Ultimate Supernatural Horror Box Set

Chapter 52

“Get out,” Wayne said, shoving Kendra out the door. “Now.”

Smoke roiled in the hall, and flames flickered in eager fingers of golden heat.. Cody had yanked his shirt up over his face so the cloth acted as a filter, but his eyes were red and narrow. The ceiling joists groaned overhead.

“Service stairs,” Wayne shouted.

Future of Horror, I hope to God you’ve got a future.

He slammed the door behind them and flung the deadbolt. Kendra screamed at him but he offered no answer. She yanked on the door handle, but Cody must have had enough sense to lead her away before all hope of escape was lost.

Satisfied that now his daughter had a chance, he turned to face his demons. All of them.

The sprinkler system gave one final gush and then fell to dribbles. Steam curled above the carpet, and Wayne’s boots conducted heat up through the soles of his feet. For an absurd moment, he wished he had his top hat. The prop would have given him a little courage, as if playing a Victorian undertaker conferred an indifference to death.

“You’re not Margaret.”

“I’m way older than that,” it said. “She is just another vessel.”

“I didn’t believe in you, and now I do. Isn’t that enough?”

“Faith is never enough. You need proof. That’s why you’ve been looking so hard.”

Wayne glanced at the bedpost that lay on the bed, a gooey slickness coating its tip. It hadn’t worked the first time, but it was all he had.

Unless....

“How long have you been in the basement?”

“As long as people have needed me.” The demon touched the hole in Margaret’s chest, as if curious about the ephemeral nature of flesh. “As long as God asked me to be.”

“Look. Only two ways this can go. You kill me, or I die when the hotel caves in. So either way we’re stuck together.”

“More than you know.”

The smoke grew thicker. Boards detonated from stress. A huge piece of roof sheeting slid past the window. The heat was palpable now, and each breath carried pain to the bottom of Wayne’s lungs. Outside, the forest glimmered with the reflection of the rising conflagration.

The fire fighters had probably reached Kendra and Cody by now. No reason to wait any longer. It wouldn’t do any good for him to stay here forever, too.

“I kept my promise,” he said.

The demon reached up and yanked the pencil stub from its ear. “Took you long enough.”

“We just said we’d meet again. We didn’t say when.”

“I went to a lot of trouble for you.”

“You caused a lot of trouble, you mean.”

The demon’s face shifted from Margaret Percival’s to Beth’s as fire leapt across the attic and lit up the gash in the ceiling. “Well, I didn’t want Kendra to see me like this.”

Even with her damp hair, the bloom of blood on her chest, and the reflection of the encroaching flames in her eyes, she was beautiful. Digger’s half-dead heart twitched in his chest, revived enough to ache. “She’s not ready to know what she is.”

“She’s almost a woman, Wayne. Haven’t you noticed?”

“I’ve been trying not to.”

“Thanks for bringing her. It was so good to see her.”

“Sorry I waited so long. I was just—”

“Scared. I don’t blame you.” Beth sat on the soggy, gypsum-covered bed as smoke and steam swirled around her face. “We knew something was here. Dumb as we were, we somehow knew.”

A gutter banged against the windowsill and glass shattered. Another chunk of the ceiling fell down, and the attic rumbled and copper roofing flapped from the heat of the updraft.

“Go now,” Beth said, looking at the sketch pencil in her hand. “Get her away.”

“I can’t lose you again.”

“Somebody’s got to fit her for wings.”

“I’m not much—”

“But you’re all she’s got. Dying is the easy way out. I should know.”

“The hotel....”

“Ashes to ashes and all that. Get out of here. I’m tired of goodbyes.”

“Six demons against one angel. Odds are not good.”

“When God gives you a job, you just do it. Come hell or high water.”

Wayne wished he had Beth’s faith. He struggled to leave her with something, even as the walls crackled, but all he had was doubt. “How will I know who wins?”

“See me in heaven and you’ll know.”

He staggered through the smoke and kissed her. She was already gone, air, ether, mist, a cloud in heaven. All that was left was crackling flames, a cacophony of splintering wood, and the filthy sketch pencil lying on the bed.

He grabbed the pencil and ran for the door. The deadbolt blistered his fingers as he racked it loose and swept the door wide, then entered a hall of hell.

“I love you,” he shouted, words lost in the roar of Belial’s fury.