CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT
“I’ll go,” Jacob said. “Sorry, I thought that was a given. Are you okay with the convenience store?”
He gestured to the 7-11 at the end of the block.
“The Sev is fine,” Jill said. “Just get a bunch because we’re all out.”
“Got it,” Jacob said.
“I can carry this stuff inside,” Jill said.
Jacob clapped his hands and the bags disappeared.
“What? Where…?” Jill asked.
“Inside,” Jacob said. “Dirty laundry downstairs. What can be put away is put away.”
“Oh,” Jill said. “Nice hat trick?”
“I do not want my bride to worry herself over such trivialities,” Jacob said. “I, Knight Jacob, will slay the dragon and get the baby wipes.”
“And be home in time for hockey?” Jill asked.
“I have no idea what Mike is talking about,” Jacob said.
Jill raised her eyebrows.
“I will figure it out when I get back,” Jacob said.
He closed the SUV door and tucked the keys into his pocket.
“When do we pick up Katy?” Jacob asked.
“Five,” Jill said. “While you’re at hockey.”
She turned in place and walked toward the door.
“Do I have no free will?” Jacob asked.
“No,” Jill said, turning around.
Laughing, she went inside the Castle. He grinned at her back and went through the front gate. He walked to the end of the block where he went inside the convenience store.
The clerk turned to look at him when he came in the door. The man had two heads. Well, not two heads exactly. The creature had one transparent head that hung two inches to the creature’s left side and another human looking head.
“Hello, Demon,” Jacob said.
The creature gave Jacob a Halloweenish horrifying smile.
“Hello, Jacob Marlowe,” the demon said. “Come to give me your soul.”
“Nah,” Jacob said. “I just need baby wipes.”
Jacob pointed to where he knew the wipes were usually shelved. Ignoring the demon, Jacob walked to wipes. His hand was on the packages when the demon appeared in all of his terrifying form. The creature stood at least ten feet tall. He had a shell like deep-red skin similar to a lobster or a beetle. His face was human-like with large round eyes in sunken sockets and long pointed teeth. Its hands were huge but human-like. He had two legs that extended to large feet.
“Why are you here, Jacob Marlowe?” the demon asked.
“Baby wipes?” Jacob asked as he slid the entire stack of packages of wipes into his hand.
“On this planet!” the demon’s voice rose in irritation. “Why are you here on this planet?”
“Good question,” Jacob said. “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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