Divinity's War
Chapter 2
Eventually the rumbling subsided and the dust outside settled, blotting out all shards of light into the subterranean bunker. Valerus groaned, feeling his back where the gas lamp had broken during his fall, digging into the joints of his armor and cutting into his shoulder blade. Brigadiers coughed all around him as they stumbled about, searching for another lamp and a flint. After a minute fumbling in the darkness, a spear blade, bright as the heavens, sparked into existence within a curved glass casing. "Alright, so who's dead?" asked the Celebrant-Lieutenant in charge of the regiment, his brown eyes turned into inquiring black beetle shells in the contrast between light and darkness.
"Aurelio's out, sir, but everyone else is okay, far as I can tell." answered another brigadier somewhere in the dark abyss.
"Well would someone mind opening the door and letting in some light!?" requested Cbt LT. Heraclius testily, already becoming irate as yet another headache set in.
"As soon as we find it, sir."
The commander nodded, before handing the lantern to someone else, and ordering as he strode into the shadows; "Well, hurry up. Someone find Valerus as well."
Soldiers blundered about with their arms outstretched in front of them, feeling for the door and the enlightenment of the sun. Few paid attention to his last order, until at last one of the Brigadiers found the frayed rope handle of the door and pulled it ajar. A resplendent beacon of light flushed out the darkness. The Brigadier regiment blinked furiously, momentarily blinded before their eyes adjusted, only to begin blinking once again in disbelief as they saw the devastation wrought by the Aurora cannon. Where there were once long lines of pavise-covered trenches and dug-outs, there was only a great crater and massive pieces of iron scattered about the landscape. The sky was still choked by dust and smoke, and one could hardly see twenty feet. God's wrath had fallen upon the walls of Vienna, only to miss by a hair's breadth.
The vile mixture of soil and smog soon found it's way into Valerus' fast pumping lungs, and the dust covered Brigadier hacked and coughed in revulsion. At last, as Valerus coughed out a clot of blood, someone noticed him and rushed to his aid.
"Valerus! Are you alright!?!" cried out Julia, wrapping her arm around him as his body instinctively convulsed again.
"Kind of..." responded the Junior Brigadier in a rusty voice, spitting out another glob of dust speckled blood. "How's their walls lookin'?"
Julia glanced up with worrying eyes, looking for something to placate her wounded comrade, but to no avail.
"They're... rather crumbly, Valerus. That work?"
"No."
With that last response his head collapsed to the ground, the crest of his polished helmet burying into the mud. "Were we close?"
"Too damn close. It'll get their walls tomorrow, and we'll be having a grand time in no time!" assured Julia. The daily firing of the Aurora cannon was having an effect on all of them, but Valerus was getting the worst of it. For the last week she had grown experienced comforting her usually stalwart companion. "We'll get 'em. Tomorrow."
"VALERUS!" barked Cbt Lt. Heraclius angrily. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING!? YOU ALMOST GOT THE WHOLE DAMN REGIMENT BLOWN TO PIECES!"
"Sir--!" appealed Julia over her prostrate comrade.
"Julia, I don't want to hear it! Valerus, get up and acknowledge you superior officer before I hang you for disrespecting your betters!"
Valerus shook off his longtime friend's arm, and shakily rose to salute the commander.
"Well, did you hear the five minute warning evacuation, or did you not!?" boiled Heraclius, pacing back in forth in outrage.
"Yes, sir. Aurelio didn't, however, and only began to evacuate the dugout when I told him of the warning--"
"Valerus, I did not ask for your petty excuses and attempts to shift the blame on someone else! I'm half tempted to say the case was the opposite, and it was YOU who neglected to hear the evacuation order!" accused Valerus' commanding officer.
"Sir!" protested Valerus in dismay.
"Brutus, Maurya, apprehend him!" ordered Cbt Lt. Heraclius coldly.
"Sir!" The appeal was shouted yet again, but from a different source.
"What Valerus said was true. I was slacking at my duties, and didn't hear the order to evacuate until Valerus told me. I would probably be dead if it wasn't for him." confirmed Aurelio, trying to save his friend from punishment.
Heraclius considered this new development for a few seconds, before dismissing Aurelio's appeal. "Well, perhaps you should be dead for endangering the regiment. " The commander paused, before issuing another order; "Apprehend Aurelio as well."
Another pair of guards advanced to seize Aurelio's arms, before stopping stiffly in their tracks.
"Oh, what is it now?" asked Heraclius in annoyance.
"Are you so plentiful in men that you can spare to execute two of your ranks right before the assault on Vienna, Heraclius?" queried a new voice, emerging from a figure as he stepped down the stairs on the opposite end of the bunker.
"Sir!?" the cry rang out yet again, this time from the commander himself.
"Guards, release those two men." ordered Third Deva Elhaym as her lithe figure stepped into the light of the relight torches. "And if I hear of any such orders from you again, Heraclius, you'll be stripped of your rank and your clothing, and be on the front line when we attack the walls. You understand!?"
"Yes! Your Excellency!" plead the downfallen Celebrant Lieutenant hastily.
"Good." A smile appeared at Elhaym's lips.
"And what was your name, soldier?" requested the Third Deva, facing the wounded Brigadier as he lay on his knees.
"Valerus, your Excellency." He wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.
It could have been the flickering of the torches, or a figment of his imagination, but Valerus could have sworn he saw a odd spark in Elhaym's wolfish eyes as she turned away and returned to the siege lines.