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“Let me give him a heads up that you need to talk to him. I’ll page you when I do.”
I paced around the phone booth for a good ten minutes when the page came through with a number. I picked up the handle and dialed out.
“Yeah, hello.”
“Exorcist?”
“That’s right.”
“Exorcist, my name is Spectre, I’m…”
“The ghost. I’ve heard of you, tracker. What do you want?”
I had to smirk. Bastards weren’t much for small talk, they just cut right to the chase.
“I met your Lucifer tonight.”
“Ahhh fuck. Is he recruiting again?”
“No,” I shook my head confused. “What do you know about dealings at the crossroads?”
“I know nothing good happens out of talking to Lucifer’s minions, let alone Lucifer himself. Bad shit always happens.”
“You ever gone against him?”
“Once or twice. We don’t talk much about that. That’s the darkest power you’ll ever feel come down on you. It’s the worst kind of suffering and God ain’t got much to say on that.”
There was a long silence and he continued. “Listen kid, I don’t know what you got yourself into, but you don’t fuck with the devil unless you want to feel the horns, you get what I mean?”
“Yeah, I got you.”
“If he asked you for somethin’ you better get it done. And quickly. Fucker’s impatient.”
“The Devil’s Ride…” I began, but he cut me off before I could even ask about the curse.
“You don’t ride unless you’re ready. You lookin’ to ride, kid?”
“It crossed my mind. What do you get out of it?”
That long ominous pause made the hairs in the back of my head curl. “You don’t just become a slave to the devil, kid. You become a monster.”
I thought about telling him about my deal, but something stopped me. It was pointless to ask because I wasn’t going to let it get that far.
“I appreciate the information, Exorcist. You’re a good man.”
“Listen kid, you sound solid. Whatever you do, know he’s watching. Every move you think you’re going to make, he’ll find a way to get in your way.”
“God is…”
“God ain’t around, kid. He’s busy with the people who believed in him in the first place. He’s got nothin’ to do with low lives like us.”
Those words resonated through my broken soul. He was right, I had no one to help. I got myself into this and I was the only one who got out of it. And suddenly, it was as if a light bulb turned on in my head. If I was planning on defeating the devil, there was only one man I needed to find who could help me do so. And he was about to owe me a huge favor.
4
SERGE
God, she was beautiful. The epitome of everything that was wrong in this world. A hedonistic pleasure only reserved for the truly twisted. Murmurs of the surreal raven whore, with the voice of an angel, had made its way along the sea side and down the west coast. Men paid large quantities of money to see her, others gave everything just to have a moment to be with her, although most couldn’t bear to witness her transformation. We’d watch them scurry away like the rats they were while the numbers in my bank account kept rising. She was my diamond in the rough, and as much as I denied myself I knew I wanted her more than any fucker that walked through that door. But I would never admit it. Instead, she was treated as a pet with all the flourishings. We kept her raven hair shiny and soft and her feathers like silk. She had a personal masseuse who would work out her aching muscles after each transformation. She drank the finest wine, wore the most expensive jewels, and ate the richest food. Her rise from poverty had been swift and the snooty dark haired bitch had recently acquired a sense of arrogance that had gone to her head. Nothing that a good flogging couldn’t beat out.
