ut tore the palm of his hand on the frame. His blood dripped onto the floor of the cathedral. This body is alive, he thought. Im alive.
Im alive.
And then he was falling again.
Fifty Five
Table Scraps
He awoke on the floor of Lucifers palace. Someone was standing over him. His eyes fluttered fully open and he recognized a womans face. She was red-eyed and -crying.
A name floated by and he said, "Lulu. " She reached down and pulled the knife from his chest. He groaned.
"Alive?" said one of the Clerks.
"He is surprising," said the head Clerk.
Spyder leaned shakily against the cage that housed the book. Lulu spun on her heels and blasted the Black Clerks with round after round from the four-ten.
"Dont," said Spyder, reaching for her.
Each of Lulus shots hit, but it was like shooting at scarecrows. Each round went through the Clerks, as if there was nothing but straw to absorb the blasts.
The head Clerk snatched the shotgun from Lulus hands and tossed it across the hall. "Your debt is past due. We will collect now. Your heart, I think?" he said.
"Thats not going to happen," said Spyder. He got to his feet and stretched. "Damn. Sometimes dying is like two weeks in Miami. "
"Perhaps your head was hurt in your fall?" said the head Clerk. "We move from Earth to Heaven to Hell. Nowhere is closed to us. We swallow life and spit out crea-tion. And you say we will not take this childs tiny life?"
Spyder went and stood close to the head Clerk, close enough to smell the rot in his borrowed flesh. "I know what you are. You arent gods. You arent even demons. Come o
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