《Revival Factory & Other Novellas》The Nymphs of Mosaic (Ch.25)
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There was blood coming out from under tablecloth which touched the floor. Even the end of tablecloth's end was red.
I couldn’t let any word out of his mouth. Was it another corpse? There was a lot of blood on there. How didn’t I notice it?
The neighbor went near the table and knelt by closing his nose. Then he pulled the table cloth up.
"Jesus!" words came out of his mouth.
I looked there and saw a cat chewing a big rat. The cat was sitting on pile of a dozen rodents – all of them dead. Cat didn’t mind us see him eat.
"If this cat keeps killing mice in this way then he will save you money for poison." But I had bought poison already in the way to my house from church. He put the table cloth down and rose up, "I should leave now. Sorry to say but this place needs – needs – you know what I mean to say. Sanitation."
I didn’t stop him from going.
I closed the door and rushed upstairs to the bedroom no matter how foul the smell was. I unlocked the door and pushed myself in there.
Satan was there on his all limbs and it was eating the kid's corpse like a hyena. Satan's face was bloodied and large chunks of flesh from corpse were gone. He looked up at me.
"What did Dormer do?" I asked to Satan, who was still chewing rotten flesh.
"He had weird habit of writing things which he had witnessed in a day. He had written down what he had seen in Markeenz." Then Satan again bit corpse.
A diary?
"Did he give the paper which wrote about me and you to the kid?"
Satan nodded, "Not only it. He had told the child to deliver it to police in case he died. He was clever. He didn't speak to child but told him to deliver it by writing it down. Now Dormer's dead and the letter will be in police's hands once the child knows Dormer is no more alive."
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"Will you do me a favor?" I asked with courage because Satan hadn’t done any harm to me yet. Or he was yet to…
He looked at me with its cold eyes.
Satan grabbed his trident and rose up. He walked near to me while I kept looking down and prayed to God.
"You are the only one who can do it, so. If you do it then you'll owe me." I looked at Satan's face.
"You gave me a reason to spend another day in this place." He said, "I had dined and I was ready to leave."
"You can leave next night. If you don’t stop the kid from sending letter then I will deal with problems which I cannot bear. All you need to do is to snatch away the letter."
"What's the child's name?"
"I have no idea. It would be easy for you to find who he is –"
"I cannot manipulate and read minds of children. Those who can are still up in heaven." Satan said.
"Don’t you know who the child is?"
"Children. I cannot do such sorcery on children. They are untouchable from my powers of mind reading and manipulation. But I can do the rest."
"You can do it with Dormer's. You can see the child's face from Dormer's eyes and can find it –"
"Beware human! Satan sees no face of any child. They are faceless for us and untraceable." He snapped.
I took breath of horror.
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