Bourbon was now back in the temple, sweat was dripping from his head, burn marks had appeared on his back and neck. He swore loudly, not only at being hurt by the priest, but also at being deprived of his victim, he turned to the minor demon standing beside him.
“Be gone foul one until I need you again.” He commanded but the demon didn`t go.
“I too need paying Master.” The demon said expectantly.
“Here take it and then be gone foul one.” Bourbon was exhausted and in pain, but he knew that the servants of hell must always be paid for their labour, for the punishment for reneging on a contract was death at the hands of one of hell`s most terrible lords.
When Bourbon was finally alone, with only the foul stench of hell remaining to keep him company, he looked at the information he had taken from Ryman`s business card, but it was very limited, no he would have to consult the veil of smoke once again, I will make him pay for his sacrilegious intrusion into my world. However, not tonight, for Bourbon too was completely and utterly exhausted, dealing with demons was a bloody business, especially if one wanted to stay ahead of the game. Someone else was also due for a visit from him, but this person would sleep easily for the rest of this night. It wouldn`t be until tomorrow night that the editor of News International was brought to book for his mistake in sending Ryman to look into Bourbon`s affairs.