A Terrible Fall of Angels (Zaniel Havelock #1)(17)

My hearing was back enough for me to hear Charleston say, “We heard the gunshots. What happened?”

I started to explain, but Paulson and one of the nurses came out with Gonzales on a gurney. He was hooked up to two different IVs and they were moving fast, probably to surgery. The metaphysical floor had a complete operating theater, so if anything went really pear-shaped the hospital could still operate on the rest of the patients with a little less magic in them.

I wanted to ask if he would make it, but the way they were running, they didn’t know yet and doctors won’t lie about that, so I didn’t ask.

“Is that the hostage?” Charleston asked.

I nodded.

“Jesus, that’s Gonzales,” one of the male security guards said.

“Is he going to be all right?” the female security guard asked.

“Did you say there was a demon?” one of the uniformed officers asked.

“It was a possession, not a full manifestation,” I said. I glanced into the room to find Nurse Prescott kneeling beside the body that I’d shot. It was one of the bravest things I’d seen in a long time, her staying in the room where she’d been so terrified.

“What does that mean?”

Charleston looked at him. “Miller, is it? If you don’t know the difference between a possession and a manifestation, then you shouldn’t be up on this floor.”

“We just answered the call for backup, Lieutenant Charleston. Neither of us has ever worked metaphysical detail,” Miller’s partner said, coming to his rescue.

“Possession is a human being ridden by a demon; manifestation is a demon appearing in full corporeal form.”

“Corporeal?” Miller asked.

“It means body,” his partner said.

Prescott looked up as if she felt me looking at her. I smiled and gave her a little salute. She smiled back and nodded. More nurses or orderlies, and a new doctor wheeled a second gurney through the door. One of them hesitated at the wards as if he was more sensitive to them.

“I didn’t think demons could do that, appear on the earthly plane in their actual form,” Miller said.

“Can I take these damn things down?” the orderly asked.

There were nods. Nurse Prescott said, “They trapped the demon just like they were supposed to.” But she stood up and touched the ward; it seemed fitting that she was the one that deactivated them.

Charleston said, “It’s incredibly rare for a demon to have physical form on this plane.”

I added, “They can appear for a few minutes in their true form, but most human imaginations can’t bear the sight of them and will change it from their original form, even if they manage to manifest.”

“What do you mean?” the first security guard asked.

They had the body on the gurney now. Prescott stood near the ward panel, letting them cover what was left of Mark Cookson. The demon was back in Hell safe and sound. He’d left the kid to die, like a rat fleeing a sinking ship.

“Infernals take on the appearances of the human imagination nearest them,” Charleston said.

“What?” Miller asked.

“What he said,” the female security guard said.

“It means they look like what the nearest human thinks they should look like, but they won’t appear in their true Hellish form, not here on Earth, except maybe for a second, then it changes,” I said. I didn’t add that a second could be enough for insanity or death for the human seeing it, but our minds protected us from so much, including demons. If a person could survive that second, then what they thought changed what they saw; demons used it to appear as our worst nightmares, but even that was usually less soul-destroying than the demon’s original form.

“So, they don’t have horns and tentacles and shit?” the male guard asked.

“Only if you think they do,” I said.

“If you see a demon, think really happy thoughts,” Charleston said.

“So, if we thought they looked like a red-skinned Ryan Gosling, that’s what they’d look like?” the female said.

“Fantasize on your own time, Belinda,” the male guard said.

“It’s possible,” I said.

“I’d rather have Ryan Gosling with horns than tentacles,” Miller said.

We all agreed on that as we watched them wheel the remains down the corridor. They were going in the same direction that they’d taken Gonzales except that no one was running. The dead don’t need to rush, they have the rest of eternity to get where they’re going.

The orderly pushing the gurney acted like he’d been stung. He stepped away from the gurney. The man on the other side said, “A little help here.”

“Didn’t you see it?”

“See what?”

I was already moving toward them when I saw the body bag twitch like a fish that wasn’t as dead as you thought.





CHAPTER TEN




The demon burst out of the body bag like an evil butterfly, because someone in the hallway had thought it should have big black bat wings. It was the wings that saved all the medics around the gurney, because the wings were too big for the hallway. The spikes on the wings caught on the sprinkler heads and got stuck in the drop ceiling. It gave them time to get out of reach of the huge muscular arms, because the body had to be over seven feet tall, muscled like some cartoon superhero. It was still wearing the hospital gown except that now the gown strained across the chest and biceps. It hung down long enough to cover the groin, and I was grateful for that. The long black horns got stuck in the drop ceiling as the demon tried to stand up and free its wings. One of the other humans in the hallway had seen Disney’s Fantasia a few too many times, so that the demon was almost as trapped in the small hallway as it had been inside the wards. It was only a matter of time before the demon figured out how its new body worked. Once it did that, people would die—if not in this hallway, then in another part of the hospital, so we had to stop it here.