Raising Hell by Lopez III Aurelio Rico

Author:Lopez III, Aurelio Rico
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stitched Smile Publications
Published: 2016-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

Part III:

The Big D

“Do you have a fancy trick up your sleeve?” Trimazole asked, sharpening the tomahawk. “A massive flood or a plague?”

“No.”

“How about a swarm of locusts? A blinding light?”

I shook my head.

Trimazole grumbled. “Well, can you turn your enemies into pillars of salt?”

“Nope.”

“Set a couple bushes on fire?”

“Not unless we set them on fire ourselves,” I said.

“Remind me again why I picked your side.”

“Why can’t I come along?” Miss Diabla demanded.

“Because it’s dangerous,” I answered.

We’d moved to Trimazole’s house. It was farther from the Garden of Heathen, and Trimazole assured me that Orob didn’t know where he lived.

The demon placed her hands on her hips and gave me a stern look. “Gabriel, I’ve been shaking my ass in front of demon dick most of my life. Danger and I practically have a relationship.”

I smiled. She had a way with words. “Miss Diabla, I appreciate your offer to help, but you’ll be safe here. You’ve already done so much. Trim and I will handle things from here, okay? If things go bad and we have to double back, we’ll come and get you.”

The truth was I wasn’t sure either of us would return. The human part of me weighed the odds stacked against us, and they weren’t good. It was a classic tale of David versus Goliath, except we needed a whole lot more than a few stones, and this Goliath was the most sadistic, evil being in history.

Miss Diabla’s shoulders sunk. “Fine. But please, take care of my boy, will you?”

“I’ll do my best,” I promised.

“He’s a good kid, you know. Sometimes, I think he goes out of his way just to pretend he’s not. You were right about him. There is good in him.”

I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. “And in you too. I’m right about both of you.”

She laughed bitterly. “Now you’re overreaching, angel.”

“The virtuous hardly see themselves as they truly are.”

“The virtuous don’t involve themselves in orgies either.”

“You’re ruining the moment, Miss Diabla.”

She smiled. “Speaking of the virtuous, where is Trimazole? I swear that boy would lose his nuts if they weren’t attached to him.”

As if on cue, Trimazole appeared, panting. A sheen of sweat lined his forehead.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“In the bathroom,” the demon answered, breathing heavily. “I had to take care of business before we headed out.”

“You mean you had to rub one off,” his mom said.

Trimazole smiled. “Yep. One for the road.”

Miss Diabla scoffed. “It’s amazing you didn’t blind yourself when you were ten.”

I excused myself and asked to be left alone for five minutes.

I faced the window and drew the curtains back. The darkness pressed against the panes. Flashes of red rose from the ground, and I remembered what Trimazole said.

“The red glow is the visual build up of souls made to suffer.”

There was no turning back now, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and focused on what I had to do.

And prayed.

Father, we thank You for the privilege to do Your bidding. You, who are merciful and kind, look with pity upon us and protect Your humble servants.

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