Blood Drops pt. 3

"I thought you said it was cold," LaTrell stated upon viewing the apartment.

"It was," Lionel took a seat at a stool in the kitchen.

"These are scorch marks on the floor."

The apartment was a mess. Everything was blown back from the center of the room to the walls. A circular pattern burned into the floorboards. Something powerful had been here for sure. It didn't provide any clues to what kind of demon had been summoned or how. It just confirmed what LaTrell had already known. He didn't want to believe it, but with the evidence right in front of him, he couldn't deny it.

"There's nothing here to use. I can't seem to find any traces of the demon you met," LaTrell continued to frantically search the apartment.

"Wait one minute," Lionel vanishes from his seat. "Let's watch the news," he turns on the TV.

"Breaking news, at a protest in Rio De Jeneiro, Brazil, the statue of Christ The Redeemer began weeping blood. Soon police officers began to spontaneously combust one at a time. Be warned, the following footage is graphic," the news reporter brought LaTrell up to speed.

"Did you do that," LaTrell asked.

"Yeah, I did it. There's a lot of Black Latinx people. They face the same racism we do. I had to send a message to them as well," Lionel returned to his seat in the kitchen.

"Why? I thought we were going to get your soul back? I'm trying to figure it out and you're just off making murder runs."

"Did you ever think, I'm okay with this deal," Lionel asks bluntly.


"I'm okay with this. I'll burn in Hell when I die, so what. We aren't living in hell now? At least I know our people will be fine when I'm done," Lionel finally expresses his true thoughts.

"You like history right? Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Haven't you heard that before," LaTrell pleads with his friend, eye to eye now.

"Yeah, but that was written for white men,"Lionel jokes. LaTrell can't help but smile.

"I guess you still have a few jokes after all," LaTrell smiles at his old friend. "You know I can't let you do this right?"

"I don't expect you to. I'd offer to let you help. But, you've always been a little too soft for that. I remember the other kids used to pick on you. But I always had your back."

"Yeah, thanks for that."

LaTrell dived to the ground and fired off a blast form his wand. Lionel didn't move to avoid the blast. A magical force field protected him from the blast. He looked more upset than anything about what had just happened. LaTrell realized in that moment, he had nothing that could stop Lionel. He made a run for the door but it was too late.

One of the large windows in the apartment was blasted out. LaTrell floated in the air, he fought, knowing what was coming. Slowly he drifted out of the window. He didn't beg for his life, he knew his time was coming to an end. Not a single spell he knew would let him fly.

"I love you," LaTrell screamed out as he hung over the city.

"I loved you too."

"I wanted us to spend forever together," LaTrell screamed over the sounds of traffic.

"Me too," Lionel let him drop, not able to hear anymore.

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