Devils in the Details

Chapter 3

*Authors note.*

Religion is specific to individuals and it is not the intention of this author to get into a discussion on the validity of it in this story. This is purely a work of fiction emanating from the imagination of the author and is not in any way intended to offend any religion.

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CHAPTER 3

I was beginning to hate Michael (just a little bit, well not really but you have to put on a bit of a show you know what I mean don’t you?) when I found myself no longer holding his hand but standing on a slightly blustery hillside overlooking a huge building below.

It was built in a log cabiney (yeah I know no such word... duh!) style which rose several stories and seemed to go on forever.

There seemed to be a lot of bustle around the entrance and in the far distance I could just make out construction crews working on what seemed to be another section of the structure.

Thinking about it for a few seconds it kinda made sense, there would be a LOT of people coming and they would need to accommodate them somewhere, but I wanted to believe it was more like a tardis style place... You know tiny outside but humongous inside.

Dragging my gaze from the building I scoped out the rest of the view. It honestly could have passed as a typically picture postcard country scene, like the Dales or the Peaks or even the rolling hills of Scotland, that was if it wasn’t for the weird smell, which seemed to be emanating from the stream meandering down the hillside to feed a decent sized lake to one side of the building below. It seemed to sizzle and hiss as it flowed down indicating to me that it wasn’t water.

It wasn’t a sulphur-ish smell though so my only conclusion was (based on no plants or flowers growing near the edge of the stream or lake) an acidic type fluid. Mind you my mother didn’t raise any daft chicks so no way was I about to confirm this right now. I figured I would ask someone.

Just then I heard something and looked around but no one was there... I could have sworn...

Scarlett you are not going mad, it’s Michael. I am sorry but I am unable to come with you into this realm, he would know instantly of my presence. However you my dear are under an illusion so you will not be seen. Feel free to explore the area you’re in but don’t go into the water, it burns flesh, a little Satanic humour we understand.

Anyway, you will find whom you seek at the Lodge. Don’t worry you will recognise your intended, he is unmistakable.

And how am I supposed to get out of here? I thought back knowing he would ‘hear’ me somehow.

Just call my name in your mind 3 times and you will be back where you where.