The Scryer ✔️

~Ghosts in the Machine~

That night, I slept on the floor while I gave my son my nephew's tiny bed...Chewy's a great bed partner when he's not breathing on you.  Simba, having emerged from his hiding place, snuggled over Alexander's blonde hair, keeping watch over his charge. I lay on the flat of my back, completely exposed, as Chewy lay by my side on guard duty. I slipped into the twilight of slumber, seeing the edge of infinity ahead of me. I passed through the veil and found myself sitting on the sofa again.

Lucifer was already pouring the tea with a smile. "You have your mother's eyes, you know?"

"And apparently, I have inherited my father's thirst for justice."

He nodded somberly. "She told you then?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"What can I do for you, my Dear?"

"I need information."

"What kind of information, Hannah?" He sat back and sipped on his tea, watching me from over the rim of the cup.

"How do I kill him?"

"You would have to take his place."

I stared at him.

"Is that what you want?"

"I feel like I'm in hell already," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

He nodded. "You are, child. Your vibration has nearly ceased to exist. Your soul is very nearly dead and I mean that literally. The Old Man isn't too happy about the turn of the tides. And to be truthful, I'm not either. I don't want this for you. You were supposed to ascend. You were supposed to be my ticket back into the good graces of the man upstairs. You were supposed to send souls to him. I even have Sin Eaters at the ready should you need them. I'm tired of having to be the bad guy, Hannah. The soul that you knew as John awaits your return to him. But you can't have it both ways, you know. You want your revenge, of that much I can tell and truthfully, I certainly cannot stop you. No one can."

"Free will's a bitch isn't it?"

"That it is, Daughter."

"So am I," I replied flatly.

"Oh that, I have no doubts. Besides, you know what they say?"

"What's that," I asked as I brought my teacup to my lips.

"Hell hath no fury..."

My eyes seared into his and I felt my brow crane as a smile came to my face.

"Hannah?"

"Yes?"

"You do understand, that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, yes?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't understand?"

"Oh Dear! You really are lost without John, aren't you? I'm sorry about that. Really I am. I pulled a lot of strings to put you two together...You're soulmates, did you know?"

I glared at him. "I always felt that. The first time I remember seeing him in church, I felt it. I think he did too."

"He did. It was beautiful. It really was. And I meant no disrespect by my comment." Lucifer nodded as he smiled fondly. "But, what I meant was, what we discuss here remains here. In this room. It's locked up tighter than a drum as they say...in the very depths of your psyche. Purson may be clairvoyant, but he's greedy and he's become sloppy. He's blinded where you are concerned. And you should know, he's...if you'll pardon the vernacular, pissed off. He's seen his end, you see? But he doesn't know from where it comes. Or how."

"So, you're telling me...these conversations...all this is secret?"

He nodded as he sipped on his tea and looked at me from over the cup.