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For the first time, Lucas saw fear in his father’s face and he knew then that his father was regretting ever banishing his youngest son from the palace in the first place.

 

 

On the eve of the planned battle between him and his father, the King, Lucas was pacing around his sparsely furnished room in the heart of Memphes. In no time at all it seemed, he had managed to organize everything it was going to take to dethrone his father and take over Egypt. On all fronts--militarily, politically, religiously--the walls were closing in on King Rameses II. Tomorrow on the battlefield would be the last turn of the vise that would crush the King for good. It had all been almost too easy to set up, but then Lucas had the backing of higher powers, something he should have been happy about but wasn’t.

A few days after willingly handing over his very soul to Isis, Lucas began to have feelings of doubt and regret over his decision. He felt like he had been played by Isis, for his motivation to become ruler of all was not as strong as it was before. He started to think he had made a mistake, and began to check through his vast store of books to see if there was any way to get his soul back. He spent days searching for a solution to his problem, but it seemed that when you hand over your soul, that was it, there was no getting it back unless the power you gave it to handed it back to you.

Two days before his planned battle with the King, Lucas summoned Isis and told her he no longer wanted to go through with the plan. Isis merely smiled and rubbed herself all over him, instantly melting away any doubt he might have had regarding his destiny as he she put it.

Now the doubt had crept back again, and this time he had no wish to summon Isis for comfort and validation. That wasn’t what he needed. What he needed was his soul back.

But it soon became clear to Lucas that it was far too late to change things, especially when he got a visit from a demon that had the black head of a dog and the body of a human. When Lucas saw the demon, he felt a surge of fear. It wasn’t his first time seeing a demon. In his pursuit of mastery of the dark arts, he had summoned many, even a few high level ones, but always under controlled conditions were they couldn’t hurt him. He had learned his lesson after the incident in his father’s palace long ago.

Now there was a high level demon in the room with him, and he had no means of controlling it. Even the power he had would not be enough against the demon before him. “Why are you here?” Lucas asked the demon.

The demon stood on the edge of the shadows near one wall of the room. It tilted its head slightly as its red eyes gazed upon Lucas. When it spoke, it didn’t do so physically with its large mouth, but psychically, sending its harsh words direct into Lucas’ head. “This is the end of the line for you,” it said. “You are mine now and I am here to collect.”

Confusion added to Lucas’ sense of fear. “What are you talking about?”

The dog-headed demon snarled at Lucas. “Your soul belongs to me now.”

“That’s impossible. I gave my soul to Isis. How…” Lucas trailed off, the gravity of his situation just beginning to sink in, if indeed the demon was telling the truth, which he was sure it was.

“Osirus,” the demon said, letting the name hang inside Lucas’ mind as if it had some heavy significance. Osirus was Isis’ brother, and also her husband. What did he have to do with this?

“I don’t understand.”

The demon barked impatiently. “He did not like the idea of his legacy being overshadowed by yours, Lucas Rameses the Great, as you would no doubt have been known. You also lay with his wife. He was not pleased by that.”

Lucas sat heavily on the edge of the large wooded chair in the center of the room while he struggled to comprehend the sudden drastic shift in his circumstances. How could Isis have let this happen? How could she have let Osirus steal his soul from her? He shook his head. “This cannot be…” he said, although in that moment, he knew it was all true. He also knew this was his punishment for trying to go beyond his station. He had been duped into playing dangerous games with master players, and he had lost. He looked up to see the tall dog-headed demon standing right before him as it looked down at him with burning red eyes.

The demon snarled. “Time to go.”

Lucas wanted to run, to fight, to sit where he was, to do anything that didn’t involve going with the demon in front of him, for he knew with dreadful certainty exactly where the demon was going to take him.

To the Underworld.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

 

Shortly after Frank leaves the club, Lucas teleports to Los Angeles to see the Seer. The Seer lives in a three million dollar house in the Hollywood Hills. Lucas hates LA. It reminds him of Hell too much.

“Lucas Rameses.” The Seer, real name Virginia McIntyre, is lying on a sun lounger by the huge pool at the back of her sprawling, whitewashed house. There is hardly a cloud in the blue sky as the sun sits blazing in it, warming the tanned body of the Seer while she lounges relaxing with a cocktail in her hand. “Long time no see. You still on the run, handsome?”

Lucas sits on the edge of the sun lounger next to her, takes in the Seer’s tight, tanned curves, her long black hair spilling down her chest, stopping just short of her ample breasts, which are barely covered by a red bikini top. Virginia McIntyre is in her late forties, but she still looks in her early twenties. One of the benefits of having so much control over her own mind. Slowing the aging process is a handy side benefit of being a Seer, amongst other things. “Virginia,” Lucas smiles. “Looking delectable as always, I see.”

Virginia takes off her thick rimmed sunglasses to reveal her almost pitch black eyes. Lucas can’t help but be transfixed by them, as he always is every time he sees her. “You should know, Lucas.” She gives him a naughty smile and then laughs. “Relax. I don’t expect you to fuck me again.”

“I’m sorry to hear to that.”

“I’ll bet you are.” She rubs the rim of her cocktail glass over her bare chest, a tiny amount of the liquid inside spilling out and running down between her breasts. “Of course, that all depends on what you want. Some things can only be paid for in one way.”

Virginia McIntyre is a rare kind of human. She is one born with psychic abilities, but also abilities that go above and beyond being able to bend a spoon with her mind or read the occasional thought in some else’s head. Virginia is part of a legacy that stretches back centuries before even Lucas was born. Someone with her gifts only pops up once in a lifetime. No one knows who the next one is going to be until they are born and their abilities manifest in their first year of life. When that happens, the child Seer is taken from its parents. The parents can either shut up and accept a massive payoff, or they can be killed on the spot. Most take the money. Those who take the money and still cause trouble end up killed anyway. Killed by whom is another matter though. The child Seer is taken away by person or persons unknown. No one but the Seer themselves know what happens to them after that. They reappear in their early teens, seemingly in complete control of the huge amount of power they possess. Some refer to the Seers as God’s proxies on Earth. Many of them exhibit God-like abilities. Some can raise the dead. Others can cause natural disasters just by thinking about it. Still others can manifest whatever they want out of thin air. Most of the Seers become quite humble however, almost like whoever brought them up taught them to be that way. Most live like monks in remote places, content to be on their own, living simply. Only the non-humans know of the Seers existence, and the Seers are often consulted on various matters that always remain strictly private. Seers can’t be bought or bribed, but they are sworn to make themselves available to whoever wants to consult with them. It is their earthly duty to serve the non-humans, good or evil, it doesn’t matter. Seers remain neutral in the grand scheme of things. They are sworn to maintain the confidence of those who consult with them. It’s part of the gig. If they renege on that and break that confidence, they quickly disappear, never to be seen again.

Lucas has to give it to Virginia. There is no humble life for her. She lives the high life always, refusing to dwell like a hermit in some mountain cave or dark forest somewhere. She is no fucking Yoda, as she once said to Lucas. Neither does she look like Yoda, thankfully. More like Princess Leia. “I need to avail of that fabulously powerful mind of yours,” Lucas says.

“You need to know where Leonard’s guards are again?”

“Not this time. I already know where they are. I need information on someone. A Watcher.”

“A Watcher? You normally steer clear of the demon hunters, Lucas. What has this one done to arouse you.” A sly smile spreads across her perfectly full lips as she reaches over and puts a hand on his inner thigh.

Lucas shakes his head at her. “You should have been a demon, not a Seer.”

“I’d much rather be a dirty angel.” She gives his thigh a slight squeeze before laughing.

“A dirty angel? That would be a good look on you.”

“Wouldn’t it? Maybe I could try it out. You up for some roleplay, Lucas?”

“Maybe next time.”

Virginia shakes her head. “Relax. I’m just fucking with you. But you knew that anyway, didn’t you?”

Lucas just smiles at her.

“Alright,” she says. “What’s this Watcher’s name?”

“Rachel Swanson.”

Virginia raises her eyebrows. “You fucking this Watcher, Lucas?”

“Not likely. She’s in Hell, as you’ll soon know.”

Virginia frowns at him for a second, then her eyes go glassy and she shifts her stare towards the gently rippling water of the pool. Lucas has watched her do this many times, and every time he wishes he could be inside her mind to see what is going on. The kind of power she has, it intrigues him no end. It is power he would have killed for in a former life. “Okay,” she says, seemingly back out of her mild trance state. “Your girl isn’t doing so well in Hell.”

“Who does?” Lucas says. “What level is she on?”

“Burzum. She’s pit fighting against demons and damned souls. She seems to be a real Gladiator. Not long before one of the big wigs takes notice.”

“Who owns her soul?”

“Some demon called Nephilisk. I didn’t see much, but this demon seems like a piece of work. But then again, aren’t you all?”

“Some more than others.”

“I know, honey. Just fucking with you again. You know this Nephilisk character?”

“Vaguely,” Lucas says. He knows enough to know that Nephilisk is a crossroads demon, though things change so quickly in Hell that that information might be incorrect now. “Can you get me more on this demon?”

“Maybe,” Virginia says, sipping her cocktail. “If I go deeper down the rabbit hole. But you know I don’t like getting so close to demons, present company excluded of course.”

“I know. I’ll be forever in your debt if you do though.”

“Are you sure about that?” Her eyes narrow, a slight smile on her lips. “Could you handle fucking me for that long?”

Lucas smiles. “I’ll certainly try.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

 

While he was seeing the Seer, Lucas asked her if she could give him the exact location of the guards that are hunting him. He finds out they are across the other side of the city, doing some other work for their handler, Leonard. Lucas doesn’t care what kind of work they are doing, but he is grateful the guards don’t have their entire focus on him, at least not yet. They soon would though, which means Lucas has to get his hands on the archangel feather as soon as possible, or else he will have to confront the Grand Duke’s guards himself. He is confident he can wipe them out, but he knows Leonard will send more to replace them straight away, then Lucas will be back to square one again. If things don’t work out, he will have to run again, which he definitely does not want to do.

For a time, Lucas considers swooping in and taking the feather from the demon Krakus and his gang of hellish miscreants himself. Before, he was concerned about ending up on the radar of his enemies in Hell. Leonard is already after him, but Leonard is not the only one that wants Lucas back in Hell for retribution. Lucas crossed many demons in Hell, all of whom would love nothing better than to see him destroyed. Crossing paths with Krakus would surely alert other demons to Lucas’ presence. The last thing he wants is more enemies on his tail. The feather will prevent him from being forcibly taken back to Hell, but there are plenty of other ways his enemies could make life difficult for him here on Earth. Once Leonard realizes that Lucas can’t be brought back to Hell, the old demon would back off. That’s what Lucas is hoping for anyway. If Leonard persists with his vendetta, Lucas will cross that bridge when he comes to it.

The other reason he will not risk stealing the feather from Krakus is because he knows who Krakus serves. The Seer told Lucas that Krakus served under a demon named Tolloch. That made Lucas nervous. Tolloch is as evil as evil gets, equally as powerful as Grand Duke Leonard and not to be trifled with. Obviously it was Tolloch who obtained the feather from the Watcher Facility, which meant Tolloch was somehow in league with the Watchers, or at least the High Council. The Seer couldn’t find much detail on that, which meant Tolloch had gone to a great deal of trouble to keep his activities shielded from prying eyes, like those of a Seer like Virgina McIntyre.

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