A race against time and the Devil.
Samuel Harrigan is a murderer. He used ancient blood magic to escape a deal with the Devil. Now Lucifer wants Samuel’s soul and refuses to wait a second longer for it. Isiah has a job to do. He needs Samuel to complete his destiny, so he has to protect Sam and keep the Devil at bay.
Not for Samuel’s sake, but for all of humanity.
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / GeneralTorrential rain. The sky crying tears of shame to wash the filth from the streets of the cramped, choking city below. An impossible task, the filth ingrained in the buildings, roads, windows. And in the hearts and souls of the people, everybody huddled in their selfish little boxes of material illusion.
Raindrops chased each other down the window pane, an endless race to the dirty stone windowsill. Zig-zag left, right, left, always down. The drops sound a repetitive tattoo on the glass, strangely soothing in spite of itself. The sky outside a solid leaden grey, like some great hand has closed the lid on a best forgotten box of horrors. Too dark for the time of day, mid-morning. The towers of the city stark and black, almost silhouettes against the slate sky.
Several stories below neon light on shops, bright blue, pink, green, shimmered reflections on the tear soaked road. Little people like ants, hiding from the pouring rain under umbrellas and newspapers, protecting their designer suits and expensive hairstyles, preserving the image. Shiny, hard shelled cars slid up and down the road.
Thunder rumbled overhead, like the embarrassed god of this city clearing his throat as he averts his eyes. Isiah sighed as he stared out into the weeping morning, the glass misting, fading away, his eyes sliding up once more to stare at the dead weight of the clouds. He could sense the impatience building in the figure behind him. Sighing again he turned slowly. He could not see the figure too clearly, shadow masking the bulk of it. Unlike normal shadow, more like black light. And it was a bulk, malevolence exuding from its very presence, the only things really visible were two red, glowing eyes. A typical manifestation, the believer’s image personified like many others, yet unique in its own way. Isiah could sense various other images shimmering and shifting behind, within, but this was the one he was dealing with now.
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Translated by Joaquim Ma. Rourera
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