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“Exorcist, it’s Spectre.”
“Well hot damn, I thought you were dead, kid.”
I curled my hand into a fist. I could still feel the sting of the needle penetrating my skin etching the symbols I had memorized from Bastien’s wall onto my arm. I didn’t know if it would work, but it was the first thought that came to my head. And as the tattoo artist’s hands recreated those patterns on my flesh I felt as if they were shielding me. I had taken a desperate risk, hoping that these symbols would actually protect me and so far the devil hadn’t paid me a visit. I was pretty sure he had no idea where the fuck I was.
Serge had offered me information without even realizing it. Those symbols weren’t just drawings, they were now a part of me, inked onto my skin and they gave me the upper hand I needed over the devil.
I stared down at the tattoos etched onto my forearm. This is where my fate had led me. The symbols blurred and the image of my deceased wife and daughter filled my head. I swallowed the tears that threatened to fall. They were safe for now. He wouldn’t pull them down from heaven. He couldn’t, I had to at least have faith in that. He was a lying bastard, and I was a naive fool.
“Let’s just say I found a way of dodging the devil.”
He gave a sharp chuckle. “If you say so.”
“Exorcist, I swear. I found a way. I’ll share it if you can help me.”
“Hell, I don’t need to hide. My contract is a sealed deal, kid. But I appreciate you trying to save my soul. The only problem I see here is that you…you ain’t one of us Reapers, kid. I can’t offer you any protection from what’s to come. You need to watch your back.”
“That’s why I’m calling in the first place. I need your help, brother.”
“Shit, Spectre, you know I'm not one to mess with the devil's business. This could only lead down dark paths. Besides, what does Bulldog have to say about all this?”
“He doesn’t know?”
“Well fuck me! You haven’t told him? You think the devil’s bad, wait ‘til he finds out you’ve gone rogue.”
I lifted a brow knowing full well Exorcist was right. When Bulldog found out what I’d been up to he’d make sure I’d burn in a hell of his own making. And I doubted the devil had anything on what he would do to me. Not that Bulldog would care. He’d probably say a prayer as he was beating the sense into me.
“Listen brother, I only have a few minutes on this phone.”
“I’m listening,” Exorcist grunted.
“It's the raven. Serge Bastien won’t let her go, and I can't just stand by and watch her get abused.”
“You got a thing for this raven?”
Glimpses of her pale flesh and those deep moans as I sank into her filled my senses and I shook the thoughts away. “That doesn’t matter. I need to get her out, but I can't do it alone.”
“Oh it matters, kid. You’re divin’ in deep in this one. You're talkin' crazy shit about going against the devil himself, Spectre. I already told you, that’s impossible.” He stated gravely.
“There are ways, Exorcist. You may not want to be a part of it, but I suggest you start getting some defense strategies in place for you and our brothers. I’m fucking doing this for all of us.”
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“The devil is a smug snake. You know this. Do you honestly believe he wouldn’t have leverage?”
“Our brothers,” Exorcist whispered.
“He’ll kill them all if I don’t give him what he wants.”
“Motherfucker.”
“I can’t kill him, Exorcist, but I can use his vile nature against him and beat him at his own game.”
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that, kid?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
“Okay. What can I do?”
