Page 37 of Legion
In her current mood, she wasn’t feeling inclined to ignore that someone thought it acceptable to shadow her.She couldn’t confront them here and now, though.A few humans lived around these parts, and there were plenty of things they shouldn’t see.
What she needed to do was lure her follower to an isolated spot where there’d be no CCTV.And she knew just the place.
She headed for the nearby industrial space that her lair owned.Many of them used the place to store items that had “fallen out of a truck” or to privately engage in other illegal activities, but that was off-topic.
Reaching it, she walked to a spot where no human eyes would be able to see shit.Then she turned, ready to face her tail.“Come out, come out, whoever the hell you are,” she sang.
Someone stepped out of the shadows ...but it wasn’t the PI.Nor were any of the six other people who inched forward to gather near him.All were strangers, but the emblems on their black clothes told themexactlywho she was facing.
Motherfucker.
Did they always travel in groups of seven?Maybe.If she recalled rightly, it was considered a holy number in the Bible.That could have something to do with it.
“Where are they?”the cleric in the center of the group demanded, his piercing eyes flinty, his square jaw hard.Like the others, he appeared freshly shaved, had not one hair on his head, and was armed with a sword that gleamed with magick.
Naomi went for confused.“Excuse me?”
“Our brethren,” he elaborated, impatient.“Where are they?They came for you, and they have since disappeared.”
“Brethren?”she echoed, scrunching her face up, feeling the molten force within her slinking upward in a predatory fashion.
He sneered.“Do not plead ignorance.You must have had something to do with their disappearance, though I fail to understand how.”He looked her up and down in a superior manner.
Well wasn’t he a precious little misogynist.
She shook her head, her skin heating with the power humming just underneath it.That same heat bled outward, upping the temperature.“I have no clue who or what you’re talking about, and I want no part of whatever this is.”
“That is too bad, because we cannot in good conscience allow you to walk away.Not when you will otherwise cause much destruction to this world.Or, more to the point, your future child will.”
Naomi sighed.“Look, Brother John—”
“My name is Adrian.”
“Adrian, whatever.I’ve had something of a shitty evening—”
“And it’s about to get worse.”
Forthem, yes.Because if they weren’t going to walk away, she had no option but to kill them.
Her demon wanted to rise.Take over.Attack.Destroy.
You and I have a deal, she psychically reminded it.
It only huffed in response.
Naomi narrowed her eyes as she swept them over the other clerics.“Who are you?”
“Agents of God,” the one on the far right claimed in a gruff voice.Somewhere in his fifties, he appeared to be the eldest of the bunch.“Our brotherhood has done his work for many, many centuries.”
“Well, it’s not reallyhiswork, is it?He didn’t tell you to do this; you’re acting of your own accord and youclaimit’s the will of God.That’s a little different.”
“Wrong, we are his servants; it is our duty to preserve the greater good,” Gruff Voice piously upheld.
“Is that so?”She flicked a look at his blade.“Where did you all get your swords?”
He frowned.“Why?”
She shrugged.“Just curious.They gleam with a power I don’t think is anything close to pure.Tell me, do they hold the smells of sweat and rot?”
