http://slow.writerscafe.org/CatONine The original writings of author Cat O'nine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108664 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 25  Ashmedai laughed for the first timein months, surprised by the straight nature of His servant.  He had picked Auric out of the pit for thisreason, seeing that even in the thick of hopelessness he could see all angles,even the humorous.  The stories h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1031891/ Chapter 24                                     Maceystayed on the balcony as much as she could, as if the open s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1031877/ Chapter 23              The daywent too long, and too tiring for the world to pay attention to detail.  Raum took full advantage of it, and slippedover rooftops and set critical pieces to rot, even taking flame to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1031875/ Chapter 22Ashmedai had just gotten to the opened door of the limo,nodded to Auric and placing His hand on the top of the door when He feltMacey’s betrayal.  A thick strip of bileand venom streaked down His back at the sensation of another inside her.Without realizing it, His hand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1028017/ Chapter 21                                    “So why areyou not wearing the helmet?”  Macey heldit in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1027425/ Ashmedai walked to the far end of the dark hall, the floorto ceiling aquariums glowing with electric blue lights.  The fish scattered at the image of Him on theglass, bumping the far side and flipping near the top.  At the end, the shark tank’s rounded frontlapped into the sitt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1027398/ Chapter 19  Ashmedai felt Macey fall into sleephard and brutal, something too delicious to miss.  He leaned back in the seat and put His feeton the minibar, letting her call His mind to her dream world.  He could do it from anywhere now, the linkwas strong, insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1021085/ Chapter 18  The afternoon was all but gone and the evening plotted to take the sky from the east.  The morning’s playtime had gone far over the three hour agreement, though neither had mentioned the late start.  They just dressed in what was available from the house, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1020410/ Chapter 17              Auric ran the pads of his fingers down the sleek line of the car, glad to see that all the wind, rain and fire had not bothered the Bentley.  It was not his, and easily replaced, but the idea of destr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1020103/ Chapter 6              Edana flipped through the spectrum of the radio again and again, getting more static than stations. The drive was nearly over, but still, it was boring as s**t.  The car wasn’t helping either, it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1020056/ Chapter 16               Edana waited for the return phone call and wrote down the meeting coordinates. She raked her hands through her blond hair and angrily pulled the knots through till she could tie it back.  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1019823/ Macey had found a turtleneck in the duffle bag and had just pulled it over her head.   It was large enough to go to her knees, but it covered the important parts and she fished out the remnants of the sweater from beneath it.  Her hair was so matted with mud and moss she did not bothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1019372/ Chapter 14              Soter rubbed at His face again, having finally gotten around to shaving after nearly six months.  Facial hair was a lot more maintenance than He had anticipated, and the concept of laundry seemed friv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1018431/ Chapter 13              Macey stood quietly for a moment, the last few words so blunt and horrible she could barely contemplate the situation.  Was he offering to rape her?  A sinister voice in the back of her mind latc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1017572/  Chapter 12              Nikedemus saw the blocked number and knew exactly who it was, but answered anyway, steering with his knee while talked with his hands.  “Johan, now look…”  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1016306/  Chapter 40             Brit walked through the doorway to the modest living quarters with his head down. Still having all the reasons in the world to walk out, but now was shamed by those very reasons. All the truths he had conj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015881/ Chapter 39              Brit felt the line of his stitches at his throat again, trying not to scratch the burning itch he had acquired. It was irritating, but a welcome distraction from the distaste in his mouth. Things were goin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015879/ Chapter 38              Brit squeezed the water from his hair, wringing the slick and odorless liquid from his knotted purple locks over shaking fingers. The chill of the air had returned, the depth of the sky slipping into the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015878/ Chapter 37              Theo stood with his hands in his pockets, not sure what else he should be doing with them. He watched the storm gather in silence from the penthouse window, still uneasy about its proximity. It had seemed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015877/ Chapter 36              Ramiel folded his arms across his chest, nestling his fingers in the folds of his jacket for warmth. There weren’t enough candles lit on the altar to increase the temperature to pleasant this eve, a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015875/ Chapter 35             Macey traced the grooves of the ankh with her fingers, not realizing she was doing it. She placed it in the pocket of her coat, though she never ceased to find it in the pocket of whatever she wore, and had pushed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015874/ Chapter 34              Soter scratched at His beard again, smiling to Himself on the little annoyances of the flesh. The snowflakes, so weightless, fluttered through the air and refused to fall, buoyed up by the intensity of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015873/ Chapter 33              Macey had gotten used to sleeping during the day, glimpsing the sun in small golden slivers upon waking, and watching it skid over the rough brick buildings of the city and plummet behind them, slowly soak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015871/ Chapter 32             Ashmedai crushed out His cigarette as the last of the noon patrons left, leaving just the few staff and the orchestra. A sly smile still graced His face, though abated. Faust was good, to be sure, but he should ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015868/ Chapter 31           “Brit is sleeping, I take it?” Ramiel spoke without opening his eyes, knowing the sound of Jophiel’s steps as well as he would his own. He was finding a comfortable groove in the worn couch, and nestled into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015867/ Chapter 30              The ever-expanding lunacy of city life was making it easier and easier to slip through unnoticed, something that had always been a bonus till recently. Johann panned the security cameras back and forth over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015866/ Chapter 29             Father Marcus heard his door opening through the haze of sleep, and for a few moments, the voices of reality blended smoothly into his dreams of catastrophe. It took a few minutes for his mind to delineate the two.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015865/ Chapter 28             Everything had surveillance cameras. It was just a matter of finding the right ones. The police scanner was buzzing, as always, but enough time in this city had left Johann with a good idea when something was amis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015864/ Chapter 27              Macey found the silence more disturbing than restful, and could feel Ashmedai’s eyes on her, but when she would look His way, it was not the case. He was quiet, not distant, but reserved. She chewed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015863/ Chapter 26             “So what do we do in the meantime?” Ramiel asked, lingering a moment in the smell of scalding salt from the pretzel vendor. The season of colored lights and snowplows was getting closer, and the long r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015862/ Chapter 25             The thick of tar stuck in Vincent’s throat, and each time he struggled to the surface, he coughed furiously as it stuck to his lungs. The sheets of it clung to his skin, and he ripped at it with his nails, o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015860/ Chapter 24             “How familiar are you with Revelations?” Jophiel smirked, letting a little condescension enter his tone. He was dangling by a string for an earthbound demon, and took no small pleasure in insulting his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015859/ Chapter 23             Father Marcus stepped off the twin engine plane into the blinding sun. The stark white stones of the private runway reflected its light up and made his eyes water. He wasted no time in finding his one tattered bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015857/  Chapter 22              Ramiel put the headphones on backwards, pressing endless buttons trying to make them work. Confusing little things, but so entertaining. He gave up after a few minutes of static and electronic feed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015855/ Chapter 21             “Are you in trouble for what happened?” Macey rolled over, the lemony light of late morning laying on her skin and casting it flawless. She wrapped the dark sheets tightly around her, and stretched at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015854/ Chapter 20             The machines prevented Detective Lister from forgetting just what she had been a part of, not that she could, but the constant blip was a chorus of accusations. Brit Scott would live, to be sure, but with any luck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015853/ Chapter 19              Macey took another long look in the mirror, not recognizing what she saw as herself anymore. At some point, her image ceased to be her own, and became a symbol of the flesh that housed her. It was solid, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015852/ Chapter 18             The warmth of Ashmedai’s hand brought solace to her skin, to her mind. In His touch, she found her truth, and it was wretched. But it was real. The rolling static of His wrath crowded at her ears, quieting t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015851/  Chapter 17             Ramiel walked through the heavy wooden doors of St. Augusta, the warm air brushing his golden skin in welcome. The prayers still lined the walls hours after the Sunday mass, and brought his dark eyes to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015849/ Chapter 16              Macey pulled the brush through her hair again, staring out the window at the traffic below as the long burgundy strands fell over her shoulders. She had waited all night, first with apprehension and then w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015847/ Chapter 15             “See to it that he gets some medical attention, and drop whatever charges you have on him.  I want him alive, he might yet be useful.” Ashmedai closed the door to the interrogation room behind Him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015846/ Chapter 14              “This is where you tell me that it was an accident.” Soter leaned back, scrubbing at His face. His beard was getting longer by the day, graying around the corners of His mouth as He frowned. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015844/  Chapter 13             Brit shifted again in the chair, not finding any angle comfortable on the slatted steel seat. It had been an hour, at the least, of sitting and waiting for the grand inquisition. Nothing to look at, other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015843/ Chapter 12             As she stepped out of the car, Macey could feel the eyes of the driver on her, carefully hidden behind dark lenses. But she did not need to see them to know they were black and lifeless, the eyes of a reptile that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015842/ Chapter 11             Brit blinked and rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the meager light of the room and remembering his company. He looked over at Ramiel and Jophiel, straining to hear what they were speaking of through the haze of his a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015841/ Chapter 10                       Ramiel followed Brit through the doorway, shuffling the trash under his feet. He watched him walk ahead, moving boxes and crates, searching through discar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015839/ Chapter 9              He never was very good at landing. Perhaps it was just that he had looked forward to the destination a little too much to prepare for the fall; in retrospect, it would have been better to take form after te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015838/ Chapter 8             The cradle of His arms was warm, but while it would chase the cold from her skin, it was wrong. Macey had tried to inch her way towards the edge of the bed, but had not made it far.     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015837/ Chapter 7             Macey pushed against the door harder, watching the nails that held the frame start to loosen and protrude from their holes.            “Come now, I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015836/ Chapter 6              Theodore stroked his full white beard and remembered times long past. His gift for a good story still with him, he leaned back and began to spin his tale for her.       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CatONine/1015834/