“I have an apartment off Cahuenga, just over the hill. I might even have some vodka.”
“Excellent. Lead the way.”
She smiled now and leaned into him, brushing her fingers against his jeans. “And when we’re finished with our nightcap, maybe I can do something about this little devil you’ve been trying to hide from me all night.”
“Not so little,” he said.
Her smile broadened, and she leaned up to kiss him. “I certainly hope you’re telling me the-”
She stiffened suddenly and her whole body began to shake. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets until only the whites were showing.
Beel was momentarily startled, but then he sighed.
He stepped back as the reporter continued to shimmy and shake in what, to the uninitiated, might look like some kind of medical emergency.
But Beel knew better.
Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one up, waiting patiently for the moment to pass. Then, with the whites of her eyes still showing, the reporter stopped shaking and perched herself on the hood of her car.
“We’ve had an interesting development,” she said.
Belial. Always one for the dramatic entrance.
“It had better be, my dear. I don’t appreciate this interruption.”
She stared at his jeans with her blank eyes. “That’s obvious. You seem to be adjusting to this skin you’ve acquired. You look even better than you did in Istanbul.”
He waved a hand at her. “Get to the point.”
She nodded. Paused. “I have word from one of my drudges that someone we both know and love made a bit of a fuss today.”
“Who?”
“My dear brother. And he took a few of my darlings in the process.”
“Really,” Beel said dryly. “And I should care why?”
“Because the fuss was over a fifteen-year-old girl. He seemed very concerned about her.” She paused. “Too concerned.”
Beel took a drag off the cigarette. This
“All I have is a first name. And my drudge tells me she’s quite a looker. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet had a chance to get up close and personal myself. I’ve been a bit busy.”
“This could be nothing. Your brother’s interest in the creature could be purely predatory.”
“Come on, Beelzebub”-she always used his given name-“you know him almost better than I do. He made up his mind about these things a long time ago, and I doubt he’ll ever change it.”
Beel shook his head. “He’s no more a saint than the rest of us. This fable these moronic creatures have built around him is pathetic.”
“True, but he’s just arrogant enough to believe it, and I’m told he came out of nowhere today, so I can only assume he’s been watching this girl. And that speaks volumes.”
“We’ve been through this before,” Beel said.
“But what if he’s right this time? What if this girl really is the Telum?”
Beel wanted more than anything to believe it, but he wasn’t so sure. Belial’s brother had always played his cards very close to the vest, and there was no telling what he was up to. And as much as Beel would like it to, none of this meant that their former colleague had actually found what they’d all sought for so long. He could merely be trying to distract them, in anticipation of the coming moon.
Besides, identifying the Telum was only half the battle. They needed to find the key to releasing it, as well. And wasn’t that the whole point of going after
“Beelzebub?”
Beel shook himself from his reverie and looked at her. “Moloch and Mammon tell me you visited them in Amsterdam. That must have been pleasant.”
She shrugged. “Mammon’s the same as ever. He’s predicting a massive collapse on Wall Street, and Moloch’s still playing soldier, working tirelessly to get their weapons and drudges in place.”
“But will it be enough?” Beel asked. “The eclipse is only days away.”
“All the more reason to pursue this girl.”
“And what about
“Unfortunately, I’ve hit a bit of a dead end. The one the Brazilian told me about has gone into hiding.”
“Then
She stiffened. “This isn’t just about you, Beelzebub. We all have a stake in this race.”
Beel knew she was right, and he didn’t like letting his temper get away from him. But they had come so close so many times before, only to see their hard work undone by some foolish mistake or some petty dispute.
He thought about all the infighting, the backbiting, the conniving, the fractured alliances, the wars . . .
And where had any of it gotten them?
“Apologies, my dear. I’ve just been waiting so long for this, I sometimes wonder if we’ll ever see it done.”
“We will,” she said. “I promise. But while I’m busy hunting down
“I do so hope you’re right about her.”
Belial stepped toward him now, pressing herself up against him.
“Don’t fret, Beelzebub. If all goes well, the Master will rise again, and bring the full wrath of Abyssus along with him.” She kissed his cheek, lingering there for a moment. “
Then she was gone.
BOOK VI
On they move
Indissolubly firm; nor obvious Hill
Nor streit’ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream devides
Thir perfect ranks
24
Batty and Rebecca had come to Istanbul early in their marriage, when their interest in ancient history and biblical lore was in its prime. They had decided against the usual tours and had instead wandered the city on foot, soaking in its atmosphere-the sights, the sounds, the smells, the people.
