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Authors: Robert Doherty
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, adventure, Espionage, Political, High Tech, Space ships, Area 51 (Nev.), Extraterrestrial beings, Grail
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rip. I cut with a precision the best of your surgeons could not even begin to imitate, but they ignore that and worry only about the death of worthless scum."
"Our surgeons try to save lives," Burton said.
"I try to save a life also." The creature pointed a thin, pale finger with a long nail at the end, at its own chest. "Mine."
"You have lived for millennia." Richard seemed more intrigued than scared.
I had seen him this way before in dangerous situations, where normal men would have fled for their lives. His only interest was learning more. But this was our house, not a jungle. And this creature—there was no doubt it was more dangerous than any Richard had ever faced on any of the many continents he had traveled to. "Why are you afraid for your life now?"
"This has lived for millennia!" The creature clawed through his cloak and suit shirt, pulling out an amulet on a thin metal chain. The metal was formed in the symbol of two hands lifted up in praise, but there was no body between.
"This—" the crea-
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ture thumped the pale flesh of his chest, "will die soon."
For the first time I picked up something other than hate off the creature as it turned its head looking down the stairs, toward the open front door. Its voice dropped low, as if afraid of being overheard. "They track me. They want me to go with them. To pass on, they call it. But I don't want to. I don't want to die! "
"Why do you hate women so?" Richard asked. "Why do you kill them and cut their bodies?"
"I am not of woman," the creature snarled. "I was not born of woman. It is a woman who tracks me, who wants me to pass on. They are all evil. Evil. I need blood to keep me going until—/ need parts of their bodies. I cannot—" He fell into silence, as if confused.
"Tell me your real name." I had seen Richard stand upright against a charging tiger in India, rifle to his shoulder, waiting until the last possible second before taking the fatal shot, wanting to see the tiger's eyes, every little detail. If the gun had jammed then, we would not be here today.
He always pushed—always. It was why I had given my life to spend with him.
What woman could resist such a man?
"My real name?" The creature took a few steps until it was opposite Richard in the hallway, its back to the banister. I remained frozen at the top of the landing. I could tell this was desperately tiring to Richard, his right shoulder leaning against the door-jamb. The disease that was killing him from within was making great strides in doing just that as he wasted energy. I also knew that Richard would stand and talk to the devil himself if it would give him more information regarding his tarigat.
The creature seemed to be regarding Richard's
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query as if it were some sort of riddle. "My real name means I have to know who exactly I am." The creature held a hand up toward the hall light as if it could see through the flesh. "I am a Shadow. That's what I was made to be. The Shadow of someone real. Created to do his bidding. They once called me Lucifer, long ago."
Those words chilled me. I had always known the things Richard were uncovering would change the accepted view of history, but Lucifer!
"They said I was cast out. But I wasn 't cast out. I was left behind. Do you know what that feels like? To be made, to not even be real, and to be left behind to do his bidding when you are more than he was? More than he ever will be."
"His name," my husband pressed. "The one you are the shadow of. What is it?
"
"It would mean nothing to you," the creature said. It twitched, looking to the open door once more. The skin on its face rippled as if worms moved beneath. "They are coming for me. The lackeys. The women. The whores who serve The Mission. To pass the Shadow on which means my death." He took a step toward Richard.
"I need the Grail," the creature's voice went even lower. "I need to know what you have learned of the Grail! It is the only thing that can save me."
"Tell me the
"Our surgeons try to save lives," Burton said.
"I try to save a life also." The creature pointed a thin, pale finger with a long nail at the end, at its own chest. "Mine."
"You have lived for millennia." Richard seemed more intrigued than scared.
I had seen him this way before in dangerous situations, where normal men would have fled for their lives. His only interest was learning more. But this was our house, not a jungle. And this creature—there was no doubt it was more dangerous than any Richard had ever faced on any of the many continents he had traveled to. "Why are you afraid for your life now?"
"This has lived for millennia!" The creature clawed through his cloak and suit shirt, pulling out an amulet on a thin metal chain. The metal was formed in the symbol of two hands lifted up in praise, but there was no body between.
"This—" the crea-
57
ture thumped the pale flesh of his chest, "will die soon."
For the first time I picked up something other than hate off the creature as it turned its head looking down the stairs, toward the open front door. Its voice dropped low, as if afraid of being overheard. "They track me. They want me to go with them. To pass on, they call it. But I don't want to. I don't want to die! "
"Why do you hate women so?" Richard asked. "Why do you kill them and cut their bodies?"
"I am not of woman," the creature snarled. "I was not born of woman. It is a woman who tracks me, who wants me to pass on. They are all evil. Evil. I need blood to keep me going until—/ need parts of their bodies. I cannot—" He fell into silence, as if confused.
"Tell me your real name." I had seen Richard stand upright against a charging tiger in India, rifle to his shoulder, waiting until the last possible second before taking the fatal shot, wanting to see the tiger's eyes, every little detail. If the gun had jammed then, we would not be here today.
He always pushed—always. It was why I had given my life to spend with him.
What woman could resist such a man?
"My real name?" The creature took a few steps until it was opposite Richard in the hallway, its back to the banister. I remained frozen at the top of the landing. I could tell this was desperately tiring to Richard, his right shoulder leaning against the door-jamb. The disease that was killing him from within was making great strides in doing just that as he wasted energy. I also knew that Richard would stand and talk to the devil himself if it would give him more information regarding his tarigat.
The creature seemed to be regarding Richard's
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query as if it were some sort of riddle. "My real name means I have to know who exactly I am." The creature held a hand up toward the hall light as if it could see through the flesh. "I am a Shadow. That's what I was made to be. The Shadow of someone real. Created to do his bidding. They once called me Lucifer, long ago."
Those words chilled me. I had always known the things Richard were uncovering would change the accepted view of history, but Lucifer!
"They said I was cast out. But I wasn 't cast out. I was left behind. Do you know what that feels like? To be made, to not even be real, and to be left behind to do his bidding when you are more than he was? More than he ever will be."
"His name," my husband pressed. "The one you are the shadow of. What is it?
"
"It would mean nothing to you," the creature said. It twitched, looking to the open door once more. The skin on its face rippled as if worms moved beneath. "They are coming for me. The lackeys. The women. The whores who serve The Mission. To pass the Shadow on which means my death." He took a step toward Richard.
"I need the Grail," the creature's voice went even lower. "I need to know what you have learned of the Grail! It is the only thing that can save me."
"Tell me the
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