all were posed as if they would launch themselves from the walls. Pigeons cooed in the rafters, randomly flying in and out an opening in the roof. It was cold and silent.
“This place is just wrong,” Ilisha said quietly.
Just as she gripped Bram’s hand, a middle aged man appeared from the shadows. She expected to see him in a black suit and white clerical collar; instead he wore jeans and button down shirt. He was slightly balding, with sporadic gray hair. Walking with a casual gate, his hands in his front pockets, he smiled.
“This must be Ilisha.” He held out his hand to shake hers.
“Hi,” was all she could say. Her eyes darted around the creepy building.
“This used to be a Catholic church. It has sense fallen into disrepair. Don’t let it get to you,” Father John said sitting on a pew.
Bram and Ilisha followed.
“So what’s up?”
“I have a problem with her death maker. This seems to go beyond a normal death sentence,” Bram started.
A pigeon swooped down from the ceiling and Ilisha yelped.
“Let’s take a walk, shall we.” John got up and walked to the back of the church. The door opened up into the forest. “You knew this wouldn’t be easy.”
“I’m telling you this is different.” Bram insisted.
“As soon as they found out you loved her it started. What do you expect out of a prideful demon?”
Ilisha piped up. “Excuse me? What does that mean, Father?” she said not knowing how to address someone of religion.
He smiled. “Call me John.”
She nodded and waited for an answer.
“A death maker doesn’t like to lose and you chose to trust Bram that day. He’s been following you for quite some time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Ilisha asked Bram.
“Because I didn’t think you wanted to know a demon has been stalking you, every minute of everyday these last few years.”
Ilisha swallowed hard. “Even...” Ilisha pictured the grotesque demon watching her have sex with her ex-boyfriend.
Bram cut her off. “Yes.”
“Excuse me.” Ilisha put her hand to her mouth and ran behind a tree. She dry heaved a few times before spitting up acid and the glass of milk she had drank.
Bram’s hand rubbed her back. She wiped her mouth on a leaf and got a piece of gum out of her bag.
“Talk about fricken sick,” she said disgust filling her eyes.
“Yes, but demons are on the perverse side.”
“Did he watch us this morning?”
“No, I would know if he was around, and besides, he wouldn’t want to watch me have you.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Bram took her hand and kissed her gently. “Come on, let’s figure this out.”
John was seated on a stump. “You’re on a slippery slope. You need to watch her at all times,” he warned.
“I need to know what he’s planning,” Bram said.
“I’ve been around for a while. I’m sure I can find something out.”
“Why did you fall, John?” Ilisha asked, and then felt bad. “Sorry. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
“It’s perfectly fine. I was under the rule of a corrupt king. His power overtook him. After I fell he ended up dying at the hand of his own son.” Bram stirred uneasy beside her, but John continued. “I couldn’t take the politics any longer, so I chose to live a life of freedom here, on earth. I had a difficult time when I came, so I decided to join the priests that help the fallen.”
“Do you ever wish you could go back?”
“Sometimes. I know our particular kingdom is in a better place now, but you can never go back if you fall.”
“Sorry, I’m still new to all this. Kingdoms?”
Bram spoke this time. “The Heavens are endless. They are divided up into many kingdoms that are under the rule of a royal family. Even angels get out of line.”
“Do they become demons?”
“Sometimes. Other times they are just cast out to join the fallen. Depends on how wicked they are,” Bram added.
John turned back to the subject at hand. “I’ll find out what I
“This place is just wrong,” Ilisha said quietly.
Just as she gripped Bram’s hand, a middle aged man appeared from the shadows. She expected to see him in a black suit and white clerical collar; instead he wore jeans and button down shirt. He was slightly balding, with sporadic gray hair. Walking with a casual gate, his hands in his front pockets, he smiled.
“This must be Ilisha.” He held out his hand to shake hers.
“Hi,” was all she could say. Her eyes darted around the creepy building.
“This used to be a Catholic church. It has sense fallen into disrepair. Don’t let it get to you,” Father John said sitting on a pew.
Bram and Ilisha followed.
“So what’s up?”
“I have a problem with her death maker. This seems to go beyond a normal death sentence,” Bram started.
A pigeon swooped down from the ceiling and Ilisha yelped.
“Let’s take a walk, shall we.” John got up and walked to the back of the church. The door opened up into the forest. “You knew this wouldn’t be easy.”
“I’m telling you this is different.” Bram insisted.
“As soon as they found out you loved her it started. What do you expect out of a prideful demon?”
Ilisha piped up. “Excuse me? What does that mean, Father?” she said not knowing how to address someone of religion.
He smiled. “Call me John.”
She nodded and waited for an answer.
“A death maker doesn’t like to lose and you chose to trust Bram that day. He’s been following you for quite some time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Ilisha asked Bram.
“Because I didn’t think you wanted to know a demon has been stalking you, every minute of everyday these last few years.”
Ilisha swallowed hard. “Even...” Ilisha pictured the grotesque demon watching her have sex with her ex-boyfriend.
Bram cut her off. “Yes.”
“Excuse me.” Ilisha put her hand to her mouth and ran behind a tree. She dry heaved a few times before spitting up acid and the glass of milk she had drank.
Bram’s hand rubbed her back. She wiped her mouth on a leaf and got a piece of gum out of her bag.
“Talk about fricken sick,” she said disgust filling her eyes.
“Yes, but demons are on the perverse side.”
“Did he watch us this morning?”
“No, I would know if he was around, and besides, he wouldn’t want to watch me have you.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Bram took her hand and kissed her gently. “Come on, let’s figure this out.”
John was seated on a stump. “You’re on a slippery slope. You need to watch her at all times,” he warned.
“I need to know what he’s planning,” Bram said.
“I’ve been around for a while. I’m sure I can find something out.”
“Why did you fall, John?” Ilisha asked, and then felt bad. “Sorry. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
“It’s perfectly fine. I was under the rule of a corrupt king. His power overtook him. After I fell he ended up dying at the hand of his own son.” Bram stirred uneasy beside her, but John continued. “I couldn’t take the politics any longer, so I chose to live a life of freedom here, on earth. I had a difficult time when I came, so I decided to join the priests that help the fallen.”
“Do you ever wish you could go back?”
“Sometimes. I know our particular kingdom is in a better place now, but you can never go back if you fall.”
“Sorry, I’m still new to all this. Kingdoms?”
Bram spoke this time. “The Heavens are endless. They are divided up into many kingdoms that are under the rule of a royal family. Even angels get out of line.”
“Do they become demons?”
“Sometimes. Other times they are just cast out to join the fallen. Depends on how wicked they are,” Bram added.
John turned back to the subject at hand. “I’ll find out what I
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