My Cerberus Girlfriend

Book Five: Chapter 5

The scent of chemicals and formaldehyde greeted Roger, Katina, Labda, and Cilla as they entered through the forensic lab's doors. The sterile area was well-lit by fluorescent lights, and there were different gadgets and tools strewn about.

A metal table in the center of the room held the Seraphim's corpse, which was draped in a white sheet. Dr. Carr was crouched over her, her numerous eyes scrutinizing the body.

She had a sleek, black exoskeleton and short, jet-black hair that was carefully brushed to the side. As she walks, her eight long, delicate legs skitter across the floor, each ending in sharp, pointed claws that click against the linoleum. Her numerous eyes were penetrating as she observed the Seraphim's corpse on the examination table, deep-set and gleaming in the lab's fluorescent illumination.

"Ah, officers," she remarked, raising her head from her work. Despite her strange appearance, she spoke in a friendly and professional tone. "I was about to summon you. This is the Seraphim's body that you discovered. It's an extraordinary specimen."

Roger took a step forward, his curiosity getting the best of him. "What exactly is a Seraphim?"

Dr. Carr stood up and stepped to the side, gesticulating towards the body. "The Seraphim are an angelic race that exists in a different dimension. They are recognized for their beauty and grace, and their wings are supposed to be formed of pure light. However, this one has solid wings."

She pulled the sheet off the corpse, pointing out various features of the Seraphim's naked anatomy as she spoke. "They have multiple hearts and a unique circulatory system. Their wings are incredibly delicate and require a constant supply of energy to maintain their form."

Katina leaned in for a closer look, her eyes wide with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it," she said.

Labda nodded in agreement. "It's incredible to think that there are other dimensions out there with creatures like this living in them."

Cilla crossed her arms, a more doubtful expression on her face. "But why was she in that cargo truck? Who would want to murder an angel?"

Dr. Carr raised her head. "Those are the questions we'll have to answer as our investigation continues. But for the time being, we must concentrate on examining the information we have and determining the cause of death."

Dr. Carr took up a knife and made a perfect incision down the center of the angel's chest, peeling back the skin to uncover the celestial being's inner workings. Roger averted his head, feeling uneasy as the spider woman discussed the function and composition of each organ.

"This is the heart, much larger than a human's, and it pumps divine energy that looks like yellow blood," she explained as she pointed to the huge organ in the center of the chest. "But as you can see, there is no blood."

Cilla leaned forward, her eyes wide with wonder as she observed the dissection with macabre fascination. But Roger couldn't handle it any longer and retched loudly as he walked over to the trash pail.

"How are you doing, boss?" Katina inquired, caressing his back.

Roger shook his head, wiping the back of his palm over his mouth. "I'll be fine, I promise. I only need a minute."

Labda, on the other hand, was preoccupied with something else. She knelt by the angel's wrist, pointing to two small puncture marks. "What do you think of these?"

Dr. Carr leaned in closer, her eight eyes scanning the wounds. "Ah, these I've seen before. These are blood-drawing needle marks."

When the word "blood" was mentioned, Roger's ears perked up. "Why would someone want to take the angel's blood?"