Ghost Mirror

Chapter 4 - The Counter Attack...

Spencer, Vince, Jessie, Dan, Justin, Jared and Rodney stood in front of the large building that looked more and more like a ziggurat. Down the middle of the buildings face was a channel where water once flowed from the roof to the ground. The building was clean and immaculate, a testament to its once sacred nature.

            There was a series of stairs that switch backed up the face of the building like a trail into the mountains.

            Out of the corner of his eye Spencer saw a shape move from its hiding place behind the south east corner of the building. Turning Spencer saw nothing, it was gone.

            “Spencer, you Vince and Rodney are with me.” Jessie said. “Dan, you lead the second squad in the front door. If there’s a problem, fire three shots then run like hell.”

            “Where are you going?” Dan demanded.

            “We’re going to the roof.” Jessie replied before beginning the hike up the switch backing stairs.

            The roof was covered with planters that were divided by walkways the crisscrossed the summit of the building. In the northwest corner Jessie spied what looked like nine glass pyramids that allowed insight into the interior of the building.

Spencer, Vince, Jessie, and Rodney started across the roof.

            “Jessie, where did you hear about gaining a power from killing a fiend lord?” Spencer asked.

            Jessie paused, concerned that she might be considered insane, but nonetheless, she briefly explained.

            “An old guy appeared to me in a dream.”

            Spencer looked intrigued.

            “Did you see him?”

Jessie nodded.

            “He wore a long cloak, I couldn’t see his face.”

Spencer’s intrigue turned to shock and awe; could this be the same man that Spencer saw in Arizona? Why was Jessie seeing him in a dream? Jessie was almost relieved at Spencer’s reaction.

            Stopping at the first glass pyramid Jessie knelt and peered through the glass to the floor below expecting to see a building as immaculate inside as it is outside. As her eyes fell on the ground Jessie became bitterly disappointed. The carpet on the floor was charcoal black; seats through out the internal chamber were torched and strewn about. In the front of the room there was a podium and an elaborate stand where important dignitaries would have addressed a considerable congregation, it too had suffered significant damage.

            “What the hell happened down there?”

Three gunshots tore through the air warning Jessie and her squad that there was a problem, the gunshots were soon joined by the screams of dying men.

            “JUSTIN!” somebody faintly screamed. Then the ebony black skinned Fiend Lord rocketed up the side of the building, then arched downward to land on the roof with a mighty crash. Under his huge fist was a body, even at the distance of twenty feet they could see Jared lying lifeless, pinned by the Prince class demon.

            “Oh no!” Jessie said before raising her weapon hoping it was half as nasty as her quarry. People scattered as bullets started flying, most ricocheted off the scaled hide of the demon. Spencer quickly found himself abandoned right in the path of the charging fiend lord.