Chapter Five
5:30pm Thursday, April 24
A while later, the three top Satanists sat together in the Commune. Gabriel and Mandy knew perfectly well, what Val had been doing behind their backs, but did not say anything. They would deal with the traitor in their own way. Currently, the biggest problems the Satanists faced, was the Witches. That could be easily taken care of, after they had delt with Val. Right now, they were all sitting and waiting.
"Mr. Kiernan?"
"Yes, Conchita?"
"Your appointment is here."
"Send him in, Concha." Mandy replied, pulling out the footrest of his recliner.
The appointment was promptly let in. His name was Dylan, and he would be a great asset to Morgead's team. Dylan had long, wavy dishwater blond hair, and wore a fine French suit. His presence was dominating, but no more than the presence of Morgead would be. Gabriel had met him before and arranged it so that Dylan would owe him a lifetime debt. It was amazing what you could do as one of Morgead's top men.
"Please sit down." Val said, gesturing to an empty chair.
Dylan inclined his head graciously, and sat. A servant brought a cup of tea and a plate of finger sandwiches for Dylan to enjoy. He began to devour them as if he had not eaten in a week. He wasn't slobbish, he just appeared to have no manners. Of course, that bothered Them.
"We're glad you were able to come, Mr. Therrian." Mandy said, taking a plate of food a servant offered.
"No problem." Dylan replied with a full mouth.
Surprised at his uncouth manners, Mandy cleared his throat. A little surprised himself, Dylan finished chewing and took a quick gulp of tea, before he was addressed again. Apparently, he didn't realize that it seemed he had forgotten his manners.
"We have a project for you." Gabriel said, unconcerned with Dylan's manners.
"And what would that be?"
"There is a coven of Witches who plan to stand in the way of our mission. We want them eliminated." Mandy murmured.
Dylan put his cup aside. "What is it that you want me to do?"
"Infiltrate their coven. Become the High Priest, if it makes you happy. Just destroy their tools and their records, then destroy them." Gabriel said, smirking.
"Easily done." Dylan commented. "One request, though."
"And that would be?" Mandy questioned.
"I want their tools and records. For my own uses."
"A simple price to pay." Gabriel replied. "What else do you require?"
"A generous stipend. Half up front, the other half when the deed is done."
"It can be arranged." Val replied.
"Shall you be joining us for dinner?" Mandy asked.
Dylan shook his head. "Not this evening, I am afraid. I have other things to attend to."
A servant brought Gabriel a diamond-studded black checkbook. "How much do you require up front?"
"Thirteen."
"Hundred?" Val prompted.
"Thousand." Came the reply.
Val's eyebrows raised, but Mandy murmured, "Morgead will provide."
"Thirteen it is, then." Gabriel agreed, signing the check with a dramatic flourish.
Once Dylan had the check, he rose, thanked them for their generosity, and departed. Val finished his tea and stood up. He was making for the door, but...He wouldn't get there. Mandy and Gabriel were not about to let Val run free. Not after he betrayed them, like he did. Val would pay now.
"Sit down, Valentino. We're not through with you."
Val did as he was told. So the other two knew what had happened the other night at MingNa's. He was surely in for it now. And there was no one to save him. Certainly, after his trechery, Morgead wouldn't want Val anymore.
5:30pm Thursday, April 24
A while later, the three top Satanists sat together in the Commune. Gabriel and Mandy knew perfectly well, what Val had been doing behind their backs, but did not say anything. They would deal with the traitor in their own way. Currently, the biggest problems the Satanists faced, was the Witches. That could be easily taken care of, after they had delt with Val. Right now, they were all sitting and waiting.
"Mr. Kiernan?"
"Yes, Conchita?"
"Your appointment is here."
"Send him in, Concha." Mandy replied, pulling out the footrest of his recliner.
The appointment was promptly let in. His name was Dylan, and he would be a great asset to Morgead's team. Dylan had long, wavy dishwater blond hair, and wore a fine French suit. His presence was dominating, but no more than the presence of Morgead would be. Gabriel had met him before and arranged it so that Dylan would owe him a lifetime debt. It was amazing what you could do as one of Morgead's top men.
"Please sit down." Val said, gesturing to an empty chair.
Dylan inclined his head graciously, and sat. A servant brought a cup of tea and a plate of finger sandwiches for Dylan to enjoy. He began to devour them as if he had not eaten in a week. He wasn't slobbish, he just appeared to have no manners. Of course, that bothered Them.
"We're glad you were able to come, Mr. Therrian." Mandy said, taking a plate of food a servant offered.
"No problem." Dylan replied with a full mouth.
Surprised at his uncouth manners, Mandy cleared his throat. A little surprised himself, Dylan finished chewing and took a quick gulp of tea, before he was addressed again. Apparently, he didn't realize that it seemed he had forgotten his manners.
"We have a project for you." Gabriel said, unconcerned with Dylan's manners.
"And what would that be?"
"There is a coven of Witches who plan to stand in the way of our mission. We want them eliminated." Mandy murmured.
Dylan put his cup aside. "What is it that you want me to do?"
"Infiltrate their coven. Become the High Priest, if it makes you happy. Just destroy their tools and their records, then destroy them." Gabriel said, smirking.
"Easily done." Dylan commented. "One request, though."
"And that would be?" Mandy questioned.
"I want their tools and records. For my own uses."
"A simple price to pay." Gabriel replied. "What else do you require?"
"A generous stipend. Half up front, the other half when the deed is done."
"It can be arranged." Val replied.
"Shall you be joining us for dinner?" Mandy asked.
Dylan shook his head. "Not this evening, I am afraid. I have other things to attend to."
A servant brought Gabriel a diamond-studded black checkbook. "How much do you require up front?"
"Thirteen."
"Hundred?" Val prompted.
"Thousand." Came the reply.
Val's eyebrows raised, but Mandy murmured, "Morgead will provide."
"Thirteen it is, then." Gabriel agreed, signing the check with a dramatic flourish.
Once Dylan had the check, he rose, thanked them for their generosity, and departed. Val finished his tea and stood up. He was making for the door, but...He wouldn't get there. Mandy and Gabriel were not about to let Val run free. Not after he betrayed them, like he did. Val would pay now.
"Sit down, Valentino. We're not through with you."
Val did as he was told. So the other two knew what had happened the other night at MingNa's. He was surely in for it now. And there was no one to save him. Certainly, after his trechery, Morgead wouldn't want Val anymore.