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language. She sniffed at the air, her pert little nose scrunched in clear disgust.
“Smells like demons wiped their arses on the walls,” she muttered under her breath.
He did note the odd odour, musty with a hint of sulphur.
The gold, red and brown walls were lined. To some, it would seem just elaborate decorations, but Simon knew enough about demonology to know they were control and protection symbols. Opie stared at them too as they passed through large double doors, heavily decorated with more protection symbols carved into the ancient gopher wood.
Jones’ wealth meant little. The human had no idea the danger he put himself in playing around with things he would never truly understand. Play with venomous snakes long enough, guaranteed they will turn on you and strike.
The fool.
The seal hissed as the doors opened, admitting them entrance to the even more opulent office of Joshua Jones. Twelve foot high glass showed off a spectacular view of London’s business district and Thames River. The human in question leaned back, smug amusement over his aging face.
“Come in, come in, and don’t be shy.” He rose to his feet. “This is most unexpected. Welcome back, Ophelia.”
She glowered at the man, mouth open to give him a dressing down. Simon squeezed her hand to silence her. She glanced up at him, clearly unhappy. Simon felt the vibrations of her growling rumble up his arm from where his hand gripped hers tightly.
Joshua turned his attention to him. “Simon Schuster, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”
“I know who you are.”
Jones’ smile was one of sinister interest. “Well, now I’ve only just heard of you, demon hunter. I’m guessing you’re not here for idle chitchat. Of course you’ll want your reward for returning my lovely little treasure.”
“Reward?” He was sure Opie’s grip on his hand had cut off his blood supply.
“Ophelia, my pretty, everything has its price. Isn’t that right, dragon slayer?”
Unfazed by Jones’ research of him, Simon shrugged. “She knows, so don’t bother. The only reward I want is seeing you stopped.”
“I’ve done my research on you, but does she know the whole story? Oh, is that why you intend to keep her? You require another bath? As for how you gained your immortality—that is not in the history books or the old fable.”
Opie’s pale features showed no emotion, all he could feel was the shaking of her hand. Why he felt the need to stay connected to her, he didn’t know.
Simon knew the man was fishing. Only one creature on the Earth knew how he achieved his longevity. As for the one who bestowed the curse upon him, that god was long dead. No one was immune to death, not even gods.
“I’m not here to impart stories. But you will listen and comply. It’s simple. You will stop hunting Ophelia and leave her alone.”
Jones laughed, clearly amused. “You bring me the prize of my collection and just by being here offer yourself as well. I would dearly like to learn how you gained your immortality.”
So that’s the human’s game . No doubt collecting and experimenting on other worldly creatures trying to cheat death.
“Trust me, living for this long isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Still, I will discover your secret.” Jones’ greedy smile turned even more menacing.
It was time to change tracks. “Tell me about the Gullu. I get a feeling you’re connected to the sudden appearance of them in London. How does a human get access to some of the most deadly demons who’ve been imprisoned for thousands of years?”
Jones came out from behind his nine foot, gold inlayed desk, but not before pressing a button. Simon held in a snort. The weak human needed to summon his minions. Men like this always left the dirty fighting to others.
“Information comes at a price. I’ll tell you everything once you hand over my dragon girl.”
Simon opened his mouth to stake his claim—Opie beat him to it.
“Fuck you,
“Smells like demons wiped their arses on the walls,” she muttered under her breath.
He did note the odd odour, musty with a hint of sulphur.
The gold, red and brown walls were lined. To some, it would seem just elaborate decorations, but Simon knew enough about demonology to know they were control and protection symbols. Opie stared at them too as they passed through large double doors, heavily decorated with more protection symbols carved into the ancient gopher wood.
Jones’ wealth meant little. The human had no idea the danger he put himself in playing around with things he would never truly understand. Play with venomous snakes long enough, guaranteed they will turn on you and strike.
The fool.
The seal hissed as the doors opened, admitting them entrance to the even more opulent office of Joshua Jones. Twelve foot high glass showed off a spectacular view of London’s business district and Thames River. The human in question leaned back, smug amusement over his aging face.
“Come in, come in, and don’t be shy.” He rose to his feet. “This is most unexpected. Welcome back, Ophelia.”
She glowered at the man, mouth open to give him a dressing down. Simon squeezed her hand to silence her. She glanced up at him, clearly unhappy. Simon felt the vibrations of her growling rumble up his arm from where his hand gripped hers tightly.
Joshua turned his attention to him. “Simon Schuster, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”
“I know who you are.”
Jones’ smile was one of sinister interest. “Well, now I’ve only just heard of you, demon hunter. I’m guessing you’re not here for idle chitchat. Of course you’ll want your reward for returning my lovely little treasure.”
“Reward?” He was sure Opie’s grip on his hand had cut off his blood supply.
“Ophelia, my pretty, everything has its price. Isn’t that right, dragon slayer?”
Unfazed by Jones’ research of him, Simon shrugged. “She knows, so don’t bother. The only reward I want is seeing you stopped.”
“I’ve done my research on you, but does she know the whole story? Oh, is that why you intend to keep her? You require another bath? As for how you gained your immortality—that is not in the history books or the old fable.”
Opie’s pale features showed no emotion, all he could feel was the shaking of her hand. Why he felt the need to stay connected to her, he didn’t know.
Simon knew the man was fishing. Only one creature on the Earth knew how he achieved his longevity. As for the one who bestowed the curse upon him, that god was long dead. No one was immune to death, not even gods.
“I’m not here to impart stories. But you will listen and comply. It’s simple. You will stop hunting Ophelia and leave her alone.”
Jones laughed, clearly amused. “You bring me the prize of my collection and just by being here offer yourself as well. I would dearly like to learn how you gained your immortality.”
So that’s the human’s game . No doubt collecting and experimenting on other worldly creatures trying to cheat death.
“Trust me, living for this long isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Still, I will discover your secret.” Jones’ greedy smile turned even more menacing.
It was time to change tracks. “Tell me about the Gullu. I get a feeling you’re connected to the sudden appearance of them in London. How does a human get access to some of the most deadly demons who’ve been imprisoned for thousands of years?”
Jones came out from behind his nine foot, gold inlayed desk, but not before pressing a button. Simon held in a snort. The weak human needed to summon his minions. Men like this always left the dirty fighting to others.
“Information comes at a price. I’ll tell you everything once you hand over my dragon girl.”
Simon opened his mouth to stake his claim—Opie beat him to it.
“Fuck you,
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