Michael Davis
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In the back office of the adoption agency sat an angel with a lot on his mind. Zephyr was nervous, and uncomfortably sober. He thought about the knife up the sleeve of his hooded sweatshirt. He hated how having the blade reassured him. It felt wrong, like falling back on bad habits. Nobody besides Gabriel seemed to know about the coming apocalypse. His friends in heaven hadn't heard anything and the holy host wasn't mobilizing. That made him wonder how many people were involved. How high up the ladder…-
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Six and Titan had gotten in the routine of taking a walk around the park each day. Their adventures could last the whole day, depending on the weather. Usually they talked as they walked. Titan was good for bouncing ideas off of. He wasn't much of a reader. But he knew things. The hellhound liked to sneak into museums and take the audio tours. Anyone who noticed the large dog walking through the galleries usually mistook him for an exhibit. (Hellhound With A Walkman, - 1995 Titan) There was a feeling in…
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Misti was looking forward to seeing the men from the school leave empty handed. The tall one’s abrupt way of speaking had thrown her off. But now she was back on her game. Usually the bishop got his snack right about now. He could be a real demon when his blood sugar was low. Misti had told him she would bring the food after his meeting with the school board. She smiled. Those two had no idea what they were stepping into. The gatekeeper guided them up the stairs into a book filled office with large…
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Bael loved big opulent churches. It tickled him pink to see so much blood sweat and tears wasted on a deity that wanted nothing to do with such excess. It was like naming a jail after Claudette Colvin. The building was supposed to show their dedication. But a house was only as important as the people in it. He patted Ryan on the shoulder. “This must feel like enemy territory for you.” “Don’t rub it in.” The atheist looked up at the old weathered structure. “I honestly don’t see how anyone…
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“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Maharet asked nervously as they sat at the kitchen table. Six was off at the bookstore so they had the whole house to themselves. “It’s time to make a decision. Holding off any longer isn't fair to Six. I've decided to stay for the next ten years.” Bael tapped his finger on a parchment envelope sealed with red wax. Inside was the paperwork for his vacation, which he had already approved. (Of course Bael had berated himself about taking time off during the…
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The screaming werewolf hit the lawn face first, leaving a vaguely Granny shaped dent. He lay still for a moment before slowly getting up and walking back towards his shop. Werewolves were pretty much immortal unless silver or fire was involved. When he got to his shop he removed the backpack and made some adjustments, flipping it over and swapping the hose to a different port. He plugged his Soviet jetpack vacuum into a round hole on the side of his shop. It was an odd thing, a remnant from days gone by,…
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Sparky’s Appliances and More was a great place to go when you needed a cheap toaster that probably wouldn't burn your house down. A wild assortment of second hand merchandise lined the metal shelves of the converted warehouse. They had everything from Korean rice cookers to industrial bacon slicers. Trash compactors to snow blowers. If it could malfunction and kill someone, or at least maim them, Sparky's had it. Each appliance was carefully hand labeled with the brand, function, and price. A…
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Back at home the two demons began their search through the rats nest that was St. Drogo's finances. Bael knew the basics of what Kitch stole and how she did it. But his bureaucratic senses were tingling. There was something strange about the numbers. Maharet pushed a stray hair away from her face. “Bael, why are we doing this?” He looked up from the mound of paper. “I like mysteries and it's not like I have much else to do. Besides, I want Six to have the best experience at…
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At Saint Drogo's School an argument was breaking out in the office of the recently deceased principal. Upon checking her records it became apparent that she had been embezzling a truly staggering amount of money from the school. Approximately three quarters of the funds that were supposed to get them through the upcoming year were gone. There was no way around it. They were going to have to tighten their budgets, condense some classes, and disappoint a few parents. It was never pleasant telling…
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Six listened as Bael explained the situation to her. School was starting soon and since she hadn't attended class for two years she probably had some catching up to do. She didn't mind the thought of spending more time with Bael. Even if some of it would probably be boring. But he was operating on incomplete information. “Ah, and I take it that you are going to teach me?” “Precisely.” Bael gestured to a stack of school books. “I managed to secure a copy of last year's learning materials so if…
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