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Chapter 6

"Hey, Jerk-Arthur, you home? Is dinner ready?" a boy called out as he entered Arthur's house. Arthur was currently in his study, attempting to figure out how he was supposed to defeat this demon. He knew his brother's way, but that way generally ended with the possessed person also killed. Arthur disliked to think of himself as a killer, and if such a thing did happen under his watch it would not look good for his current employer. He could try an exorcism first, but once free of the body the demonic powers would be even stronger. In either case, without a name he could not be certain that he could keep the demon from returning.

"Hey, I didn't know you doodled. What's that supposed to be anyways," the boy asked as he entered the study and stared at the papers in front of Arthur.

"I thought I locked the front door. Did you steal a key again?" Arthur asked without even looking at the boy.

"So what, you don't need two keys for one door anyways. Now I'm hungry so make dinner already!" the boy whined.

"Arthur, do I even want to know what is going on with this lad?" Alastair asked as he walked into the study's doorway to see the other two. He was in the kitchen when he heard the door open, and curious he followed the noise to find a little boy.

"Alastair, this is Peter. He's a street kid that I suppose you could say I keep an eye on. Peter, this is my brother Alastair. He recently came to visit so be polite and try to stay out of his way," Arthur answered dryly.

"Ye know, usually when people talk about taking anything from the street they're talking about furniture or a cat or dog, not a human," Alastair commented.

"Someone has to do the job. Besides, he can come in handy from time to time," Arthur shrugged.

"So hey, Alastair-person, can you cook? It doesn't look like he's going to move anytime soon," Peter asked.

"Aye, the runt has always had a problem with work. Especially when he gets stuck like he currently is. I just started dinner so the two of us should be able to eat soon. In the meantime why don't ye tell me more about how ye have been 'handy' to him," Alastair answered. With this he and Peter left for the kitchen to talk with Arthur too enwrapped in his work to even notice.

Like most nights in recent years, the harbor was shrouded in a fog which failed to go past the harbor property. Security had grown even more lax than before, mainly due to most of the workers assuming that the ghost Emil would look after his own house and surrounding area. For the most part, this was true, which was why that evening Emil walked around the harbor alone. Part of him wished that at least one of them would have stayed to keep him company, but at the same time if what his friend Gilbert then his brother told him was true then he would not want the distraction.

"This is so boring! Honestly, you would think that there would at least be a few thrill seekers since people now believe that a ghost is protecting this place," Emil complained only to then sit on the ground and stare at the sea.

"Still can't float like other awesome ghosts you know," a voice laughed out at him. Emil recognized the voice, and turned around to see another ghost with red eyes stare at him.

"Gilbert! What are you doing here? I thought you went to hell to lie low?" Emil asked. He was happy to see someone to talk to, but also annoyed to have the other remind him of something he could not do.

"Nah, the awesome me is not about to run and hide in that unawesome place. That's what I told you to do, not that I was going to do, remember? And since you are not there I guess you have a plan for fighting this thing?" Gilbert answered then asked.

"Have you forgotten that I can control the weather here? Even if this guy does come and it does look like I'll get caught or whatever I can just change the weather and run off," Emil answered assuredly. Gilbert, however, did not look so sure.

"Emil, you do realize that demons are different than humans, right? Even when they are possessing a human they are different and have different abilities. You may need more than just fog to get away if you fail," Gilbert replied in a serious tone.

"Whatever, if this guy is going to come I wish he would already," Emil scoffed as he got off the floor and stared close to the water.

Gilbert was about to comment when several floodlights cut through the fog and landed on the both of them. They then heard one person walk closer to them followed by a voice say, "I came tonight to banish one ghost from my future city, and it looks like I found a free one.

The man who controlled the voice was tall, taller than anyone Emil knew, and was dressed in a long coat and scarf. The man smiled at them as if he was a predator and them a prey. Worse was the dark aura which resonated from the man. Subconsciously, Emil took a step back until he was on the edge of the harbor.

"Ghost called Emil, you are charged with the murder of five people and the attempted murder of a sixth. Because of this we are going to arrest you and take you to the station," an official-looking police officer stated through a speaker-phone.

"No you're not," Emil answered matter-of-factly.

"Yes…we are," the police officer reassured slightly.

"And how are you going to get me there?" Emil asked.

"In this van," an officer answered as he slapped a police van.

"And how will you stop me from simply phasing through the van before you leave?"

"…If you try anything the people behind us will see you and stop you," another answered.

"How? If you shoot me with those guns the bullets will just go right through me and hurt the van and other objects."

The police officers paused at this only to be relieved when the tall man replied, "Do not worry comrades, I have added something special to your bullets to let them hurt this pesky ghost."

Emil looked annoyed at the idea of something physically hurting him and wondered more who this person was. Gilbert could say all he wanted that their opponent was a demon, but that did not explain what exactly a demon could do.

"Okay, and how are you supposed to keep in this this station once we get there? If I leave the harbor for too long I'll simply return to hell then come back here once things calm down. And what about proof that I did anything wrong? Can you prove that I did all of those things?"

What the man said next caused several of the officers to pause and consider their next move. What he said was, "I'm afraid to inform you, little ghost, that when you return to hell you will not come back. I told these men that they were here to arrest you, but in all honesty there will be no further trial and this will be the execution."

With this said, a woman moved from behind the man and charged at Emil, an ancient, iron dagger in each hand. Upon seeing the woman, Emil called up a thicker fog and hopped off the harbor onto the water. From there he walked few more paces until he was sure she could not reach him.

Emil was sure that no one saw where he went, only to then give out a shriek when he heard someone next to him comment, "Well, this is going pretty unawesome. If it was just the police officers you would have been fine but between that demon and his knife-happy lackey this could get ugly."

"Can he really send me back to hell forever?" Emil asked in a lower voice.

"…Ya, between the demon and the host's natural willpower he could send you back for a very long time. Not even your brother would be able to bring you back," Gilbert answered truthfully.

"Then we need to do something, before that happens," Emil replied only to then think over the events of that day. His undead life was on the line and he did not even know what to do to save it. He was pulled out of these thoughts by the sudden screams of pain from the police officers followed by the laughter of someone very happy and full of bloodlust.

And a cliff-hanger (hopefully I will be able to write more soon)

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