Excerpt From Sympathy for the Demon

demon (web)He stumbled into the elevator and leaned against the controls as he pushed the button for the twenty-ninth floor. Thoughts of Mike drifted back into his mind. The Metro police had a bulls-eye on them to begin with. This would have added fuel to the fire. Maybe he should make the missing person’s report himself. Take the suspicion off him. Anything to ease the police scrutiny. Or maybe he should just keep quiet and deny any knowledge of what happened to Mike if the cops do come looking for him. He rubbed his temples. This was worse than a hangover.

The elevator doors opened and Martin shuffled out and leaned up against the wall. His body ached and exhaustion was setting in. He slowly slid down the wall to the floor. All he wanted was to sleep. Maybe he would think clearly in the morning.

“Everything all right, sir?” Lucian’s cockney accent startled him.

Martin didn’t look up. “I’m fine.”

“I just wanted to let you know, the Evac. team put yer friend there in a safe place.”

Martin smiled weakly. “Thanks.” Lucian was standing on the other side of the open wrought-iron gate. Martin held out his arm. “Here, help me up please.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not…” Lucian waved a hand in the air. “…shall we say corporeal, over there?”

Martin rubbed his forehead in frustration. “What are you talking about?”

Lucian moved his arm through the bars of the gate. As his limb stretched out, it became transparent. A faint outline of his hand waved at Martin. “The gate here marks out the perimeter of the charm.” He stepped through the gateway and his whole body became partially transparent. “I can come out here and talk to ya, but…” He held out his hand and swiped it through Martin’s bent leg. “I can’t touch you.”

Martin’s stared at his knee in shock. A sudden blast of cold hit his knee when Lucian swiped through him. “But I’ve seen you guys outside picking stuff up and-”

“Amulets.” Lucian said. “Like the one Miss Dole wore to the police station. And they take several hours to charge.” He walked back toward the gate. “You can shuffle your ass over here faster.”

Martin pushed himself back up the wall and walked toward the gate. “I always wondered what this thing was doing here.”

“Yeah, the whole plaza has charms and spells protecting it, but this building in particular has extra stuff.”

“Because of the Acheron portal?”

Lucian looked at him sideways. “You know about that?”

“Yeah.”

“Wasn’t sure if you did or not. The Mistress told us that when it came to you, it was a need to know basis. Guess she didn’t want you to overload or anythin’.” He frowned. “Are you sure you’re all right? If you don’t mind me sayin, you look like hell.”

Martin trudged over to the large oak desk. He winced as he sat on the edge. His body ached from the pounding and grief. “Honestly Lucian. I feel like shit.”

“Oiy, alcohol’ll do that to ya.”

“No, that’s not it.” Martin glanced down at the floor as tightness gripped his throat. His lip trembled and he swallowed a few times to hold back his sorrow.

Lucian’s posture slumped. “Oh yeah, your friend. I’m so sorry, sir. Maybe Jezryall can do something and get his name on the List?”

Martin gave a slight laugh. The List. He’d forgotten about that. Souls on the list were next in line to enter heaven. “Do you think she would?” Martin’s voice cracked and he tried to cover his face with one hand as the pain of his grief returned.

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About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

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