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and said, . . . should. He had not protected her from damnation one way just
to damn her another. But even as his mouth was saying he wouldn t, his body
was saying he would. He wanted her. He desired her. The old line about the
spirit being willing, but the flesh weak, he discovered, was based on nothing
less than the truth.
Holding her tight, he stood and carried her up the stairs.
Chapter 38
What do you mean, He s taking her to bed?! Jezerael snarled and held a
tiny brown imp off the ground by its throat. It gurgled and gasped, but was
unable to speak. She dropped it then, and it lay on the floor, its chest
rising and falling, until she wearied of waiting for her answer and kicked it.
It bounced off the wall and dropped to the floor a few feet away from her and
cowered there.
Answer me, damn your eyes.
Its eyes suddenly grayed, then dried in their sockets like raisins in the sun.
I couldn t hear all he said,
the imp screamed. But he carried her up to her bedroom and when I came to
you, the two of them were undressing each other, and doing other naughty
things.
No! Jezerael screamed. She grabbed her hair and, enraged, ripped out two
handfuls. No! She grabbed up the imp and ripped it apart, then flung the
pieces around the room. No! I will not spend eternity as the slave of
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Agonostis.
She stormed around the office for a few moments, then got herself under enough
control that she could
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plan.
He hasn t necessarily won yet, she told herself. She felt around for Dayne s
soul, which she had tagged while she was working in the ICU. Following the
call of the marker, she appeared in Dayne s apartment . . . but not in the
bedroom. She didn t want to take the chance of making the situation worse, or
of inadvertently doing something that might work in Agonostis favor, instead
of against him. So she was moving cautiously.
Once in the kitchen, which was disgustingly clean and cheerful, she looked up
through the walls, straight into Dayne s soul. That, too, was disgustingly
clean and cheerful and completely healthy.
She frowned. If Agonostis had done his job right, Jezerael ought to have been
able to see dead places in the glowing fabric of the soulstuff she should have
been able to mark a change in the overall color of the soul, too, from the
gold of sunlight to a dull and angry red. But those signs of corruption simply
weren t there.
She shook her head and pondered. There was no way Agonostis could think Dayne
had fallen. The blind imp Jezerael had shredded could have just looked at the
mortal and proclaimed her still aimed straight for Heaven.
Jezerael felt sure she was missing something. Agonostis evidently felt he was
going to corrupt the girl in one vicious stroke, but he had to be laying the
groundwork for that. A spiriscopic analysis would tell
Jezerael what he d done, and in which direction he d planned the young woman s
damnation.
She commandeered a spiriscope from Hell s main office. The bill came wrapped
around it it was hellish, and if it couldn t tell her anything she didn t
already know, she was going to regret getting it for a very long time. She
flipped theon switch, and the puny little soul inside whined. Then she aimed
it at
Dayne, and line by line read the analysis of the contents of the soul of her
intended victim.
When she finished, she smiled.
Not only had Agonostis failed, but in the very form of his failure he had
created a lever by which Jezerael could throw the girl straight into Hell, and
Agonostis into slavery. And it was because of sheer stupidity on her
archenemy s part.
Agonostis deserved what he had coming.
Chapter 39
Oh, God . . .
The angel at the computer terminal bit his lip and studied the screen; he
twisted the plume of the pen for the Book of Names until the feather broke;
then he winced. He wasn t supposed to break things.
However, Dayne Kuttner and one of Hell s angels were in bed together, and the
angel couldn t help but think that his trip to the water fountain was going to
get him in serious trouble for negligence.
He hit the panic button.
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and said, . . . should. He had not protected her from damnation one way just
to damn her another. But even as his mouth was saying he wouldn t, his body
was saying he would. He wanted her. He desired her. The old line about the
spirit being willing, but the flesh weak, he discovered, was based on nothing
less than the truth.
Holding her tight, he stood and carried her up the stairs.
Chapter 38
What do you mean, He s taking her to bed?! Jezerael snarled and held a
tiny brown imp off the ground by its throat. It gurgled and gasped, but was
unable to speak. She dropped it then, and it lay on the floor, its chest
rising and falling, until she wearied of waiting for her answer and kicked it.
It bounced off the wall and dropped to the floor a few feet away from her and
cowered there.
Answer me, damn your eyes.
Its eyes suddenly grayed, then dried in their sockets like raisins in the sun.
I couldn t hear all he said,
the imp screamed. But he carried her up to her bedroom and when I came to
you, the two of them were undressing each other, and doing other naughty
things.
No! Jezerael screamed. She grabbed her hair and, enraged, ripped out two
handfuls. No! She grabbed up the imp and ripped it apart, then flung the
pieces around the room. No! I will not spend eternity as the slave of
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Agonostis.
She stormed around the office for a few moments, then got herself under enough
control that she could
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plan.
He hasn t necessarily won yet, she told herself. She felt around for Dayne s
soul, which she had tagged while she was working in the ICU. Following the
call of the marker, she appeared in Dayne s apartment . . . but not in the
bedroom. She didn t want to take the chance of making the situation worse, or
of inadvertently doing something that might work in Agonostis favor, instead
of against him. So she was moving cautiously.
Once in the kitchen, which was disgustingly clean and cheerful, she looked up
through the walls, straight into Dayne s soul. That, too, was disgustingly
clean and cheerful and completely healthy.
She frowned. If Agonostis had done his job right, Jezerael ought to have been
able to see dead places in the glowing fabric of the soulstuff she should have
been able to mark a change in the overall color of the soul, too, from the
gold of sunlight to a dull and angry red. But those signs of corruption simply
weren t there.
She shook her head and pondered. There was no way Agonostis could think Dayne
had fallen. The blind imp Jezerael had shredded could have just looked at the
mortal and proclaimed her still aimed straight for Heaven.
Jezerael felt sure she was missing something. Agonostis evidently felt he was
going to corrupt the girl in one vicious stroke, but he had to be laying the
groundwork for that. A spiriscopic analysis would tell
Jezerael what he d done, and in which direction he d planned the young woman s
damnation.
She commandeered a spiriscope from Hell s main office. The bill came wrapped
around it it was hellish, and if it couldn t tell her anything she didn t
already know, she was going to regret getting it for a very long time. She
flipped theon switch, and the puny little soul inside whined. Then she aimed
it at
Dayne, and line by line read the analysis of the contents of the soul of her
intended victim.
When she finished, she smiled.
Not only had Agonostis failed, but in the very form of his failure he had
created a lever by which Jezerael could throw the girl straight into Hell, and
Agonostis into slavery. And it was because of sheer stupidity on her
archenemy s part.
Agonostis deserved what he had coming.
Chapter 39
Oh, God . . .
The angel at the computer terminal bit his lip and studied the screen; he
twisted the plume of the pen for the Book of Names until the feather broke;
then he winced. He wasn t supposed to break things.
However, Dayne Kuttner and one of Hell s angels were in bed together, and the
angel couldn t help but think that his trip to the water fountain was going to
get him in serious trouble for negligence.
He hit the panic button.
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Golden lights flashed, harp-timbered klaxons sounded, and God appeared,
looking rumpled and smelling strongly of mead, glaring from a single blue eye. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]