lot of people locked up in the warehouse. There were even more downtown for the attacks. Whatever they are planning, they need loads of them. I only hope that we can figure it out before it is too late.
“You look familiar,” Nal says as he walks up from the street. “But you looked… older.”
My jaw nearly drops to the ground when Uriel starts to grow. She doesn’t stop at an extra foot or two, instead topping out a few inches taller than Sara. Within moments her childish features are completely gone, replaced with a more height-appropriate look.
One that is going to get me put in the dog house if I don’t stop staring.
“I take whatever form that gets the results I need,” she says. “You should see me when I’m older.” Uriel winks.
I let out a short laugh. It doesn’t make me feel better about Zeke, but it’s a start.
“Well, our next move should be figuring out what they need with the souls.” I say. “It’s a damn shame someone had me blow up the hotel.”
Nal laughs. “I didn’t know you wanted to go back in. I would have waited.”
“Waited to call the bomb until I went in.”
He smiles, “Only if I knew they were torturing you.”
“I’m sure that was coming.”
Nal lights up another cigarette. It is the way he calms his nerves. He is the type of guy that can smoke four packs in a day and then not touch another one for a year. “I’m not sure about the souls, but I do know who to ask.”
I give him a sideways look. “Who?”
“Back at the hotel, they didn’t always keep me tied up in that room. In fact, I was only in there a day or so before they threw you in there with me,” he says. “The first few days they just kept me locked up in my office. They took away all of my toys and posted a few guards in with me. Unless you knew me very well, you wouldn’t have known the difference.” He flicks his cigarette and lights another. “The whole time, they were answering to someone named Belial.”
Uriel’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of the name. “Belial is here?” she says.
“That’s what I heard, though I can’t say that I met him,” he says. “The only person I ever saw them talking to was Rick.”
“That’s our man,” I say.
“How do you know?” Uriel asks.
“He’s the one who killed Zeke,” I say. My hunch may not be right, but I’d be shocked if I’m off. Knowing he survived the hotel attack was enough to set off my spider senses. Watching him stick the angel blade into Zeke made them explode. Rick could have been an ass, but he didn’t usually go out of his way to provoke someone. So either Belial is a recent tenant, or he is the world’s best spy.
“The only problem with that,” Nal says. “He was in the hotel when we blew it.”
“If Rick is actually Belial, he is still alive. There is only three things that can put down a demon for good; an angel blade, a smite from an angel, or weapons that were specifically crafted to do so.” I pull out my knife to show it to Nal.
He examines the blade for a minute before handing it back to me. “I always thought you found it at Cabela’s or something.”
“We just need to find his new hideout,” I say. That is easier said than done. Most demons like to latch onto a place to milk it for everything it has. The hotel was the type of place they are willing to start wars over. With it gone, he could be anywhere. Unless he did something big, we might not know for a while.
“I know where we can start,” he says. “There is a restaurant on the south side of the city called The Moonlight. The guys spent about as much time there as they did working for me. If I had a horse in the race, and I do, that would be my first stop.”
“Take a night and get some rest,” Uriel says. “You two have had a rough last few days. Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Sara and I will start working on dinner.”
I look at Nal who shrugs his shoulders back at me. Sara gives me a kiss and pushes me through the
“You look familiar,” Nal says as he walks up from the street. “But you looked… older.”
My jaw nearly drops to the ground when Uriel starts to grow. She doesn’t stop at an extra foot or two, instead topping out a few inches taller than Sara. Within moments her childish features are completely gone, replaced with a more height-appropriate look.
One that is going to get me put in the dog house if I don’t stop staring.
“I take whatever form that gets the results I need,” she says. “You should see me when I’m older.” Uriel winks.
I let out a short laugh. It doesn’t make me feel better about Zeke, but it’s a start.
“Well, our next move should be figuring out what they need with the souls.” I say. “It’s a damn shame someone had me blow up the hotel.”
Nal laughs. “I didn’t know you wanted to go back in. I would have waited.”
“Waited to call the bomb until I went in.”
He smiles, “Only if I knew they were torturing you.”
“I’m sure that was coming.”
Nal lights up another cigarette. It is the way he calms his nerves. He is the type of guy that can smoke four packs in a day and then not touch another one for a year. “I’m not sure about the souls, but I do know who to ask.”
I give him a sideways look. “Who?”
“Back at the hotel, they didn’t always keep me tied up in that room. In fact, I was only in there a day or so before they threw you in there with me,” he says. “The first few days they just kept me locked up in my office. They took away all of my toys and posted a few guards in with me. Unless you knew me very well, you wouldn’t have known the difference.” He flicks his cigarette and lights another. “The whole time, they were answering to someone named Belial.”
Uriel’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of the name. “Belial is here?” she says.
“That’s what I heard, though I can’t say that I met him,” he says. “The only person I ever saw them talking to was Rick.”
“That’s our man,” I say.
“How do you know?” Uriel asks.
“He’s the one who killed Zeke,” I say. My hunch may not be right, but I’d be shocked if I’m off. Knowing he survived the hotel attack was enough to set off my spider senses. Watching him stick the angel blade into Zeke made them explode. Rick could have been an ass, but he didn’t usually go out of his way to provoke someone. So either Belial is a recent tenant, or he is the world’s best spy.
“The only problem with that,” Nal says. “He was in the hotel when we blew it.”
“If Rick is actually Belial, he is still alive. There is only three things that can put down a demon for good; an angel blade, a smite from an angel, or weapons that were specifically crafted to do so.” I pull out my knife to show it to Nal.
He examines the blade for a minute before handing it back to me. “I always thought you found it at Cabela’s or something.”
“We just need to find his new hideout,” I say. That is easier said than done. Most demons like to latch onto a place to milk it for everything it has. The hotel was the type of place they are willing to start wars over. With it gone, he could be anywhere. Unless he did something big, we might not know for a while.
“I know where we can start,” he says. “There is a restaurant on the south side of the city called The Moonlight. The guys spent about as much time there as they did working for me. If I had a horse in the race, and I do, that would be my first stop.”
“Take a night and get some rest,” Uriel says. “You two have had a rough last few days. Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Sara and I will start working on dinner.”
I look at Nal who shrugs his shoulders back at me. Sara gives me a kiss and pushes me through the
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