Sunday, January 5, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 163.15


“Dead?” She looked down at her hands, her face a frown of confusion. She hadn't been dead long enough to lose the elasticity of the flesh, though when she looked up again the frown remained, fading slowly like ice on a warm anthill. “How did I die?”

“The cannabis you smoked.” Harold elected not to go into the whole planar shift explanation of where it was grown and why. Sometimes a simple lie served better than a complicated truth, and besides, in the topsy-turvey world of nephilim and demons, telling lies was a virtue. “It was laced with poison.”

“Oh.” The explanation seemed to satisfy her, but she looked to the door with some alarm. “Darren?”

“Is fine.” He tried to give her a reassuring smile. “You smoked where he wouldn't inhale. Good for you. Where is the substance, though? Best I remove it before it poisons anyone else.”

“It's in the bathroom cabinet.” She pointed as she removed a key from her necklace. “Here. You'll need this.”

“Splendid. Thank you.” The key was brown with old blood. He didn't want to touch it but it couldn't be helped. “Now, let's get you off to your eternal rest.”

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