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Zafira unzipped the sides of her boots and kicked
them off. They clattered on the floor. “Before we
get into that, there’s a matter that needs to be
Cole set down his empty coffee cup and rubbed
Zafira’s stocking covered feet. “What issue would
“I’m hungry,” she said with a devilish smile.
“Something tells me you’re not in the mood for
Chinese,” Cole said sarcastically, continuing to
rub her feet.
“Chinese, Mexican, Bulgarian, whatever. Their
nationality doesn’t really matter, so long as they
have a corrupt soul.”
“As I thought,” Cole said tightly.
Zafira looked down at Cole’s hands on her feet.
“You certainly have a way with massages.”
Cole looked at his hands and stopped what he
was doing. He had not even realized he was
massaging her feet.
“Sorry, I um… I used to….”
“Maria?” she assumed.
“Yes,” Cole admitted.
“I don’t mind. In fact, it’s kind of nice to have
someone do something for me of their own free
Cole resumed massaging her. The silky texture of
her feet felt just as good on his hands as his firm
touch felt to her. His hands wandered a little
further up her legs, rubbing her ankles and calves.
Zafira smiled softly and hummed to his magical
ministrations. Her sweet intoxicating pheromones,
a smell that Cole had come to recognize as a
sign of Zafira’s arousal, started to fill the air of
Cole looked into her eyes. “Something I’ve been
curious about since we’ve met. You came from
Zafira nodded. “That’s right.”
“What is Hell like?”
Zafira snickered. “Are you afraid of where you
may end up?”
Cole slid his hands further up Zafira’s legs, now
to her knees. “No… just curious.”
“Hell isn’t a place, more like a separate plane of
existence. Same with Heaven. Both exist side by
side with your familiar mundane world, only
separated by an invisible dimensional fabric. The
layouts of these worlds are the same, just very
different environments and occupants. Hell is
chaotic: barren lands, constant wind storms, dark
red skies, rivers and oceans of molten lava
instead of water. Hell’s resident demons all
struggle constantly for power. I haven’t seen
Heaven but I imagine it is the exact opposite.”
“Do you ever miss being there?”
“Does it sound like a place someone would miss?”
Zafira snorted. “Of course not! Here, I get to do
whatever I want, whenever I want, and with or to
whomever I want. So long as I keep a low profile
from angels and Crusaders, anyway.”
“I assume you didn’t have such freedoms in Hell.
Who rules over Hell anyway?”
Zafira laughed as if Cole had made a funny joke.
“I suppose you expect me to say Satan or Lucifer.
Shows how little humanity knows of the planes!
Hell is overseen by seven Aspects, otherwise
known as The Seven Sins. Each Aspect is a
powerful demon that represents a sin, and they
have lesser demons who spread their sin across
Hell and sometimes into the Human World.”
Cole’s hands reached Zafira’s inner thighs under
her dress. “What about Heaven?”
“I don’t know much about Heaven, obviously.
However, I do know Heaven follows a similar
structure. They have seven Aspects as well, each
representing a virtue.”
The pheromones were thick in Cole’s nostrils. His
c–k stiffened dangerously the further his hands
slipped under Zafira’s dress. He was still in
control of his body — but like that night in Grant
Park, it sought to betray him.
Zafira saw his hesitation. “Keep going. You know
you want to,” she said with a seductive purr.
His fingers crawled further up her dress, finally
reaching the end of the road. He thumbed through
the small landing strip of hair above her s-x.
Then lightly, oh so lightly, ran his fingers across
her sweet moist nether lips. He wanted her.
Desired her. Craved her.
Then a vision of what happens to those who give
in to their lust flashed across Cole’s mind. They
become shriveled lifeless husks, damned for all
eternity. He hastily jerked his hands out from
under Zafira’s dress and put them in his lap.
Zafira smirked at Cole as she stood and pulled
her boots back on. “Don’t forget about your end
of our deal, Cole. I need to feed, and soon.”
Cole nodded. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll return to
work today. I can check the archives for someone
you might find… palatable.”
Zafira smiled. “I look forward to you bringing me
dinner.” She gave Cole a hug and a peck on his
She gestured to reopen the portal she came
“Oh, one more thing: take this.”
She tossed Cole a palm-sized crystal. It was
purple in color, and he could feel it vibrate with a
small thrum of power.
“Think of it as a key to my lair. If you are ever in
need of my assistance, just hold that crystal
above your head with your right hand.”
His face twisted. “Couldn’t I, you know, call you?
Like a normal person?”
“I’m an old fashioned demon, Cole. Your human
technology and I don’t get along.”
Cole laughed. This abundantly powerful creature,
so gifted in the dark arts, was thwarted by the
simple intricacies of a cell phone. Oh, the irony.
Zafira stepped into the portal. “Don’t keep me
waiting, Cole. Bad things happen to those who
stand me up.” She winked at him and the portal
closed, leaving him alone in his living room.
Cole looked at his watch. S–t! He was going to
be late for work!
Cole returned to work at the precinct. He first
reported to Captain Finnegan’s office, knocking
on the already open door. The captain looked up
from his deskload of paperwork.
“Ah, Detective Harvey! Glad you’re back. Are you
trying a new rugged look around the station?”
In his haste to be on time, Cole had forgotten to
“No sir, just running a little late this morning,”
The captain gestured with a curt nod. “Have a
Cole sat in the chair opposite of Captain
Finnegan’s desk. “We need answers, Harvey.
Since you were the only witness to what
happened that night, I’m putting you in charge of
this investigation. This is a high profile case,
probably the highest of your career. I’ve got the
mayor breathing down my neck and I need you to
get to the bottom of this. Can I count on you?”
“Yes Sir!” Cole replied with enthusiasm. He stifled
his inner anxiety.
Captain Finnegan considered the detective. “Good.
Cole left the captain’s office to spend most of the
day at his desk, re-reading all the reports on the
night club murder and scanning the police
archives for a proper candidate for Zafira to…
make disappear. Sure, there were plenty of thugs,
drug dealers, pimps, and similar scum, but he felt
they were not deserving of the death penalty.
“Cole! I see you’re back today. I have something
to talk to you about.”
Cole looked away from his computer monitor.
Frank stood nearby in an all-too-serious pose.
“Look, if this is about the other day, I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to lose my temper like that.”
“No, no. It’s not about that at all,” Frank said. “I
have a lead on Maria’s killer!”
To Be Continued
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