Cole And The Demon Episode 9 And 10
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For centuries, I’ve been able to exist among you
morals, feeding every now and then, all because I
remain otherwise unknown. Your barging in on me
last night before I could dispose of that poor
man’s body has resulted in my being in the news.
This is quite an inconvenience for me because
there are certain entities that would, to put it
lightly, put my head on a pike if they found me.”
Sounds like these ‘entities’ would be good to
befriend, and soon.
Zafira heard his mind working. She was slightly
amused, and not at all worried.
“I’m assuming you want me to fix this somehow.”
Zafira smiled. “You catch on quick.”
“How about we make a deal? I could very easily
skip town to dine elsewhere but I rather like it
here in Chicago. This town is so full of fun and
exciting things to do, so many corrupt souls to
claim. But I dare not spend too much time
outside my lair now. Scanning the minds of men
until I find a corrupt soul for my exquisite tastes
can be very time consuming. You, being an officer
of the law, should be able to bring me plenty of
bad guys for my needs.”
“And if I refuse?”
Zafira pouted her lips. “Then I will have to skip
town, and that would make me very sad.”
That doesn’t sound too bad. Better than being an
accessory to murder.
“On the other hand,” Zafira said, staring into
Cole’s eyes, “if I were to skip town, you’d never
find the person responsible for killing your wife.
You know this case has gone cold; no leads, no
witnesses, and no chance in hell you’ll ever figure
out what happened that night. It will forever be
on your mind until you die an old man in an
insane asylum. Sounds like a fate worse than
death to me.”
Cole thought about what Zafira said. It was true
— the case was cold. He wracked his mind over
Maria’s death every night before passing out at
this very table. It tore at his every waking
thought. He wanted justice, but at what cost?
Could she actually help him?
Zafira climbed off his lap and walked toward the
door. “You can take the night to think about it.
Meet me at Buckingham Fountain in Grant Park
tomorrow at midnight with your decision. Don’t
make me come find you.”
She opened the door, and then turned back
toward Cole. “Oh, and Cole. If you decide to try to
disclose my existence to anyone, I will kill you,
and not in a pleasant way like Travis.”
Zafira held the palm of her hand to her luscious
mouth and blew Cole a kiss. A pinkish mist
floated through the air and landed on Cole’s lips
like something straight from a Saturday morning
cartoon. The mist felt exactly like a woman’s lips
and bore the taste of that sweet aroma. His body
responded instantly — and then the sensation
She winked at Cole and vanished into the night.
Fatigued and restless, Cole’s frustration reached
its limit. He had been up all night, trying
desperately to find some clue he had overlooked
in Maria’s murder.
“There has to be something I missed, d–n it!”
He had gone over all the documents and photos a
million times. This time, however, he had more
incentive than ever to crack the case. If he could
somehow figure out who might have killed his
wife Maria, and do so before midnight, he could
simply decline Zafira’s offer, and she would go
away. Rather, he hoped she would stick to her
word and disappear. He looked at the clock: 3:46
p.m. There wasn’t much time before midnight.
The sudden knock on his apartment door startled
Cole.Who could that be? Hopefully not Zafira,
though she had already proved to be the type not
Looking through the peephole, Cole saw someone
he didn’t recognize. A man about his age with a
goatee and dark hair, wearing a black suit, waited
patiently. The reversed collar and prayer beads
dangling from his neck hinted at his calling. A
Cole cautiously opened the door just a few inches.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
“Good day, sir. I’m looking for Cole Harvey. Is he
“Who wants to know?” Cole asked suspiciously.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners? My name is
Father Gabriel Korvenus. I am with the
Congregation of the Holy Cross.”
“Sorry, but I’m not looking to find God today,”
Cole said coldly as he started to shut the door.
“Wait! Please, Detective Harvey! I think I have
some information about the recent night club
Curious, Cole opened the door and invited the
man inside. Gabriel looked around and beheld a
motley mess of police documents and gruesome
crime scene photos. He fingered his prayer beads
and mumbled something under his breath. The
gruesome nature of the photos would unnerve
anyone — anyone except Cole, who had
unintentionally made it his home decor.
Gabriel looked at a picture hanging on the wall of
Cole and Maria on their wedding day. “Is she the
one in the other photos?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” Cole
said sternly. “I thought you had information for
The priest shifted his focus back to Cole. “Right.
The news reports claimed you saw a woman in
the room with the victim. Did you notice anything
odd about her? For instance, did she have tattoos
of large bat wings on her shoulders?”
Those were not tattoos of bat wings. Those were
actual bat wings, and a long tail. However, the
similarities were entirely too coincidental. Did this
man know about Zafira, and what she actually
“Sorry, but I didn’t see any tattoos. Why do you
Gabriel turned to Cole. “The day of the murder, a
young girl of great physical beauty came into my
church for confession. She mentioned that she
was about to do something horrible but never
said what exactly. As she left, I noticed she had
bat wing tattoos on her shoulders that covered
most of her back. I thought maybe there was
some kind of connection.”
All those years as a detective had refined Cole’s
ability to detect bullshit down to a fine art. This
man was hiding something, and he wasn’t a very
good liar. He seen tattoos on her shoulders? That
would mean she would have to have worn an
open back dress or something else equally
revealing. Who would show up in church like
that? Not to mention, who would confess to
something before actually doing it? It seemed too
far-fetched for Cole’s taste.
Cole’s suspicions were further heightened by a
small cross-shaped scar on the side of Gabriel’s
neck. He wouldn’t have noticed it if Gabriel’s
collar hadn’t shifted while looking around the
room. No kind of accident leaves such a mark on
one’s skin. It had to have been done on purpose.
Nonetheless, this priest must know something
about Zafira. Was he one of the ‘entities’ that she
mentioned she was trying to avoid? Cole thought
for a brief moment about disclosing what really
happened. But then he also thought about what
Zafira said before she left. She would kill him if
he said anything, and with her ability to read
minds, there would be no hiding it. Best to play
safe for now.
Is cole right about playing safe and not telling the priest the truth?
Is the priest really what he claims to be?
Or is he one of the entities looking for Zafira?
Will cole accept her proposal?
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