Saturday, December 28, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 163.08


“Yes, that.” Jasfoup shrugged. “Besides, its mother wasn't human either, was she? She was nephilim, too.”

“Was?” Sefskapoi raised an eyebrow.

“Alas, she died too. Recently, though. Nothing to do with the dragon.”

“A shame.”

“It was all a bit sad, really. Still, if it hadn't lived at all I would have been sadder.”

“Why so?”

“Because the dragon fought with Raphael and saved a couple of hundred nephilim from being culled. Experience enriches us, they say, but I have to admit that I've become fond of several of them.”

Harold had never seen Jasfoup so melancholy. This was actually the first time since the coming of angels the demon had talked about his lost son. He patted his friend's arm. “There, there, old fruit. We'll go and look at the statue when we're done here, eh?”

“That would be nice, Harold. Thanks.”

“What statue?” Sefskapoi gazed at the boy on the sofa. “I didn't know they raised statues for fallen nephilim.”

“It was a strange time, full of battles and magic spells. The two of them were turned to stone where they stood and the council adopted the statue thinking it was a classically carved rendition of Michael fighting with Lucifer and supplied by anonymous donation.” He gave a rueful smile. “Who was I to complain? It's not everyday they erect a monument to your three-day old son, even if it is a bit macabre when you realise it's actually his dead body on display in the park.”

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