Sinistrari by Giles Ekins

Author:Giles Ekins [Ekins, Giles]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evenfall - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2021-02-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

BLACK CANDLES, SET IN TALL SILVER CANDLESTICKS, guttered softly, casting deep shadows across the heavily draped walls of a vaulted chamber. The dim candlelight hardened the shadows about the hooded face of a tall figure seated in a black lacquered throne-like chair, raised upon a stepped dais. Before the throne another man knelt in supplication.

‘It shall be as you say Master,’ the acolyte whispered. The tall man stood up from the throne, turned his back and raised his black silk gown, bending slightly to thrust out his buttocks. The acolyte scurried across on his knees to kiss the proffered anus – the osculam-infame, his mark of homage, saluting his master in an obscene parody of the holy kiss to a bishop’s ring.

‘Indeed it had better be. This police officer is becoming a vexation to me. He has certain reserves of fortitude which I failed to detect and I fear he will continue his dogged pursuit of me like a particularly bothersome terrier.’

‘Why not simply kill him, Master? Or have me to kill him. Give me the word Master and I can simply make him disappear? Done that before, sir, many a time.’

‘The idea has certain attractions, but no, the notion is to discredit him.’

‘Master?’

‘To simply kill him, as you so admirably suggest would mean only that another would take his place. One not so resolute perhaps but a nuisance, nonetheless. I propose instead to create a diversion to discredit both Collingwood and the Metropolitan Police to such an extent that they can no longer be of irritation to me. I played with them once – but no more.’

‘Master, anything you demand of me shall be done.’

‘This is what you shall do,’ the hooded figure commanded, spelling out his instructions precisely and clearly, leaving no doubts as to his intentions.

‘It shall be as you command, my Master.’

‘Good, see to it at once, before Collingwood regains his strength,’ At that Edward Sinistrari dismissed his visitor, brushing him aside from his thoughts like fly about his ear.

Bowing deeply again, the fearful acolyte backed out from the chamber, the flickering candle light casting gaunt shadows over his heavily moustachioed face.

As soon as he was away from the fearsome, awesome, presence of Sinistrari, the shaken Satanist wiped his face with his kerchief and hurried out into the street and hailed a passing hansom cab, anxious to commence his task for Sinistrari whilst cursing himself for getting into such a predicament.

Passing by the Three Tuns Hotel, Aldgate, the cab carried on eastwards along Whitechapel High Street before turning south onto Commercial Street. A gaggle of drunken prostitutes shouted invitations to the passing cab, but he took no notice. Past Gower’s Walk and Back church Lane, the streets grew dingier and dirtier and meaner the farther into Whitechapel he travelled. The cabbie was slightly nervous, he came from up west and never liked going into the East End. His passenger had no such fear, although a foreigner, Irish-American to be precise, he knew the East End especially well.

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