The Veil – Part 6

Hello, my Freaky Darlings!

I hope you all had a fantastic weekend and have been enjoying The Veil. In case you’ve missed any of it, I’ve added all the previous parts here.

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But anyway … Here’s part six for your reading pleasure.


Michael stared at the phone for a few minutes, while he decided what to do. The phone call from Carol’s father had been a shock. When a parent was worried about what a child might do to someone else, it was always wise to heed their warning. Carol had called her father in hysterics and told him that someone else held the key to her survival and that she was going to find that person and make them help her. Carol’s father hadn’t known who she meant, but Michael had a very good idea. He couldn’t stay out of it. He had to warn Sarah. Picking up his phone again he punched in Sarah’s cell number. The reception was surprisingly good out there, and Sarah never went anywhere without her phone. Maybe if he reached her in time, she could get out of Carol’s way or at least prepare herself for what was coming.

He waited for the sound of the cell ringing on the other end, but it didn’t ring.

“The subscriber you have dialled is not available at present. Please try again later,” a mechanical sounding woman’s voice said, and the line went dead.

“Dammit,” he said as he tossed his phone back onto the desk.

Standing up, he put his cell in his pocket and made his way across his office. His new assistant, a first-year psychology student, sat behind her cheap reception desk. He still couldn’t afford her but nor did he have the time to answer his phone anymore. Having her sit outside his office also gave him the veneer of a successful practice.

“Cancel the rest of my appointments for today and tomorrow,” he said. Ingrid started to protest. “Just do it,” he said putting his hand up to silence her. It was going to be an expensive exercise, and he didn’t have the energy to argue with a nineteen-year-old. He also didn’t know how he was going to explain to Mark that he was going to miss their anniversary dinner.


Lightning split the sky, illuminating the demonic figures standing in the deluge. Bael turned from his window with an empty Martini glass in his hand and found Gäap standing at the entrance to his chamber, watching him with an amused smile on his face.

“The Most High One sent me,” Gäap said with a slight bow.

“Oh,” Bael said, trying to stand up straight. “She let you leave her bed? Not performing your duties as well as you’re expected?”

“I’m going to ignore that. You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying. I’ll get straight to the point. She believes that we should let it play out. Let him carry on doing what he’s doing.”

“I see,” Bael’s speech was slightly slurred. “Do you think that’s wise?”

“Ours is not to question, but to obey.” Gäap examined his long, sharp nails. “She knows what she’s doing.” He shrugged. “She’s intrigued.”

“Is She? I sometimes wonder if she does the things she does simply to amuse herself, and we are merely here to entertain her.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loud or to someone who’ll take it seriously old friend.”

“Thank you,” he swayed but managed to stand upright, even though he could have sworn the room was tilted at a strange angle. He ignored Gäap’s snigger. It surprised Bael that Gäap was so forgiving. He was known for his sharp tongue – in more ways than one and not for his good nature. Nothing in the demon community made the mistake of verbally duelling with Gäap, The Most High One’s most trusted advisor and bed warmer.

Thunder rolled in the background as Bael tried to stay on his feet. He noticed a drop of water forming on the ceiling and then it fell onto his ancient Persian carpet with a splat. None of the buildings on this side of the veil were built for rain. The thought of what would happen made him stumble over to his bar and pour another Martini for himself and one for Gäap, who downed his before Bael had even managed to find the rim of his glass with his lips.


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