“Lovely to see you too, Jimmy. How’s tricks?”
“Is this real? Am I here? Are you there?”
“Real is a relative thing for people like us. What’s real? What’s here? What’s there? Things are as real and as where as you want them to be.”
“I’m not like you or Muninn. My celestial half is gone. I’m just another human asshole.”
Over my shoulder I hear Muninn laugh.
Samael sets down his glass and tries for the funny bone again. He misses.
“You’re not a regular human any more than we are.”
I look around the cavern piled high with junk from every earthly civilization that ever was. Everything from cave paintings to a Higgs boson trapped in a magnetic bottle.
I turn to Samael. He raises an eyebrow.
“I went to my enemies.”
“And how did that work out?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“That’s the downside of working with enemies. You seldom do.”
Mr. Muninn brings me a glass of Jack Daniel’s. He has to put it in my hand. I can’t move it.
“Cheers,” he says, and clinks his glass against mine.
“I think I’m just dreaming and all this is me talking to myself. Except it’s a little like a phone call I got. It didn’t make too much sense either.”
Muninn shakes his head.
“I’m afraid we can’t help you with those,” he says.
“Let me at least ask Samael a question.”
“Of course.”
“All I’ve done down here is shuffle papers, try not to get killed, and now I’ve completely fucked myself up. When do I get to do the Devil stuff?”
He leans back in his chair.
“This is the Devil stuff.”
“I was afraid of that. I need the rest of your power. Where is it?”
“Exactly where it should be.”
“Don’t riddle me, you bastard. Tell me where it is.”
“East of the sun. West of the moon. Right in front of you. Stop looking. Sit down and you’ll see.”
“I can’t stop. I have to get out of here.”
“Then that’s where it will be,” says Muninn.
“Fuck you. Fuck you both.”