Cole And The Demon Episode 11 – 15
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“Doesn’t sound like a connection to me. She
could have been about to cheat on her husband
for all you know. Sorry, but I think you’ve wasted
Gabriel exhaled a deep sigh. “Perhaps. But God
sent me to you this day, so it isn’t a total loss. I
know a great burden must weigh heavy on your
heart, Mr. Harvey. Such burdens tend to lead men
to do things they wouldn’t normally do. The path
to Hell is paved with good intentions, and
desperation leads to the first step.”
It was as if Gabriel could see right through Cole’s
facade. Maybe Cole wasn’t the only one with a
“I appreciate you coming by, Father, but I have
work to finish down at the precinct. If you find
out anything else, don’t hesitate to stop by.”
“Sorry I couldn’t have been more helpful.” Gabriel
reached into his pocket and fished out a business
card. “If you are ever in need of my services, you
can reach me here.”
Gabriel handed Cole the card and walked out the
door. Before Cole shut the door, Gabriel turned
back toward him. “Remember my words, Mr.
Harvey. They may save your soul someday.”
Cole twitched a quick nod and closed the door.
He looked at the clock again: 4:27 p.m. Time
passed much faster than he liked.
In his desperation, Cole went back to the precinct
to find Frank, the detective assigned to Maria’s
case. He knew Frank wasn’t taking Maria’s
murder seriously, but maybe by some miracle he
had something he could use.
He was greeted by Penny, the very young and
attractive blonde office assistant who worked
behind the front desk.
“Detective Harvey! I didn’t expect to see you this
late in the day. Weren’t you on leave for a while?”
“Yeah, I am. Just stopping by for something real
quick. Have you seen Frank leave yet?”
“No, I haven’t. He should still be upstairs.”
Cole quickly turned towards the elevator. “I’ll
miss you while you’re gone, detective. Have a
great day!” Cole heard over his shoulder.
Penny was a sweet girl and somewhat flirty
towards him — which made him wonder if she
had a crush on him. Not that he would act on it,
Cole got off the elevator and made his way to
Frank’s untidy desk. Frank was idly chatting with
the other detectives.
“Hey, Cole! What the hell are you doing here? Do
you even know how to take a break?”
“I need to ask you something. In private,” Cole
“Sure thing.” Frank pushed up from his chair.
They walked to a coffee maker in a secluded
corner. Frank poured two cups of evil-smelling
“So what’s up?” Frank asked, handing Cole a
“Listen, it’s been a while since we talked about
Maria’s case. Any new developments?”
Frank shook his head and put a hand on Cole’s
shoulder. “I can’t imagine what it is like to lose
someone like that. I’m doing everything I can to
make sure we catch the son-of-a-b—h.”
Everything he can indeed, Cole thought. When
he’s not wasting paper, he’s chatting with
everyone else about his golf game the previous
weekend, or some girl he met at a bar. Cole’s
anger got worse with each passing second.
“I asked if there were any new developments.”
Cole raised his voice. “It has been two years
Frank, and I’m tired of everyone telling me how
f—–g sorry they are!”
“Calm down, Cole. You know just as well as
anyone that these things take time.”
Time was a luxury Cole no longer had. He looked
at the clock: 5:57 p.m.
“Yeah, time. Time that you are spending sitting on
your f—–g a-s!” Cole’s yell drew the attention
of everyone in the room. They all stared at him —
perhaps hoping a fist fight was about to start.
Cole may have lost his temper, and he may have
wanted to punch Frank in the face, but he wasn’t
stupid enough to lose his job over it. He stifled
What a f—–g waste of time. He backed away
from Frank and turned toward the exit. Better to
leave now before Captain Finnegan learned he
was here making a fuss. Cole hurried from the
Whenever Cole needed advice, he always
consulted Maria. Even in death, some things never
changed. He arrived at Evergreen Cemetery with
guilt weighing heavy on his heart.
It was 7:15 p.m. and the sun had started to set.
Cole stared down at the grave marked “Maria
Harvey”. He placed a single red rose on the
headstone. The base of the headstone was
masked by a mangled pile of shriveled flowers,
most of them roses.
“I miss you, Maria,” Cole said, speaking as if she
could hear him. “I miss the life we had together.
Things were much happier and simpler then.
Remember how you always used to make me a
steak dinner whenever I had a bad day at work?
You always knew the right things to say when I
was feeling down or lost.”
Cole smiled, remembering the good times, but
then a tear rolled down his cheek. “I feel like I
might be lost forever without you. I’m sorry I
wasn’t there to protect you. I’m sorry I wasn’t
able to bring the one responsible to justice. You
were so good to me, and yet I failed you as your
His heart was broken. His hope lost. Only one
“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
Grant Park was as dark as it was quiet. One of
the only sources of light was a lamp post next to
a walkway with a small bench facing Buckingham
Fountain. Cole decided to wait here, spending
what time he had left googling succubi on his
smart phone. He found nothing useful. All his
searches revealed were a few myths — and a
plethora of erotica stories that would make a
He looked at his watch: 11:59 p.m. He grew more
and more nervous and apprehensive with each
passing second. Was he at the right spot? Was
she going to show? What if she didn’t show?
Maybe she had left Chicago already and…
“I’m so glad you came, Cole!”
Cole jumped as Zafira appeared on the bench
beside him, seemingly out of thin air. “S–t! You
scared the hell out of me!”
Zafira smiled wickedly. “Your fear amuses me.”
As she stood, Cole could not help but stare at her
perfect behind. She wore the same outfit as the
night before: short black cocktail dress, black
knee high boots, black sheer stockings, and an
unzipped black designer leather jacket. He caught
a glimpse of the patch of bare skin just above
where her stockings ended. Cole had no doubt
that her standing in such a manner was
“Come. Let’s go for a walk, shall we?” Zafira
Cole rose from the bench. Zafira wrapped her arm
around his back and rested her head against his
shoulder. Despite knowing how dangerous she
was, her touch was comforting, and her sweet
perfume was soothing. It had been a long time
since he had a woman on his arm. The fact she
was a demon didn’t make it any less pleasant.
They walked the poorly lit path without saying a
“So,” Zafira said, finally breaking the silence,
“have you made a decision about what we
discussed last night?”
“How would you be able to help me?” Cole
“You just leave that to me. As you already know, I
have a unique set of skills you won’t find
elsewhere. Besides, what do you have to lose?”
“My soul,” Cole quickly retorted.
Zafira laughed. “I already told you, I only
consume the corrupt ones. Your soul is pure,
which is a very rare quality in today’s world.”
“I don’t understand. Pure?”
Zafira sighed. “Ever heard of the Seven Deadly
“Yeah, sure. Wrath, Lust, Greed, Pride, Gluttony,
Sloth and Envy.”
“Very good!” Zafira declared. “Good to know not
all knowledge is lost on you humans. Do you
remember committing any of them?”
“No,” Cole replied.
“That is why your soul isn’t corrupt. However,
that alone isn’t enough to make your soul pure.
You must also uphold the Seven Holy Virtues.”
Cole looked at her, confused. “Seven Holy
Zafira rolled her eyes again. “It’s no wonder there
are so many corrupt souls. You humans only
focus on what you shouldn’t do and not what you
should do. Love, Hope, Courage, Justice,
Fortitude, Kindness, and Wisdom.” Zafira looked
as if she swallowed a bug. “Just saying those
words makes my stomach churn.”
Cole reflected on what Zafira said for a moment.
“You make me sound like some kind of messiah.”
“Messiah or not, it would be in your best interest
to make sure your soul stays that way. Lest I be
tempted to make a meal out of you.” She eyed
“How do I know you won’t anyway?”
Zafira stopped. “I’m insulted you would insinuate
such a thing! I am a succubus, a demon of lust,
not some petty imp seeking to deceive you. I
don’t deal in lies, only seduction.”
It appeared she was not lying. If she wanted him
dead he already would be. She certainly
possessed the power to do so — though her
potent seduction abilities could be far worse than
“What do I need to do?” Cole asked in a very
Zafira smiled and then grabbed Cole, squeezing
him tightly. “That’s the spirit! All I need you to do
is find corrupt souls for me. That is all. You track
down criminals all the time. That’s what you do.
So, this should be fairly easy for you. Instead of
arresting them however, you’ll just send them to
Cole became more and more comfortable with the
idea as they took their midnight stroll. Rather
than having criminals rot in a prison cell, they
would rot overnight in sexual bliss. Plus, there
would be no need for a jury when she could
instantly know everything they had ever done. No
matter how he looked at it, justice would be
A wiry man suddenly appeared from behind a
tree. “That’s a fine piece of a-s you got there,
Cole immediately noticed the gun in the man’s
hand. He felt a shiver of fear. He had left his
revolver in his car. F–k! Didn’t figure he would
need it, considering he was there to meet Zafira
— who apparently was immune to bullets.
“Look, we don’t want any trouble. What do you
want?” Cole tried to engage with the man.
A larger man snuck up behind Zafira and grabbed
her from behind, his arm around her throat.
“He must be rich,” the second man said as he
clinched the lovely succubus. “No w—e who
looks this good comes cheap.”
They think Zafira is a prostitute? Come to think of
it, she did wear suitably slutty attire, Cole
realized. Nonetheless, they had no idea who or
what they were dealing with.
The wiry man pointed his gun at Cole. “I want
your wallet, your coat, and anything else you
Zafira started laughing hysterically. Cole knew
something was about to go down, and it wasn’t
going to be pretty.
“What the f–k are you laughing at, b—h?” the
taller man said as he tightened his grip around
her. She kept maniacally laughing, even as he
“Is she f—-d in the head or something?” the
man pointing the gun asked.
“No,” Cole said, “she’s laughing because you two
just made the biggest mistake of your useless
At that moment the first man’s expression on his
face turned completely blank. The hand holding
the gun moved closer and closer to his own face,
stopping with the barrel inside his mouth.
“You can let me go now,” Zafira said.
The taller man released her immediately. He too
had a blank expression on his face. Cole was
stunned how quickly this situation had turned
“Are you… controlling them?” Cole asked.
“Why of course! Now, the question is: What
should I make them do?”
The man with the gun pulled the hammer back,
ready to fire.
“Wait!” Cole said. “Having him kill himself here
would be messy. Not to mention the noise would
draw attention here.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right about that. I’ve got
a better idea anyway.”
Zafira walked up and took the gun out of the
man’s mouth and tossed it to the ground. She
leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue
entering his mouth. She broke the kiss and
motioned for the taller man to come to her. When
he reached her, Zafira grabbed the back of his
neck and pulled his lips to hers.
Cole watched as Zafira made both men strip
completely. Their clothes drifted to the ground like
dry leaves. He knew what she was going to do,
but he did not try to interfere. They were as good
as dead. There was nothing he could or would do
to stop it.
The men touched Zafira, fondled her, stroked her.
They undressed her, starting with her leather
coat, followed by sliding the shoulder straps of
her dress down her arms. The classic Little Black
Dress slipped to the ground like a forgotten
shadow. Her wondrous nude body was fully
Zafira mewled as each man took one of her
b—–s and began suckling at her erect n—–s.
The men stroked their engorged c—s while under
their mistress’ spell, completely under her
Zafira looked at Cole. “Normally, I let them think
they are in control. It adds a little extra pleasure
for me. However, I feel the need to demonstrate
what would happen if that pure soul of yours
should ever become corrupt.”
To Be Continued
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