Sid : the Devil's secretary

10. Cold steamed

10. Cold steamed

Sid was back in the mortal world, but he knew he had a job to do if he wanted to get back home. Morgan might have headed for San Diego in order to lie low for a while before blending into human society.

"that was a little bitchy, now where could he be?" Sid got to his feet and tried to find his way. Lucifer said the escaped soul left an aura of chaotic energy, which he could see in a trail of black soot on the sidewalk. Sid walked along, oblivious to those around him watching his bullet dragged clothing, until he found a small seedy bar in downtown where the trail seemed to stop outside.

"of course, no better way to celebrate freedom than getting hammered" Sid walked into the bar to find multiple wooden stools and a line of patrons grumbling and cheering in their drunken hazes. The black soot trail seemed to continue to one of the stools, where a short thinning haired man in a gray shirt and jeans sat next to Purgatorian, clad in a smiley face mask and a black tied suit.

"are you Morgan?" Sid spoke from behind.

"who says?" the Purgatorian intervened. Sid had not seen his kind since Blood Moon Day, making him paranoid and fearful.

"your king wants you back under" Sid told the truth.

"tell him it's not going to happen" Morgan turned back on his stool.

"then you leave me no choice. Come quietly or I'll have to drag you back" Sid flashed his pistol at the two.

"get me out of here!!" Morgan begged the Purgatorian, who punched Sid into a bar table before grabbing Morgan and running out of the bar. Sid quickly got up and found Morgan was being carried by the Purgatorian over the cityscape. Outside the bar were several polished motorbikes fresh out of a biker gang, giving Sid an idea.

"shit!, how do you work one of these things?" Sid tried revving and starting the bike before finally getting on the road, avoiding oncoming traffic to get in the right lane and follow his bounty. He shook around his pistol while controlling the speeding bike in his other hand, firing several shots up into the air, alerting Morgan and the Purgatorian to their pursuer. People fled to cover at the sound of gunshots on the freeway through the city. The Purgatorian swept through the air at a lower altitude, allowing Sid to get closer and talk to them.

"leave me alone. I went to Hell for Satan. I don't have to answer to the new guy" Morgan looked back from his handle on the Purgatorian to face Sid.

"the deal is still binding, who cares who's in charge now?. You've got to go back" Sid's bike gained on the flying fugitives.

"not if my friend here has anything to say about it" Morgan patted the Purgatorian on the back, which caused him to shoot several balls of energy from his fists onto the freeway, cars swerving uncontrollably across the road. To lose Sid, the Purgatorian decided to ditch the freeway for a more cross border excursion over the U.S – Mexico border. The terrain changed dramatically from smooth asphalt to rocky desert. Border patrol caught sight of two guys flying, followed by a speeding motorcycle. 

A rocky ledge provided Sid with the leverage to ride over the border fence, past shooting border guards, and across into the deserts of Baja California. Sid continued trying to force down the Purgatorian with pistol shots, finally hitting him in the back over a vast flat expanse of desert sand. Morgan fell some distance away while Sid parked the bike behind a rock. Pistol in hand, he approached Morgan who was cowering behind another dry desert rock. He had never been out of Alabama, let alone the country when he was alive.

"alright kid, you got me. now what?" Morgan held up his hands to surrender while they both ducked for cover to avoid being spotted by rampaging border patrol units. They proceeded to the unconscious Purgatorian, detaining him, and driving him away back to the border to be prosecuted in the States if he did not bust himself out beforehand. with the units speeding off back across the desert to the border, Sid still had to take care of the pesky runaway.

"I'll be damned again if I'm walking back stateside to L.A hauling your fat ass across the desert to get you back to Hell. so maybe, you can make this easier for both of us" Sid looked down to his pistol before looking up to make sure the coast was clear.

"wait, what-" Morgan said before Sid shot him with a double tap. Morgan's body disintegrated into black soot against the desert sand and wafted into the wind, while his soul dived down through a crack in the earth, back to where it rightfully belonged. The deal with the Devil had been kept intact.

"holy shit, it actually worked" Sid was surprised that his plan was successful, expecting it not to work at all. Now he was all alone in the on the Mexican side of the border. Two countries in one day after living all his life in the heart of Dixie. He went over to retrieve his motorbike, wiping sand grains off his shirt, then rode back off across the border at a pace too fast for the border authorities in a 120 mile coastal cruise across southern California to the earth convent of Lilith in the Hollywood hills, where the resident partying nuns gladly let the servant of Lucifer to use their portal circle to get back to Hell.