Midnight Air

15

Tap, tap, tap. Each step on the stone floor with his dress shoes rang out. Each one alerting the nuns to his presence.

"Good evening, sir. You're here quite early today. Sir Calvin is in the confessional booth waiting for you."

"Thank you sister. God bless you."

"Thank you, sir." The sister gave a slight nod before hurriedly shuffling off into a different corridor.

Justice turned to face the mirror hanging in the hall to check his suite. One small thread out of place would be a sin. He had to take care of a lot of business tonight, and he had heard that that pesky Purity and her annoying boss were coming to talk to the priest. Abigael sure had made a mess of things.

She was never going to be allowed to head off on her own again. A nice little vacation turned into an all out crime spree. If his heart didn't belong to her, would just let her die.

He fixed the collar on his suit. It fit nicely on his 6'4" frame. Perhaps after making sure Calvin kept his mouth shut, and he made sure operations were running smoothly, he could take Abigael out to a nice lobster dinner. A little blood and flood.

A slight chuckle left his lips and small smirk appeared on his face. He knew they were Chosens even when they were alive. A shame she didn't see that until after she was dead. 

Justice reached for the curtain of the booth. It felt off. The energy felt wrong. He stepped in and sat down.

"How can I help you today, my son?"

That was definitely not Calvin's voice. "You're really going to here and pretend to be the priest? Who are you?"

"You really don't recognize me, brother? Your own flesh and blood! The one you left to fend for himself in the middle of the road after he realized how much of a demon spawn that little witch of yours is. It's just like you to not remember. But we're twins. You would feel if I had parished." The man on the other side of the divider began to laugh sinisterly.

"Enough with the games, John. It's not like you to get into such histarics. Where is the priest?"

John's voice got low, "You mean this piece of shit?"

Justice turned and looked through the holes of the divider. The little gaps allowed him to see the severed head of the priest John was hold up by the hair to show him.

"Listen to me, and listen good," John started in a serious tone. "Stay the fuck away from Purity. You stole her from me in life, there's no way in hell I'll let you take her in death. If you even touch one hair on her head, I will bring down the full wrath of Hell upon you. Every demon from every ring will be on you. And you will face the punishment you should have faced 100 years ago."

"I don't appreciate your tone or how you're speaking to me, brother. You've merely killed a tiny worker in my giant machine. And I didn't steal her. I just did what made Abigael happy. Pretending to die from the gunshot wound was a little daunting, though. I should have been an actor. You, on the other hand, are just a lowely demon. As if Lucifer would go out of his was to please you."

Justice straightened his suite once more before standing to leave. "Oh, and John? Next time, aime a little higher in the chain. Plus, make sure you leave a bottle of his blood for Purity before you leave. She's been wanting his blood for years."

With that, Justice turned to walk away leaving John livid. Justice had no idea how far up John was, and he would live to regret it if he touched her.

Never again would he allow Justice to breath.