It was dark. It was quiet. The only sound in the old Ford Mustang was that of Liza Covet snoring from beneath a duvet that she had pulled up over her head in the back seat.
Until the car jerked forward by several inches.
"Have a nice sleep, beautiful?"
"Johannes!" The ungodly shriek that came from the hunter (who was attempting to claw her way out of the footwells by this point) had the witch flinching away and holding his hands up in mock surrender. "What the
hell is wrong with you?"
"I was on the other side of the planet and may have forgotten to change my watch. Time-zones are a bitch. Anyways, I was thinking about stuff and I thought I'd come see you."
"Johannes..." The short, seething tone that the woman used from her new upright position in the back seat was a familiar one to this particular witch. "I've got to be in Wisconsin by the day after tomorrow. You showing up in the middle of the night is
not going to make that easy."
"Sorry. I just had to make sure you were okay," the witch admitted rather sheepishly. "That demon has been around you again, hasn't he?"
"Michael? How'd you figure?"
"Took me an extra five minutes to get into the car. Figured you might've upped your wards a bit. So, did you plant a bullet in his brain?" Johannes and Michael were not friendly if the hopeful glee in the former's voice was anything to judge by. "Soak him with holy water?"
"I'm not trying to gank him, Johannes. He's useful," Liza got out through a yawn. "He says he's making fair contracts now."
"Not what I heard," Johannes retorted immediately. "I heard that he bought a little girl's soul from up north and attached her to some lost spirit as a 'friend'."
It took a good twenty seconds for the significance of the witch's growled statement to click as 'bad news' in Liza's mind. "How far up north?"
"What?"
"How. Far. Up. North?""Uuh, I dunno. I didn't ask specifics. Minnesota, I think." Liza's expression darkened. "What's wrong?"
"That black-eyed son of a bitch tricked me."
"Told you he was bad news," Johannes cooed triumphantly, turning to sit on his knees and lean in closer to Liza. He dropped his voice to a conspirational whisper. "You summon him, I'll get the holy oil and demon trap ready, right? We can get the exorcism all done with and then we can go up north together --"
"Look, I know you really want to send him back to hell or wherever it is they go when we exorcise them, but I can't. Not yet."
"Not yet?"
"Not yet. Were you planning on getting a motel room nearby? There's a town forty miles or so up ahead. We need to get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."
"Wisconsin?"
"Much, much better," Liza promised, handing over her car keys and twining her bedding around herself with a rather smug smile. "Tomorrow we're going to find out exactly what Michael's playing with."
"So what web did Michael weave for you?" Johannes asked around a mouthful of pancake.
"He said that Satan had created some monster and tied it to the little girl's heart. He unfortunately missed out the part where the monster was a spirit and the tie was to her soul, not to her heart," came Liza's grumbled reply. "The bastard was trying to get me to finish off his contract. He just wants that girl's soul. Knowing Michael, he's probably been going around that town buying souls in exchange for protection from the monster, too."
"He sent you to kill the little girl and kill a spirit?" The witch wrinkled his nose. "I don't get why he didn't just have her fall into a well or something. That's how he usually works. 'Accidents' left, right and centre when he's been in a town 'doing business'."
"He says that Satan's been trying to get the humans on his side. Made him draw up fairer contracts or something. That'll be the ounce of truth he added to his lies to make him seem credible. He can't kill them, accidentally-on-purpose or not, without breaking the contract and losing the soul to a reaper."
Johannes mopped up the last of the syrup on his plate with a piece of dreadfully soggy pancake and stuck said breakfast food into his mouth. He chewed with a deep consideration before gesturing at the hunter with his fork.
"I feel like I'm playing devil's advocate here... but there isn't a chance that he really is being fair and true to his contracts and this is all Lucifer's fault, is there?"
Liza raised one dark eyebrow.
"No, you're right. Stupid idea. This is
Michael James we're talking about. The demon who casually shags and strangles before heading out the door to make a deal at the crossroads. What was I thinking?"
Liza nudged the syrup bottle further away from Johannes. "I think you've had too much sugar too early in the morning. Let's finish our coffee; we need to get out of here and find somewhere secluded."
It was Johannes' turn to raise an eyebrow this time.
"If you'd rather we summoned the demon in a playground, be my guest. Idiot..."