Author: JE PAYNE

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY SIX —⸸— A Slight of Revelation Fine, Azazel said, as he walked across the table toward the window. He threw his hand up and a familiar-looking text appeared. ☿ ARCANE-SYSTEM: Azazel | Level...

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE —⸸— Today’s Earlier Activities Late afternoon had settled over the apartment by the time we made it to the table. The light coming through the back window was the color...

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR —⸸— When The Dam Breaks. Breakfast wound down quietly, and I could feel the tension building the whole way through. Sarah picked at the last of her food without really...

—†— CHAPTER TWO —⸸— In The Wake Of The Aftermath There was no way to hide that something big had happened in front of the cathedral a few nights earlier, nor could anyone hide...

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY TWO —⸸— Missing Persons And Sad Goodbyes Sarah sat in the front pew of St. Mary’s, her hands folded in her lap. Father Marcus paced near the altar, his weathered face...

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY ONE —⸸— The Hellhounds The truck fought me every inch of the way, wood and iron rattling like they wanted out from under me, the whole machine trembling as if it...

—†— CHAPTER TWENTY—⸸— The Trapped Spirit The walk to St. Marys should have been peaceful. Fresh snow crunching under our feet, the late afternoon sun cutting through the clouds in those rare winter moments. Should...

—†— CHAPTER NINETEEN—⸸— It’s Just Sarah I don’t know how long I sat there. It was long enough for the headache to fade though, and slip into a deep sleep. When I finally opened my eyes,...

—†— CHAPTER EIGHTEEN —⸸— Inscribing Coins And 45 ACP I headed upstairs to the apartment, Sarah following behind me. The light coming through the windows had shifted from pre-dawn gray to proper morning, pale winter sunlight cutting...

—†— CHAPTER SEVENTEEN—⸸— A Late Night Visitor The office had settled into an almost peaceful quiet. I sat in my chair, leaning back with my eyes half-closed, letting the exhaustion from the fight wash over...