Ghost Hunter Z by D.A. Schneider

Author:D.A. Schneider [Schneider, D.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Poe Boy Publishing
Published: 2020-07-16T22:00:00+00:00

The angel was gracious enough to offer the two spare bedrooms he kept for Sheila and Reg to stay in. While they waited for the guide to the underworld to arrive, Z helped Sheila get settled in the room. The angel, in the meantime, was warming bath water on the wood stove in the main room.

“Oh, I need a bath so bad,” Sheila moaned. “It’s going to feel exquisite.”

Z kissed her neck and she placed a hand on his check. “I still don’t understand why you have to go,” she protested. “Why doesn’t he get his own damned halo?”

Z moved around the bed and sat on the edge. “If an angel entered Hell, every creature in the place would be alerted to his presence. A human on the other hand would go relatively unnoticed. Plus, my particular skills could make things a little easier for me.”

“You don’t know that for sure. This is all insane to me.”

Z saw the worry on her face. He had to admit, it was nice to have someone to worry about him for a change. She came over to him and sat on his knee. Z rested his head on her bosom and she stroked his hair. In a whisper that was shaky with tears, she said, “I don’t want you to go. I just got you back, I can’t lose you again.”

Z wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight, not saying a word and unwilling to give her false hope. What horrors lay ahead he could not say, but his unsettling vision at the hands of the fairy seemed to be making more and more sense.

With a knock at the opened door, Uriel looked at the two of them from the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but he’s here.”

Z and Sheila followed the angel back to the main room where the stranger stood hunched near the fire.

“Ghost Hunter Z,” Uriel said. “Allow me to introduce you to my old friend, Kazul.”

Sheila stopped with a frightened gasp.

The creature that turned from the fire wore a serape over a large, muscular frame. His face was lined with scars and wrinkles. Where his nose should have been was instead nothing more than smooth skin and his bald forehead gave way to two triangular-shaped flaps of flesh that pulsated as he moved. Z guessed these were the creature’s horns. On his chin were two more horns that split to look like a goatee. Perhaps the strangest feature on this creature were his hands, which consisted of only thumb, index finger and a long tentacle that was coiled up for easy storage. Z loathed to imagine what this appendage was used for when uncoiled.

“You’re a demon,” Z stated. His hand had gone instinctively to the butt of his gun.

The demon studied Z with cold, gray eyes and slowly reached up to remove the tooth pick from between his large, straight teeth. “You’re a seer,” he said in a raspy voice that was British in its accent.

The tension felt palpable.

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