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The man’s reply was so loud, it shook the room. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”
Darien struck with his bare fist, knuckles splitting the guy’s eyebrow open. He struck again. And again. And again. And again. He blacked out as he hit the guy, losing himself to his dark side. He wasn’t sure how many hits he’d dealt, but by the time he stopped, the guy was still conscious, so at least there was that. Blood was leaking from his nostrils, and his mouth was cut open, red staining his teeth.
“You going to tell me now?” Darien said quietly, shaking blood off his hand. “Or does my friend here need to break a few of your bones?”
Malakai reached for whatever weapon he would’ve used to get the job done, but he paused when the man started shouting.
“Wait, wait! I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. The briefcases…”
“We’re waiting,” Malakai prompted with a threatening croon, his eyes swallowed up by black. The fragrance of blown-out candles swept through the room as he used his magic to place a claw on the guy’s mind, urging him to speak.
“There’s magic in them. Aura magic.” He paused to swallow, blood dribbling down his chin. “Magic that’s been drained from people.”
Blue was right.
“What are they for?” Darien asked.
“They’re weapons.”
“For what?” Malakai said. “What do they do?”
“They kill demons.”
“There are a lot of other weapons that kill demons.” But even as Darien said it, his mind briefly went to that winged creature under the Strangler Fig—how difficult she had been to kill. “I smell bullshit.” He wound his fist back—
“I’m not lying! I swear. They’re weapons, but they…the magic—they’re using the magic for something else too. Not just bullets but…”
Malakai gripped him tighter. “But what?” he snarled.
“They’re using them,” the man panted, wincing, “to open curtains.”
“What does that mean?” Darien snarled. When the guy made no move to speak, Darien wound his fist back.
“Wait, wait, wait, don’t, don’t—”
Malakai barked, “Spit it out!”
“The Veil,” he blubbered. “The veil between our world and the spirit realm. They’re opening it—opening all of them.”
There were many stories surrounding the Veil, most of them passed off these days as being no more than legend. Some people still accepted the stories as fact, but most had stopped believing in the existence of the Veil a long time ago.
“What do you mean all of them?” Darien demanded. “There’s more than one?”
The man was shaking. “Forgive me.”
“More than one?” Darien thundered. “Answer me!”
But the man went limp, his face turning deep purple. His mouth was foaming, spit dribbling down his chin as his eyes went blank with death, blood swimming in the whites.
Poison.
“Fuck!” Darien bellowed, letting go of him with a shove.
“What the hell,” Malakai muttered. “We checked his mouth—”
“Yeah, I know we checked his mouth, for gods’ sake!” They’d done it back at the warehouse.
Darien kicked the chair, nearly tipping it over.
