Chapter Six

 

Back at home, I tried to reactivate the protective wards, but wasn’t able to. They were beyond me in a technical sense. Not much more than a magical speed bump anyway, I wasn’t too worried about them, but it was an inconvenience. It served as a great early warning system. At least I’d arranged a few other surprises should someone feel the need to kick me while I was down. I also finally managed to put a call in to Karra to let her know I was back from my inter-dimensional jaunt, somewhat safe and sound. We hadn’t been off the phone for more than ten minutes when I felt the gate in my spare room triggered. Her essence filled my senses a moment later.

It was Heaven.

The proverbial Heaven, not the battle-scarred Heaven we’d just fought to free from the clutches of rebellious angels, just to clarify.

The bedroom door flung open and I heard her quick footsteps in the hall as she headed toward the living room. She popped in, and like a true romantic, she said the sweetest thing a man could ever hope to have his woman say to him:

“What smells like wet orangutan ass?”

Love; isn’t it grand? “It’s dread fiend.” I ran over and wrapped her in my arms, squeezing her tight. It’d been a long day, and I just wanted to feel Karra against me, to know she was still there even if no one else was. It was enough.

She collapsed into me without another word, kissing me fierce. I felt the heat of her as we ground together. Her tongue flicked against mine while her chest pressed against me, her arms pulling me in as close as we could possibly be. I felt her forehead nuzzled against the small of my back. The gentle vibration of her stuttered moans making my spine tingle.

Then I stiffened, and not in the way I would have liked. I pulled away in a panic, a cold chill spreading goosebumps across my flesh.

“Hhhhiiiiyyyaaaaa.” Chatterbox’s rotten face grinned at me.

Another shiver rattled me as I settled my heart. I’m a freak and all, but there’s just something really gross about having a hard on in the presence of a severed zombie head.

“Hey, CB. I missed ya, buddy, but not that much.” He chuckled and mentioned something about missing me, too, and porn. “She kept you on a tight leash, huh?” I snatched him up and set him the table next to my old recliner, and watched for a second as he tongued the remote to turn the TV on. While I was glad to have him back, I really wanted some time alone with Karra. He wasn’t the kind of head I was looking for.

The zombie distracted, I scooped up Karra and ran for the bedroom. She giggled like the young girl I remembered from Hell, and all was right with the world.

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The sex more a sprint than a marathon, we lay in the bed under the cool sheet, our bodies entwined. Her fingers made little circles across my chest, tickling me as I caught my breath and luxuriated in the closeness of her. It struck me just how much I’d missed Karra, and not just since I’d left to meet Hasstor. I’d missed her since she left me behind in Hell. For all my relationships, to include my marriage to Veronica, this was the only one that made sense. Karra was who I was always meant to be with, however sappy or clichéd that might sound. There was a comfort to it, a passion borne of a first love that hadn’t been tempered by time or strife.

She snuggled in closer and I melted into her embrace. The smell of her perfume and the scent of our sex filled my nose.

“I was worried,” she told me, her voice muffled by her face pressed into my neck.

I had been too, but with more than enough bad news, I decided it best to not mention it. “All I could think of was getting back to you.”

Karra leaned over and kissed my cheek, turning my face to hers. Her hazel eyes pierced mine. “What happened out there?”

I sighed. For all my desire to make the moment last, it was coming to an end. “You really want to know?”

She nodded. There’d be no seconds for me after this. I copped one last feel and rolled over so we were facing one another.

“It was all a setup so Lucifer could deliver a message without everyone knowing.”

Karra stiffened at the mention of my uncle’s name, and I silently cursed him for what he’d done to her and her father…and to us. Though she didn’t say anything, I could see the fury in her eyes. It took her a moment to calm down. When she finally reined it in, she let out a quiet sigh.

“What does he want?” Her tone ended any fear of global warming.

“To warn me.”

She sat up in the bed, the sheet falling away. Unconsciously, my gaze was drawn to her breasts. I yanked it away like an errant puppy and forced myself to look at her face. Beautiful as it was, it wasn’t boobs.

“A warning about what? What could possibly concern him so much he would kidnap you from a world he tossed aside and left behind?”

“Uh, how about an inter-dimensional war he and God are fighting against a bunch of the other universes El Jefe Grande created long before he made ours, and that they’re afraid might spill over into our world?” I spilled it out in one long exhalation.

Karra stared at me in silence. The look on her face told me she was waiting for the punch line. She was gonna be so disappointed.

“You’re serious?”

“As a rectal exam.”

Her shoulders slumped and she dropped back down beside me. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close.

“It’s not a foregone conclusion the war will reach us, but Lucifer wanted someone to know…just in case.”

“So he chose you?” A hint of laughter colored her voice.

“Hey, now. What I lack in power and skill and knowledge and ability and interest, I make up for in powerful friends and lots of free time.” She hugged me close, burying her chuckling face in my ribs. “But yeah, I’m not really sure why he told me either. With DRAC and Heaven in shambles, and the demons of Hell scattered all over the planet, I don’t have a clue as to who I’m gonna muster in defense of the Earth.”

Karra grinned and gave me a kiss. “I’ll fight with you.”

I kissed her back, tangling my fingers in her hair. When we broke away to take a breath, I couldn’t help but smile at her. “Us against the universe. What a poetic way to die.” Bitterness seeped into my voice.

She sat up again, the grin gone from her face. “That bad?”

I shrugged. “You felt Xyx’s power, right?” Karra nodded. “Well, it looks like he’s the runt of the litter. The demon I met with, Hasstor, was easily as powerful as the old Baalth, and then some.”

“Is that why you have dread fiends hidden around your house like rotten Easter eggs?”

“Hardly.” I started to hold back again but it felt natural just to tell her the truth. “They’re here due to a more mundane threat that popped up after I came back to Earth. As it turns out, the U.S. government thinks I’m the cause of the storms. They made it clear they’ve got their eye on me when they shot me in the head.”

Her face flushed red, in an instant, her eyes narrowing. “They did what?”

I reached out and grabbed her wrist, her hand clenched in a fist. “I’m okay. They were making a point. While I didn’t appreciate it, they’re the least of my concerns right now.”

“They shot you! How can that be the least of your problems?”

“It’s been a hectic day.” I soothed her fist open so I could hold her hand. She grasped mine tight, fury still evident in her grip. “The government guys, the DSI, dumped me downtown. Before I could call you, some jackass attacked me with a specter. You might have seen the results of that on the news.”

She nodded, wrapping her other hand around mine. “That was you? Did you kill him?”

I shook my head. “He-she-it got away, and I don’t have a clue as to who was behind the spirit. I picked up a trace of power, but it disappeared before I could sort anything out. It didn’t seem random, so at first I thought it might be the DSI folks flexing their muscles to keep me on my toes, but I just don’t know. It doesn’t make sense for them to attack me out in the open just after they had me locked up and shut down. That’s why I have the dread fiends scattered about, just in case this turns out to be more than the government trying to gauge my abilities. They’ll attack anyone I haven’t put on the do not kill list.”

“What now?”

“Well, I only had two thoughts on my way home.” I sat up and grabbed handfuls of Karra’s breasts. “We took care of the first thing, so that only leaves the second, unless you want to revisit the first. I suppose I could make time for that.”

She laughed and batted my hands away. “What’s the second?”

Doing my best to keep the disappointment from my voice, I told her. “I was thinking of going to Hell.” She raised her eyebrows. “Back when I was checking into Asmoday’s murder, I stumbled across a containment case. It looked like it had been built to keep something—someone—powerful inside. Whatever was in there had broken out before I found it, but the case itself was covered in a fancy magical script. It was some kind of warding, way too complicated and strange for me to have any clue what it meant.”

I hopped up and waved for Karra to go with me as I left the bedroom. In the kitchen, I pulled the tome from the fridge and tossed it onto the counter. The overloud sounds of grunting and bad dialogue drifted from the living room, bringing a smile to my face. Karra came up alongside me to examine the book. I knew Lucifer probably didn’t want me showing it to anyone, seeing how he wanted it hidden in the God-proof room, but I didn’t want to keep it from Karra.

“Lucifer’s messenger gave this to me.” I opened the book and flipped through a few of its pages, showing her the flowing script that filled them. “It’s the same language that I saw on the case, and it’s somewhat close to the symbols Hasstor had imprinted across his skin. That gives me a pretty good idea that what was in the case came from out there.” I waved my hand toward the ceiling.

“Angels?”

I shook my head. “Aliens, more like.”

Karra stared at me a moment before returning her attention to the book. She flipped through the pages with wide eyes, her breathing shallow—not that I was looking at her chest, or anything.

“Can I see the case?” she asked.

I didn’t see why not. “Sure, I’m going there anyway. Hasstor didn’t tell me shit about the book or why he was giving it to me. He just said Lucifer wanted me to hide it. Maybe we can find something out.”

Her smile coming back to light up her face, Karra hugged me, and then ran off to the bedroom to get dressed. I watched her until she disappeared from sight, and then looked back at Chatterbox. His ugly mug wiped the leer from my face, but I had to admit it was good to have him home.

“Nice seeing you, CB.”

He chittered and gave me a toothy grin. “Ppoooorrrrrrnn.” He spared me about a half-second of his time before turning back to the TV.

It’s good to see a man of dedication. “Watch the house, and play nice with our stinky guests while we’re gone. We’ll be back in a while.”

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to Hell I go.