Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Eight: To Fetch An Angel

I watched as people gathered around the door to the church in the evening light. Seth pulled at his tie again, looking very out of place and nervous. They were going to see right through him. This was a bad idea.

"We should get someone else," I whispered to Dawn from my place hidden in the bushes.

"There isn't time to get anyone else. This weakling will just have to do," Dawn hissed as he adjusted the microphone by his mouth.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Seth said, his words quiet as they pierced through the earpiece. "Assholes."

"Demons are not known to be friendly, good people. You're making a good amount of money doing this, suck it up, gay boy," Dawn spat as he opened his phone and somehow managed to get images inside the building.

"Are you using magic? Do demons have magic?" I asked, trying to poke at the screen.

He slapped my hand away. "They use a security system I've hacked into before for reasons. It's a common household system. Don't know why they wouldn't use something better. Probably trust people too much." Flicking through images, he checked multiple corridors until he found one with a familiar figure laying under a blanket. She didn't look to be in danger. Then I saw the chains on her ankles when she moved.

"I'm sending directions to your phone on where to go, but you're going to need to figure out who holds the keys. Bump into the priest, the pastor, the gardener, everyone and anyone. Grope them till you find the keys," Dawn instructed Seth as he made a map with directions and sent it to Seth.

"Are you serious! I'm not feeling up a holy man!" Seth said a little too loudly and got weird stares from those around him. "I don't know if that money is worth this."

Dawn pinched the bridge of his nose. "Some of them are hot, does that help?"

Silence stretched out for a few moments before Seth sighed. "Do you assume all gays are whores?"

"No, just you."

I snorted. All my life I had been trained to believe demons were cunning and evil. This demon, however, while a pain in the ass, seemed oddly human. It was as if we weren't all that different, despite the two places we came from.

The barista disappeared into the building, our mission was a go.

Dawn flicked through his phone and followed Seth's progress via the cameras. I wished I would've been able to go in, but with the demon blood, I was unable to cross onto the holy ground.

Seth bumped into the first person he found and patted them down. "I'm sorry. Didn't see you."

"Are you blind? I will pray for you, you poor soul," the pastor said, giving him a free pass.

"Yes, please guide me, I wish only to feel what it's like to be holy," Seth declared, playing along with the pastor's beliefs and falling into the attractive man's arms.

I giggled and covered my mouth when Dawn glared in my direction. "This man is an idiot, but he's funny."

"This poor man is cursed with blindness, he wishes to feel your holiness, priest," the pastor stated, guiding Seth to the altar.

"You may touch me child," the priest said gently.

Seth flopped into the man's arms and almost knocked him over. "Oh to touch a holy man." He ran his hands down his face and into his pockets.

A bright light shone in my face. "And what are you young folks up to? Making out in our bushes, eh?" The scruffy faced man behind the light looked to be older than fifty or so in my opinion with his thinning hair and protruded gut. "Scram before I call the cops!"