The Spawn

IV

"It's almost sunset and we have no idea where your gate is," Angela said. They sat in another alley as the demon recollected herself, and took in some more of her alcoholic medicine.

"And I'm almost out of wine," Lilith groaned. "I either need a refill or a signature," she nodded to her purse, which had the scroll tucked neatly inside(she checked nearly half an hour prior, it was still there). "And I'm getting very bored of looking."

"Well, let's think about this, then," Angela said. "Do you think the gate to heaven is literal? Like, there's a certain gate that a celestial opens and it takes them to heaven?"

Lilith thought. "I don't think so. Not enough meaning."

"What about one of the churches?"

"I don't think any of them have a direct relation to my granddad other than his preachings. He'd have this be personal."

"What about...how about a tomb?"

Lilith thought. "You might be right. A tomb is, figuratively, a gateway from the body to the afterlife."

Angela pulled out her phone. "The only problem is that there are nearly forty tombs of significance in Jerusalem. Going between all of them would take all night."

"And tomorrow's Easter, one of the holiest days of the year. In the holiest city in the world? I'll burn like a crisp, even if I'm bathing in the stuff," she held up her bottle.

"Then let's narrow it down. I'll read them off of my list, tell me if anything stands out."

The devil nodded. "Alright. Shoot."

"Alright. Tombs of the Kings, Tomb of the Prophets, Absalom's Tomb, Benei Hezir Tomb, the Garden Tomb, King David's Tomb, Jason's Tomb, Lazarus's Tomb, Tomb of the Virgin, Tomb of Rabbi Yosef Haim-"

"Wait-wait-wait, go back," Lilith cut her off.

"Which one?"

"The Garden Tomb..." she trailed off, deep in thought. "Could it really be that obvious?"

"I don't get it."

"That's where Jesus was buried. The first time, you know, before the Resurrection."

"Well, now I feel stupid. That's just incredibly obvious."

"Sarcasm?"

"Sadly, not this time."

They looked up at the sky. "It's getting dark. We're running out of time before I get all cracky."

"And there's an hour-long service at sunset," Angela sighed. "We'll have to wait."

"I don't have enough wine to wait."

"Well, your passport says you're old enough to purchase alcohol, and you have a credit card. Go on."

"You're not?"

"Nope."

"I hate you."

Angela laughed, and they left the alley, heading to the nearest market. The nearest one was to close within five minutes of them getting there. Lilith went straight for the alcohol, finding a bottle of red quickly. She had lost Angela to the biscuit aisle. "Angela!" she hissed.

Angela pulled a few boxes down. "What? We haven't eaten since this morning! I'm hungry."

"Well, at least get something substantial. You can't live off of biscuits."

"No, but I can try."

The demon rolled her eyes, and headed over to a refrigerated section, pulling out some meat and cheese, then getting a small loaf of bread. She wasn't familiar with human food for the most part, but in hell, the only food available was bread, meat, and cheese. Something she was familiar with.