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Devil Said Bang (Sandman Slim 4)

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Dear James,

I know by now you must  hate me and you have every right to.

I only have to read a sentence to know who sent it. Mr. Muninn.

I should have been  truthful with you from the moment you talked about returning to Hell. For  that I’m sorry. You have my best wishes, my prayers, and my full confidence  that you’ll make a safe return home. I wish I could say more but time is  short. By now I’m sure you know that my brother, Neshamah, is dead by  Aelita’s hand. She and my other brother, Ruach, the part of us that still  rules in Heaven, seem to have come to some sort of vicious understanding.  Aelita means to kill the rest of us and Ruach has agreed to let her, leaving  him alone to rule. I should leave Los Angeles, in fact this world, but I’ve  come to love it so. For now I’ll lose myself in the tunnels where the dead  once roamed under the city. I suppose it’s a pathetic fate for a deity but  one I probably deserve for deserting my brothers and not doing my part to  stop this madness long ago.

Take care of yourself, my  boy. I’m sure we’ll meet again.

Protect the  Singularity.

With warmest  regards,

Muninn

I guess it’s nice that one of us thinks I’m getting out of this alive but it’s annoying how wrong Muninn is. I don’t hate him. I’m pissed. I want to strangle him, but only until he turns some funny colors. Not until he’s dead. The guy is scared to death and I understand that. Plus, he apologized, which is more than I can say for Saint James.

There’s nothing written on the second envelope. I turn it over. It’s closed with a red wax seal imprinted with twisted, angular lines like a piece of rusty bailing wire in an old barn. Samael’s sigil is as crooked as he is.

Dearest Jimmy. Or, if you  prefer, your Infernal Majesty,

I bet you’ve had a few  chuckles when you found out that all my plans and machinations designed to  return me to Heaven returned me to one ruled by a bastard and a fool. I’ve  laughed about it a few times myself, but only in private and very, very  quietly.

Have assassins given you  any interesting new scars? Murder is unsettling when you’re on the receiving  end, isn’t it, Sandman Slim? Worst of all, it destroys your ability to  trust, which is the point of this note. When you have no allies to go to for  help, there’s only one logical solution. Go to your enemies. When your back  is against the wall, ask yourself this question: which bastard has the most  to gain by helping me?

Here’s hoping this note  finds you as charming and unmurdered as ever.

Yours in  Christ,

Samael

I don’t know whether to be madder at Samael or Brimborion. It would have been really nice to know that someone out there was thinking about me, even if it was the asshole that stuck me here. And it would have been really goddamn helpful a few weeks back to get strategic advice from someone who has more reasons to want me alive than dead.

Squatting in the middle of a hundred pounds of dead bugs loses its charm fast. I put the knife in my waistband, shove the letters in my pocket, and tuck the bottle under my arm. With my good hand I close the bedroom door and head down the hall. Brimborion will know where to find me.

I’m sacked out on the library sofa when he knocks a half hour later. I open the door, and when he sees my bare Kissi arm, he doesn’t try to come inside. He hands me a widemouthed clay jar sealed with an old cork stopper.

“I told the witches someone on my staff was hurt. I think they believed me. They said this will help but it might stain your sheets.”

It’s not really funny but I can’t help but laugh a little.

“Keep it,” I tell him. I hold up my apparently healed hand.

“We can’t pretend nothing happened if I’m slathering that stuff all over me. I’m a pretty fast healer, and when the pain gets too bad, well, I’ll probably be drunk a lot for the next few days, so you don’t want to schedule me for any banquets or ballet lessons.”

Brimborion nods.

“I can tell them you’re working on the new sewage project.”

“Good. That sounds so fucking boring no one is going to bother me wanting to help with that.”

I get a piece of paper from the desk, write a note, and hold it out to him.

“I need you to do one more thing. Give this to Vetis.”

Brimborion plucks the note from my hand with his fingertips, trying to keep his distance from the Kissi hand.

“Go ahead and read it. I know you’re going to.”



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