Chapter 6

The detective looks like he's about to explode and he asks the manager to show him to the surveillance room, I watch as the videos unveil, the manager switches back and finds the old videos have been recycled, the manager scratches his head, and I kind of tilt watching the same spot on the 15th different time, earlier before my release.

I sit up as I see the douchebag by the viewpoint of the case, he reached into the case without breaking anything then leaves.

"Hey bozos, over here!" I point at the tape and they don't see it, you can't catch ghosts on tape unless it's their contour in form of a blur floating. As much as I like to shove my fist into the detective's face, I reckon him being unaware is a treat too. Only I can see him, the gun phases through like it's not solid and he just leaves, my fists clench and the fire's on, I shake it off but it's still burning.

"Shit"

"Guys, it's hot in here" A cop fans himself, okay, not completely oblivious, I shook the flames off and puff sitting back down, I drop as my body phases through.

"Then turn on the ACs then"

"The air conditioners are on non-stop, the monitors are hard to maintain and we skipped the company's electrician this month" The manager explains while he scrolls through.

"This is the coldest, I assure you fellas"

"Weird"

"You know what else is weird? Look at that shadow"

He points and the others kind of shuffle to see.

"Yeah I see it"

The video pauses and he zooms it to the spot by the right side where the thief's standing.

"That's not a shadow, it's mimicking a shadow. You see it's by the right side and the light source is coming from the back"

The detective explains and he asks the cop to give him the hard drive to the street where I was killed. Same thing, a shadow in light and me getting shot. All I see is a bastard leaving me to waste.

"Geez"

"Maybe he was on top of the streetlight or something"

The detective put his hand on his chin "It won't make any difference if he was on top, there would be no shade."

"What do we do?"

"Go over the tapes and find anything out of the ordinary"

"Duh, we've been doing that for hours now"

"I meant a shadow, there must be a connection somewhere"

I'm waiting and for a minute or two, these knuckleheads are examining the prospects of light and shade, the detective is right so why are we wasting our time?

"There it is"

I'm looking at the picture of a shadow on light, so this crook is also not very careful, technology today.

"Sir, the bodies missing!" Detective gets a call from the precinct and he pulls his collar out listening, I can hear the desperate lady on the line clearly and she's stammering.

"Which one?"

"Angle_Angel Adams"

"Jane doe?" He raises his eyebrows already getting up and picking a gun into his holster. I slap my forehead at the reference.

"No, John, the smaller one, dark hair, olive skin..."

I rake my hair, that's me alright.

"Shoot, track the van"

The computer loads and pinpoints the location.

"Old Harry's Church, fifteen minutes from here"

"Can't believe we didn't catch him, he was right in front of us, Bernice was driving the other van, the ghost was wearing a facemask when he took the second"

I touch the walls of the van when the squad cars arrive at the church, the lights are out but I can see a red glow and hear chanting inside, I don't wait for a roll call and I dash in to see a few people in red cloaks and a pentagram in the middle with red flames and all with my body at the center, there's blood on my forehead and I see an animal that looks like it's been through a grinder in a bowl. Poor critter.

The cultists are speaking in Latin and all, I see the leader in the middle and grit my teeth at his eyes, four of them, two above and the other two below, he grins at me.

"Give me back my body"

"Party's over"

The cops are dropping like flies when the cultists pull out guns spraying bullets, thieving scum's laughing when bullets don't touch him, he starts waving his hands like a Sith and the cops are shuffling in the air as marionettes, guns drop but the detective is quick to shoot a bowl of blood.

"You numbskull, do you realize what you've done?"

The flames become more intense then goes out, the blood flows into the lines of the pentagram and I can't reach it.

The roar shakes the church and glasses shatter and smoke arises then I see myself standing up with disgusting red skin and eyes, he contorts and steps out of the ring.

"Moloch, you insolent fool"

"Azazel, it wasn't my fault...it was these pesky humans"

"Now I'm trapped in this puny life form! No matter

That's his name, Moloch, and he floats contorting in the air when Azazel raises his fists, the detective watches in horror while he contorts and his neck snaps dropping on a pillar.

Okay, Azazel got even for me but I don't feel an ounce of satisfaction at his casualty, maybe it would've been more entertaining if I did it myself...

Detective shoots at him and he smirks "You'll be a very fine host detective, sadly I'm stuck to the host of the prism patron" He uses his telekinesis to throw the detective on the ceiling to the ground several times

He turns to me, these demons come out as smoke and he's pointing at me.

"Grab the Prism Patron, he's the key, this world belongs to me and I'll see to it that my plan is accomplished"

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