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The Lovecraft Affair |
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It was easy to sound brave to the point of arrogance -he had done it many
times on many missions...it didn't mean, however, that he was without fear.
Napoleon took his leave of the strange house and his even stranger host
(hosts?), heading for the car that had been pointed out for him. ("For your
use,") he had been told. ("To be kept or not, destroyed or not -none of that
matters. Only the defeat of our ancient enemy matters.")
And Illya, Napoleon added silently. *Illya* was important. The agent's hand
trembled as he inserted the key into the sleek black vehicle's ignition and
the engine rumbled to life. *Calm* -he had to be calm, he ordered himself.
But, again, it wasn't easy. He had long ago eschewed the tales his Nana had
told him of wicked spirits that would gobble a boy up if he strayed -only to
find that wickedness -evil- was real. Not a concept, but a force...an enemy.
An enemy that had his partner in its clutches. God... He wished he had
listened to his partner's insight (inner sight?) instead of poo-pooing it.
Now, he was going up against -what? What was Cthulu? A demon? *The*
demon...the Devil? And what weapons did he have, but a half-remembered faith
he had ignored for years, a ghostly familiar whose powers he wasn't entirely
certain he knew how to use...and the gradual acceptance that he was willing
to do anything to spare Illya's life and soul. Even the admission of the
love he had for the slight blond and had hidden within himself for so long.
A bitter wind began to blow, whipping bits of branches and drying leaves
against the car's windshield as Nature herself was trying to dissuade him
from this foolhardy mission. Napoleon cracked a sardonic grin -maybe she
was. Or it could have been interference from the Enemy. He could
feel...something -the spirits were out in full tonight, both malign and
benevolent. Walpurgis Nacht -Illya had told him about the legend of a night
when the spirital world was unleashed and skewed. Could it have been a
coincidence that the followers of Cthulu had chosen this of all nights to
work their evil?
He doubted it.
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