Sunday, March 16, 2014


The demon rose to greet us as we entered the room.  He was a dark shade of orange and sported what appeared to be a beer gut and the demonic equivalent of a comb-over—small horns sparsely adorned his head and I was pretty sure he waxed them to make them appear sharper as the light glinted off them.  I recognized him from the council of Hell but I struggled to remember his name.

He moved around the clutter of the strikingly human objects decorating his space and gave me a tired nod.  "Sir," he said.  "This is unexpected."

"Yes," I replied, still disoriented.  "Um…good to see you, Director."  I squinted at him, hoping his name would come to me.  It didn't.

"You don't remember my name, do you?" he asked.

I shook my head, wincing.  "Sorry."

"You're not the first to forget it and you won't be the last," he said with a shrug.  "It's Korrihor."

"Right, Korrihor," I said.  I tried to act like that had been on the tip of my tongue but it didn't even sound familiar to me. 

"So what can I do for you"—his eyes slid over to Jaelin and Sylnie—"and your lovely assistants?"
“We’re looking for cloaks,” I said.

He angled his head like he was staring at me over a pair of non-existent spectacles as he replied, “Cloaks?”
"Cloaks," I confirmed.

Jaelin jumped in to articulate our needs more effectively.  “We need to know who has been requesting black hooded cloaks and black masks.”

Korrihor frowned.  “That’s an unusual request.   I’m not aware of any, but I can look it up in my records if you’d like.”

“Whoever ordered them most likely wouldn’t have come to you directly,” she explained.  “The transaction would have been done with one of your low-level suppliers specifically to keep it from the knowledge of anyone higher on the food chain.”

The pudgy demon headed over to his desk and sat down in front of his computer.  “I realize, of course, that this is none of my business,” he murmured, clicking a few keys.  “But I have to admit it sounds like something juicy is afoot.”

I didn’t know this demon very well, so instead of answering his obliquely posed question, I decided to change the subject.  “So what the hell is this place anyway?  How does all this work?”

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