Cole And The Demon Episode 19 – 21
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“Something like that,” Cole admitted. He realized
she was watching him.
Cole grabbed a soda from the fridge, cracked it
open and continued to walk around. On most of
the walls were paintings revealing a variety of
lewd s-x. Some paintings featured succubi while
others showcased massive all-encompassing
orgies. Lust, it would seem, was the general
theme. One painting, however, was suspiciously
out of place. It depicted a young blonde girl in a
long blue dress looking over a cliff at a burning
“Do you like them?” Zafira asked. “I painted them
“You paint?” Cole asked, visibly surprised.
“I do have hobbies, you know. I don’t spend all of
my time having s-x and consuming souls. Just
most of my time.”
Turning his head towards the room, Cole saw a
small easel with a half finished painting that
looked more abstract in its current form. Various
brushes and several jars of paint were neatly
arranged around it.
Cole did notice a few things that seemed out of
place for a ‘normal’ living space. One wall was
devoid of paintings. Instead, it was hung with all
manner of cuffs, clamps, straps and a few whips.
Something told Cole those were for more than
decoration. He also noticed a shelf on the
headboard of the bed that held a dozen or so
skulls. Human skulls, to be precise. They were all
clean and pristine, without any blemishes.
“Trophies,” Zafira said. “Some men I couldn’t
bring myself to part with completely.”
“Former love interests?” Cole sarcastically asked.
Zafira laughed, “Of course not! Some were
celebrities. Most were important historical
Cole thought about asking who exactly these
skulls belonged to, but then thought it would be
better not to know.
Something caught Cole’s eyes toward the center
of her dwelling — some kind of pyramid-like rack
made from rods of solid gold, which stood as tall
as Cole’s chest. Each rod bore a glowing purple
glyph similar to the ones that appeared when
Zafira opened the portal to her lair. A peculiar
sword lay atop the rack. The blade curved like a
snake slithering through grass and was made of
some kind of crimson metal like frozen blood.
Blue eyes glowed from the small dragon skull on
its hilt. Cole walked toward the rack, curious of
the sword and its strange holster.
“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Zafira
warned, “unless you want your soul ripped from
“What is it?” Cole warily asked.
“That is Ragnarok: The Destroyer. Even beings
deemed immortal or invincible cannot withstand
Ragnarok’s power. No one knows its origin or the
purpose of its creation. All that is known is, it has
a will of its own. It chooses who can wield it, and
those unworthy are torn asunder.”
Cole stepped back from the relic. If what Zafira
said is true, then what is she doing with such a
powerful weapon? If the sword found her worthy,
it must be a creation of absolute evil.
She seemed to read his apprehension. “Don’t
worry; I don’t have the strength to wield it
Cole gazed at Zafira. “You mean, you used to be
more powerful than you are now?”
“In my prime, there wasn’t much I wasn’t
capable of. Certainly more than reading minds
and controlling weak willed mortals. I possess but
a fraction of my former power.”
“Is that why you hide from the outside world?
You don’t have the strength to fight back against
the ‘entities’ you mentioned before?”
Zafira sighed. “Partially, yes. I would be no match
for an angel in my current state.”
Cole gave Zafira a look of surprise. “Angels? They
Zafira rolled her eyes. “You know for a fact:
demons exist. How could you not know angels
were real too? Just don’t go believing all that
God and Satan nonsense you humans conjured
“I try not to make assumptions,” Cole said.
“Otherwise, I would think you’d have severed
heads and leech extract in your fridge.”
“Touché,” Zafira giggled. “Crusaders, on the other
hand — them, I could take care of, if they were
“What are Crusaders?” Cole asked.
“Crusaders are an order of men dedicated to the
extermination of demons. Their order is as old as
civilized man and is well-versed in the art of
magic. They are much more secretive and
reclusive than they used to be. However, you can
always spot one by the small cross branded on
Small cross? Brand? Gabriel! Recognition
exploded in his mind.
“I saw one yesterday!” Cole explained. “He came
to my apartment asking about the night club
murder. Iknew something was off about him. He
gave me some bullshit story about…”
“I can read minds, remember?” she interrupted. “I
figured one of them would be paying you a visit
after that night club fiasco hit the news. This is
good news for you, Cole, because we need him to
find Maria’s killer.”
Cole looked at Zafira inquisitively. “We need him?
“Hmm, how to put this delicately? We don’t
need him , per say. Rather, we need his heart.”
“I’m not helping you kill people, Zafira!” Cole
“You won’t have to kill anyone. However, I never
said you wouldn’t have to do questionable things.
You want my help, this is me helping you. One
hand washes the other.”
Cole thought about it. He was okay with her
killing criminals — but a priest? That is going too
“Since you’re busy questioning your own morality,
allow me to make this easy for you. While you
were spending the day trying to find an alternative
to my offer, I took the liberty of doing a little
memory spying on Gabriel. Turns out, Mr. Holy
Man has an affinity for young girls. Too-young
girls, if you catch my drift.”
“A corrupt soul…”
“That’s right! It’s a win-win for us both. All I
need you to do is lure him to my lair. I will handle
“Isn’t that a little risky?”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan. Go ahead and tell him
it’s a trap for all I care. He will suspect as much
anyway. I just need to get him to part with the
prayer beads that hang around his neck. They are
the source of a Crusader’s magical power.
Remove the beads, and they are powerless.”
Doesn’t sound too hard. “All right, I’ll do it. I’ll
call him tomorrow and tell him to come to my
apartment. Then I’ll show him where your lair is.”
Zafira rose from the couch, “Now that our plan is
in order, I need to take a much needed shower.
I’m still sweaty and dirty from tonight’s dinner.”
She walked to her large shower stall. Cole’s eyes
were affixed to her backside, staring at her
perfect a-s — and the tail that swayed with every
Both shower heads sprung to life when Zafira
turned on the water. One sprayed down her back
while the other wetly massaged her front. It was
apparent why her shower was so big: her wings
would not fit in a normal shower. No shower
curtains or door were apparent; Zafira soaked her
body out in the open without a care.
Cole watched on from the couch. He definitely
enjoyed the unintentional show Zafira put on. Or
was it so inadvertent?
She lathered-up a loofa and vigorously scrubbed
her arms and neck. Water and suds cascaded
through the valley of her pert b—–s, past her
flat stomach, and in torrents between her lithe
legs. She massaged her soapy b—–s; n—–s
protruded from the bubbles like flashing beads.
Bracing her foot on a ledge, Zafira scrubbed her
legs one at a time, and then turned her a-s in
Cole’s direction. Suds flowed from her loofa as
she rubbed the small of her back just above her
tail. Then she grabbed her tail with one hand and
stroked it with her soapy other hand.
Zafira returned to her efforts. She extended her
wings and tried to reach behind herself but could
not quite catch the top of the saurian limb
stretching from her back. Zafira struggled several
times before Cole’s voice caught her off guard.
“Do you need a hand?” he offered.
“No!” she grumbled, still struggling.
Cole walked over to the shower, pulling the loofa
from Zafira’s hand.
“Here, allow me.”
Zafira was irritated but did not decline Cole’s
offer. He stretched to the top of her wings and
lightly scrubbed them. The water spraying on her
wings sounded like raindrops hitting an umbrella.
After lathering her wings, Cole returned the loofa
and used his hands. The wings were smooth like
leather to the touch. Zafira mewled as he rubbed
the soapy lather all across both wings and traced
his fingers down her phalanges. She jerked when
he tried to rub the base of her wings at her
Cole rubbed up and down her back. He stopped
to massage her shoulders. A mist of water
bounced from Zafira’s body and drenched Cole’s
clothes. He did not mind.
“You know, you’re pretty good at this,” Zafira
“I used to wash Maria’s back like this every day
when we showered together. I always loved the
way the water ran down her back, how her fresh
wet hair smelled, how her skin got goosebumps if
I got too close to her ribs.” He backed off,
realizing his mind had wandered. “Sorry.”
Cole jumped slightly as Zafira’s tail wrapped
around his back, stopping his retreat. It squeezed
him ever so slightly like a gentle hug.
“She was a beautiful woman,” Zafira said.
“Yes, she was.”
There was a dead silence for a while. Cole
focused his thoughts on washing Zafira rather
than dwell on how much he missed Maria. She
stood quietly, enjoying the sensation.
“Can I ask you something?” Zafira said.
“Do you think I’m repulsive?”
WHAT WILL BE YOUR ANSWER IF YOU WERE TO ANSWER THE QUESTION
To Be Continued