Zafira materialized back at the abandoned
factory. Several hours had passed since their
departure for Purgatory. Morning had arrived,
evident by a rising sun peeking through cracks in
“Well, that certainly was fun, wasn’t it?” Zafira
said, smiling at Cole.
“You could say that,” Cole chuckled. “So, what
“Now we rest. Tonight, I’ll use the items we
gathered to perform the ritual.”
“Rest? How could I possibly rest now?”
“Let me rephrase; I need to rest. Such a ritual is
very taxing, even for me.”
Zafira opened two portals with her hands, one
leading to her lair and the other to Cole’s
apartment. “I will come for you when I’m ready.”
Zafira disappeared into one the magical portals.
Cole stepped through the other, uncertain of what
tonight would bring.
The time: early afternoon. Cole tossed and turned
in his bed for what felt like an eternity. He tried to
rest as Zafira suggested, but his mind flooded
with anxiety, uncertainty, dread, even a little fear.
He had come this far, and if Zafira delivered on
her promise, he would know exactly what
happened to Maria in a matter of hours.
Cole also thought about the journey getting here.
To think, not long ago, he had no clue of the
existence of demons or angels. Now they were his
He reminisced his time with Zafira. How they met;
the ‘fun’ they had in the shower and with Stacy
and Anariel; the ‘not quite as fun’ times in the
park and in Penny’s apartment. While not always
pleasant, those were among the most vivid
moments of his life, and no matter what
happened tonight, he could never forget.
Cole found himself unable to sleep. He drifted into
his kitchen, made a pot of too-bitter coffee, and
sat at the table piled high with Maria’s case files.
He sifted through the files and photos one last
time, more to pass the time than make headway.
He had wasted too much time like this already.
If only he had met Zafira sooner…
Hours passed inexorably. Cole became stir-crazy
and impatient the later it got. Sunset encased the
apartment windows in darkness. Cole retrieved
the jar containing the priest Gabriel’s heart from
the refrigerator, along with the vial of virgin’s
essence, and the angel feather. He eased into his
living-room couch and placed the items on the
coffee table, compulsively staring at them as he
awaited Zafira’s arrival.
Cole’s heartbeat skipped at the familiar noise of
his walls vibrating. She had finally arrived! A
glowing gateway appeared in his living room and
admitted the superbly sexy succubus Zafira,
dressed in her short black summer dress, knee
high boots, thigh high stockings, and leather
“It’s about time!” Cole growled impatiently.