Friday, January 20, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 94.04

“That was...restrained of you.” Harold pressed a hand against Gillian's arm, wary in case she decided to take her frustration out on him.

“She has a point.” Gillian looked at Lucy, who had fallen asleep draped over one shoulder. She was quite big now and had Gillian not had the strength of the undead she'd have had to put her down long ago. “We really don't know what life has in store for her. She is the descendant of angels. She could end up destroying us all.”

“That won't happen.” Harold took his daughter from her. He wasn't quite as strong as Gillian and had to hold her in both arms. “I'll put her to bed, shall I? She's had a very long day.”

“Yes, of course...” Gillian frowned and refocussed, turning away from the drive and looking at Harold. “What do we do about Julie?”

“There's nothing we can do, love. She'd gone.”

“What of her spirit? Won't she become a devil?”

“I doubt it.” Harold looked for Jasfoup, but the demon had left them to talk. Harold hoped there was tea in the immediate future. “I doubt it very much.”

“Why? Gillian followed his gaze to the lit kitchen window. “Do you know something I don't? What have you done?”

“Nothing, honestly.” Harold began to walk to the house. “But her spirit was damaged, wasn't it? All the screaming. You can hardly be a devil if all you do is scream.”

“Really? I would have thought it the perfect qualification.”

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