Cursed Souls Blood, Brains & Rock'n'roll

Chapter 21 The Midnight Colt

He was having another nightmare.

The Cardinal of the Order of St. Constantine was sitting on the edge of his bed, drenched in cold sweat. The nightmare was so believable that Moore was still impressed. He'd seen them again. And he could still see their blood dripping from the mouth of the vile creature, the spawn of the devil himself. Abraham tried to calm himself, but it was impossible to do so after such memories. Too much of that nightmare had touched an old wound in the Cardinal's soul. Too often he sees it lately. Moore stood up and walked over to the reason for his visit to the Order's headquarters, which was an ancient box whose wooden walls were decorated with skillful carvings depicting angels with flaming swords.

Abraham lifted the lid of the chest. Everything lay just as he had put it three years ago. The metal cuirass with the image of the Lorraine cross on its chest was waiting quietly. Two 44-caliber Colt Walker revolvers, which, although they were inferior in power to the Cardinal's current Smith-Wesson 629, were superior because they had less recoil, which made it possible to fire quickly and accurately. All of this rested under a gorgeous raven wing-colored leather cloak that could absolutely flutter spectacularly in the wind. All of these things had been with Abraham for years and had saved his life more than once. Except, perhaps, for the cloak, which just looked stylish.

Moore moved the wood in the fireplace with his poker, and the fire flared again. The flames danced in the cardinal's pupils, and the shadows on the walls joined in the mystical dance.

"It's time to stop feeling sorry for myself," Abraham pondered. "There's too much I can still do. There's too much I have to do. I can't put it all on someone else and just walk away. I'll only leave when my heart stops beating. Until then, I will faithfully serve You, do Your will. I will not accept the offer of these fools to sit in the office for the rest of my life, writing endless permissions and prohibitions. I am ashamed that they dare to offer me such a fate. My life won't end this way. I will go through this sinful earth with fire and sword and drive all the evil back to where it came from. I shall not fear evil nor yield to the temptation of the devil. I will be Your punishment for the forces of evil and Your grace for the innocent. I will not allow what happened to me to happen to anyone. As soon as the Sisters find this trio, I will rid the earth of them, and these fallen souls who helped them, I will send them to Your judgment. As soon as they are found...".

Abraham Moore went back to bed and tried to sleep.