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His eyes go to the sky to a television news helicopter hovering above a burning building and he wonders how the media are going to explain all this to the world. No doubt there is plenty of footage of the giant rampaging demon that destroyed half the city, but Lucas doubts any of it will make it on to the news. The human government drones are not completely in the dark about the supernatural beings that exist in this world, but they go to great lengths to insure that the sheeple they rule over are kept ignorant about it all. Lucas knows the President and his cronies will concoct some ridiculous cover story to explain away everything that has happened, and the sheeple will swallow it all whole without a word of protest. It is easier to think that terrorists caused everything rather than a giant demon from Hell. Most human brains just couldn’t fathom that. They are not built to fathom such things.

When Lucas’ phone rings in his jacket pocket he is surprised. Firstly surprised at the fact that the phone is even still intact after all the battering he has taken. Secondly surprised because it is Frank phoning. “Frank,” Lucas says upon answering. “I didn’t expect to hear from you. I thought you were dead.”

“I don’t die easily,” Frank says, as droll as ever. “Besides, someone had to stop that thing rampaging through the city.”

“You killed the demon?”

“Fucking right I did. And Tolloch.”

Lucas is astounded. “Tolloch? How?”

“Another Watcher killed him, with help from me and Eva.”

Lucas shakes his head. “I should really call you Wonder Watcher from now on.”

“How about not.”

“Sorry, Frank, I’m just…do you have the feather?”

“Yeah. You have what I need?”

“Yes,” Lucas says, but he isn’t looking forward to telling him. “Where do you want to meet?”

 

They meet in the mountains, not far from Frank’s cabin. The Watcher’s car is parked on the grass verge of the dirt road that leads down the mountainside. Obviously Frank had abandoned it in a hurry at some point. Frank himself looks in a worse state than Lucas does. The two of them look at each other and shake their heads. “An eventful few days for both of us, I see,” Lucas says.

“You could say that,” Frank says, leaning against the driver’s side door of his black Chevrolet. He reaches inside his torn jacket and pulls out a long white feather, still gleaming and pristine despite the abuse it must have taken as Frank carried it around with him. “This what you’re looking for?”

Lucas tries not to look too eager, but he can’t help himself and walks over to Frank to take the feather, who says, “Not so fast. You first.”

Shit, Lucas thinks. He was hoping to have the feather in his possession before he delivered the bad news to Frank. “I found what you were looking for, but I don’t think you are going to like it.”

Frank sighs and shakes his head, obviously hoping to be free of anymore bad news. “Tell me,” he says.

“I found out the name of the demon who took your friend’s soul, as you asked.” Lucas pauses, his eye on the feather. Maybe he should just snatch it from Frank right now before he delivers the rest of the information. But then he thinks, No. He has too much respect for Frank to do that, which he realizes has to be a first. Maybe his humanity hasn’t been completely eradicated after all.

“Go on,” Frank says, a dark look in his eyes like he knows what is coming.

“The problem is Frank, that the demon who had her soul no longer has it.”

A deep frown crosses Frank’s face. “What the hell do you mean he no longer has it? Who does then?”

“Mordred. The King of Hell.”

Frank remains perfectly still for a moment as that particular knowledge bomb shatters whatever hopes he had of rescuing his one time sweetheart from the clutches of Hell. Then he does something Lucas doesn’t expect. He rushes forward and punches Lucas hard in the face, sending Lucas reeling back a few steps. “How long?” he demands.

Lucas rubs his jaw, too weary and weak at this point to even be mad at Frank for hitting him. “How long what, Frank?”

“How long have you known?”

“A couple of days. What does it matter?”

“You could have told me sooner.”

“A lot was at stake, Frank. I didn’t want to put you off your game.”

Frank gives a bitter laugh and shakes his head, then he throws the archangel feather on to the gravelly road and turns and walks to his car.

Lucas bends down and picks up the feather, all of his previous worry and anxiety vanishing in an instant the second his fingers touch it. “I hope this doesn’t effect our friendship,” he calls to Frank, though Frank isn’t looking at him. The Watcher guns the engine of his car and does a tight turn on the road, almost hitting Lucas in the process. Lucas watches the black car speed off up the mountain road leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. “He’ll come around,” Lucas says to no one before teleporting to the Demon Ecstasy club with his new prized possession.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

 

 

Archangel feathers are one of the rarest things in existence, at least in this world. There hasn’t been an archangel on the earth since the Big Dude flooded the place millennia ago. Archangels prefer to sit up in Heaven, lording it over the lower angels, making them do their bidding on Earth. And even when the archangels were on earth, they were not in the habit of losing too many of their precious feathers. The ones they did lose, they lost in battle as they wiped out hordes of filthy humans in places like Sodom and Gomorrah, before the Big Dude finished the job with all that water. How any of those precious lost feathers even survived to this day, Lucas will never know. In his two hundred year search for one, half the time he went on blind faith that a feather even still existed. It was blind faith that allowed him to keep running from Leonard, that allowed him to keep searching for the “holy grail”. It was only recently that he heard that the Watchers had acquired a feather, validating all those decades of faith he so desperately held on to. And now, here it is, finally in his hands.

Lucas strips naked and kneels in the middle of the carpeted floor in his suite in the upstairs of the club. The feather has many applications when used with the right magic, but the only application Lucas is interested in at the moment is the one that will make him a Divine Being. The spell involves channeling the divine energy within the feather into himself, forging it with his demon spirit. It takes him an hour or so to complete the complicated spell, and once it is done he stands, his human body completely healed, which is a nice side benefit to having all that divine energy running through you.

Lucas is now something that no other demon has ever been before. Demonic and Divine at the same time. A one of kind. And untouchable to any other demon, even to the King of Hell himself. Even to the Great Adversary…as long as he stayed out of Hell, which he planned on doing for the rest of eternity at least.

 

“I’m sure you are very pleased with yourself.”

Leonard is sitting at the bar in the club, Lucas having summoned the demon only moments before. The two of them are drinking vodka, the bottle on the bar between them.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Lucas says, unable to keep the smile from off his face. “I’m a Divine Being now. You or no other demon can touch me. I could probably destroy you right now.”

Leonard is back to wearing his “handsome face” again. He smiles. “But you won’t, will you? That’s not who you are, Lucas.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You are something of an enigma, for a demon, I mean. Have you always been so?”

Lucas thinks back over his long life for a moment, then nods his head. “Sometimes, I don’t even understand myself.”

“And I was so looking forward to torturing you.”

“Life is full of disappointments, Leonard. You of all demons should know that.” A sly smile crosses Lucas’ lips. It felt good to say that. “But look on the bright side. With all the time you’ll have not chasing after me, you can put all your energy into going after the throne again.”

Leonard drains what is left in his shot glass and slams it down on to the bar. “Mark my words, Lucas. This isn’t over. At some point I will have the power of the Adversary behind me and I will use it to find a way to drag you back to Hell where you belong, Divine Being or not.”

“You mean only if you hold on to the power long enough this time?”

Leonard’s face hardens, anger boiling behind it. Lucas holds his stare.

“Go back to Hell, Leonard. I never want to see your face here again. If I ever do, I won’t hesitate to destroy you utterly next time.”

Leonard stares, but he has nothing left to say. Neither has Lucas, who turns his back and pours himself another shot of vodka. When he turns around again, Leonard is gone.

For good this time.

 

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

 

 

Hell Is Coming (Watchers Book 1)

Hell Is Here (Watchers Book 2)

Hell And Back (Watchers Book 2.5)

Bad Grace (A Watchers Companion Novel)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

 

 

N.P. Martin is the author of a number of bestselling non-fiction books. He loves everything to do with urban fantasy, demons, the occult and kick ass characters. As well as writing, he teaches self defense to private clients and is a blackbelt in Jujitsu. He lives

in N. Ireland with his wife and three daughters.

 

 

 

 

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