold put a hand on his chest in mock surprise. "Kill you? Why do I need to?" He threw his arms out once more, turning on his heel in a complete circle. "I call this the Zero Room, because absolutely nothing will ever happen within it. Once I leave here for the final time, I'll lock this door…and you will remain prisoners forever. The spell I've cast will ensure that you will all remain in stasis for eternity. Hells, your freak friend will most likely die before you ever escape."

"You don't have to do this!" the Doctor exclaimed. "If you'd just listen – "

"No," Harold snarled, "I've listened to your lies long enough. Now, I'm going to fix what you've broken, and we'll see who's the better Wizard!"

"Jack won't let you hurt Ianto," Martha vowed.

Harold smirked. "Why should I hurt him…when I can make him my ally?"

He turned to leave the room, stopping just inside the door. "By the way…there's something you don't know about Toclafane." He held out his arm, and the small black dragon launched himself off of Tardis' flank and flew to his Master. "You see, I know about your dragon's little ability to travel in time, and I also figured out that she couldn't always do that – you can thank your freak for that - so it must be a spell." He stroked his dragon's neck, and the creature preened. "Toclafane eats spells. He can't do that to magic, only the intent inherent in the spell itself, which is why I can't use him to get to the Devastation. But when he does eat a spell, he can pass that spell onto me. Which means, as we've been standing here chatting like old friends, he's been absorbing your dragon's time travel ability. I won't be able to use it more than once, but that's enough for what I plan on doing."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "You can't go back – "

"And stop the Devastation from being locked away?" Harold waved his free hand. "Oh, I know that. I'm familiar enough with the magic around that particular event. No, I can't do that…but I can stop you, Doctor. Or should I say…Master John?"

The Doctor began to struggle against his bonds, but Harold knew that wouldn't work. "So, it's time – no pun intended – for me to leave. It's been a fun game, but I was always destined to win. Oh, and the collar that you and your familiar are wearing are going to suppress your own magical abilities…even though it's not going to matter in a few minutes."

He turned once more, striding from the room. With a flick of his wrist, Harold slammed the door shut, and he could feel the magic activate. He smiled.

"Let's go and fix things, shall we?" he asked Toclafane.

The dragon made a cackling noise, even as his scales began to glow darkly. Harold could feel the blue dragon's spell surrounding him, and as he thought of his destination he could sense the very timelines themselves twist to accommodate the two of them.

And, as Harold Saxon and Toclafane vanished from sight…

Time changed.

Chapter Twenty-One



Whoa shit... *Eagerly anticipates next update to find out what the Hell just happened*
*laughs evilly*

Next chapter up in a couple of days...:)
Oh no! This is fantastic, can't wait to see what you've got in store.

And I shall laugh evilly and tell you the next chapter will be up in a couple of days!
Darker and darker we go, spiraling onto a pit of trouble. So hoping we get some kick ass Ianto coming up to put Saxon in his place.

Oh yeah, and have Myfanwy put the smack down on that upstart Toclafane. "Myfanwy I choose you! Dragon Bitchslap Move"
Haha! Oh yes, I choose Myfanwy any day!

There will be some kick-assage...eventually. :)
This is so creepy I have goosebumps. More soon, please. Oh, please.
Ooo...thanks! I was hoping it would be just a bit creepy!

More in a couple of days.
Whoa that's not good.

Can't wait for the next part!
Nope, not good at all!

Next chapter in a couple of days, I'm on a roll...
Nearly missed this. Wow dark chapter indeed. Evil Saxon and nice about the eating spells bit. Can't wait for more
I have to admit, this story got a lot darker than I'd originally planned, back when I decided to write a sequel to Deathless... :)

Next should be up in a couple of days.
Oh that can't be good!
Nope, it's not... :)
. . . .Oh dear
Oh dear is right...