Dream So Dark: Book 2, Dream Maker Series (Dream Makers Series) Read online

  Darla rolled her eyes and waved her off. “You know what I mean. Does he get your tail twitching and your hooves prancing?”

  “And this is why we’ve never talked about boys,” Serenity said, making a motion with her finger between them.

  Darla grinned at her. “But you like him?”

  Despite the chill that continued to cling to Serenity, she smiled back at her aunt. “Yes. I really like him.”

  Chapter Five

  Dreaming you are in a room full of mirrors without your own reflection means it’s time to examine the sincerity of your words and actions. Or it’s time to stop reading books about vampires, sparkly or otherwise.

  “If human beings could see beyond the veil between the heavenly realm and their own, they would shake in fear and beg the Creator that they so adamantly rejected to protect them. But because they can’t see the evil that so urgently stalks them, they rely on their own strength and wisdom to guide their steps. So many try to make it on their own, and their efforts always end in disaster. One would think they might wake up and see the error of their ways. But then, there is a reason the Creator compares his children to sheep.” ~Raphael

  Dair stood at the back of the classroom watching alongside Raphael as the female teacher explained the week’s assignments to the children. It was Emma’s second day at her new school and, from what Raphael had said, the night at Mr. Jones’ home had been uneventful, which was just another way of saying that the old man passed out after drinking himself into oblivion. But as long as he didn’t lay a drunk, or sober for that matter, finger on Emma, he could drink and pass out all he wanted to.

  “She’s good,” Dair said quietly, regardless of the fact that the children couldn’t hear him. He didn’t want to feel like he was attempting to talk over their teacher.

  “There is light in her,” Raphael agreed. “And it’s not her own. She’s not just a moral person. It’s a light that comes from the Creator.”

  “What has you so worried then, my old friend?” Dair asked.

  “The principal,” Raphael bit out. “He’s going to be a problem.”

  “What’s wrong with him?”

  “He’s possessed. The demon inside could see me,” he explained.

  “Did you warn Emma? Have you confronted it?” Dair asked.

  Raphael gave a single shake of his head. “I only told her there was something not right about him. I didn’t want to overly alarm her. I haven’t confronted it because I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

  “I’m here now, go see what you can find out,” Dair said as his eyes found Emma. She sat straight up with her eyes focused on the teacher.

  The angel disappeared from the room, leaving Dair to hear about an upcoming field trip to the state capital.

  Raphael stood outside of Principal Flannigan’s office, listening to the man speak on the phone. He sounded like a normal human being, but Raphael could see beyond the flesh and sense the evil within. He waited until he heard Flannigan hang up the phone before reappearing in his office.

  “I wondered how long it would take you to come see me, soldier.” The demon’s voice came out of Mr. Flannigan’s mouth.

  Raphael hadn’t been a soldier in a long time. He was currently considered a messenger of the Creator, but he didn’t bother correcting the demon. Messenger, soldier, it mattered not. He was equipped to fight evil regardless of his title. He met the eyes of the man and simply stared at him. The principal squirmed under his scrutiny. “What purpose do you have at an elementary school?” Raphael finally asked. “Most of these children are still too young to be of use to your master.”

  “Damaged children do not go on to care about a Creator who left them to be abused,” the demon snarled. “Damaged children hate, and that hate festers and grows. Or they simply wither away. Regardless, neither are a threat to my master’s plans.”

  Raphael felt the depravity flowing off of Mr. Flannigan and wondered how any of his employees could stand to be near him. He said nothing, merely staring the demon down.

  “I do not hear you defending your master,” it hissed.

  “He does not require my defense. And your lies are not worth the time it would take to address them. I will ask you again, what purpose do you have here and what is your name?” He added the last part so that he could gain some measure of power over the creature. He could share the name with Emma and then she too would have that as a weapon.

  Mr. Flannigan glared back at him, his eyes practically glowing with the fires of hell. He didn’t want to give his name, but there were some commands a demon simply could not disobey: a direct request for one’s name by a heavenly being couldn’t be ignored.

  “I am called Dantalion.” Flannigan’s mouth moved awkwardly as he spoke the demon language.

  Raphael couldn’t feel the human sensation of nausea, but the demon’s response would have made him queasy if it were possible. Dantalion was a demon that targeted children, seeking to enslave them. He often used those in direct contact with young ones, knowing how trusting innocent minds were, and how easily an adult in a position of authority could gain influence in their lives. The vile things that demon could unleash with a willing and easily influenced follower was horrifying.

  “I have not taken the human’s free will.” The demon hurried on. “Every suggestion I make he follows willingly. He practically invited me into himself. I am not breaking any rules.”

  Unfortunately, the demon was telling the truth. He was not doing anything he did not have the authority to do. Humans had free will. They had the blessing and curse of choice. And as long as the demon wasn’t taking the human’s free will, there was nothing Raphael could do to thwart the creature.

  “You should get used to my presence,” the angel warned. “I will be watching you closely.”

  “Do you think you’re the first solider to come through this school?” Flannigan asked. “We have your kind here already, though, I admit, perhaps few of your rank. Regardless, I am not afraid of you.”

  “You should be,” Raphael said simply. “Your defeat is already assured.” He held the demon’s gaze until the creature finally dropped his eyes, unable to continue to face the light that lived inside of the angel.

  Raphael left the office in search of his comrades that Dantalion had spoken of. They wouldn’t be hard to find. Angels could sense their own kind when needed. But they rarely reached out to each another, despite oftentimes being in the same vicinity. Their purpose was not to build relationships with one another. They were formed to serve the Creator, whether that meant delivering messages, protecting the created, or fighting Lucifer and his minions.

  He came across the first angel in a classroom filled with children that were younger than Emma. Each of them was wearing a smock and standing at a small easel holding a large sheet of white paper. The woman teaching was standing at the white board at the front of the class drawing a bright picture.

  “First,” the woman said as she drew a sun, “I want you to draw something that makes you happy. Next, I want you to draw something that makes you sad.” She drew a snowman melting. Raphael thought it interesting that the sun made the woman happy, yet it was also the very thing that caused the melting snowman, which made her sad. It seemed to be a universal truth for humans that the very things that often brought them joy, in turn, also brought them great sorrow.

  “Have you come to learn how to make pictures out of your emotions, brother?” a deep voice asked from behind him.

  Raphael turned. He smiled at the angel whom he had not seen in a very long time. “I hear it is a good way to deal with stress,” he replied.

  “I do not believe any amount of drawing therapy, or any therapy for that matter, could help us deal with the stress we face.”

  Raphael nodded. “True. How are you, Simeon?”

  “Still fighting,” the angel said with a weary smile.

  To Raphael, his eyes seemed dimmer than the last time they’d met, and his shoulders drooped as tho
ugh the weight of all the sorrow in the school was cast on his shoulders. “How many of us are here?” Raphael asked.

  “In the school, there are twenty-four,” he answered. “I am not sure exactly how many are in the town.”

  “Is there an overseer?” Raphael asked.

  “Michael,” Simeon told him.

  Raphael’s brow rose. “Michael?” This was interesting news. Michael was an Archangel—the highest order of celestial beings. He was a general in angel army and one of the leaders in the battle of the great fall. For him to be the overseer of Pine Bluff, a town that was quite small in the grand scheme of things, meant something significant was at hand.

  Simeon crossed his arms over his broad chest and glanced out over the children who were drawing their own pictures in response to the teacher’s prompting. “It wasn’t always him,” he admitted. “He was appointed just two decades ago. Before him it was Jemesh, but then something shifted. There was an influx in the number of demons that gathered here. Violence rose to an all-time high and with it the number of children being murdered or injured. And now it has shifted again. Children are going missing.”

  Raphael was sickened by the thought of innocent children being hurt at the hands of perverse adults under the influence of a demon. It angered him that humans, the very beings the Creator fashioned, could be so cruel and uncaring of their young. It made no sense to him. So many of them screamed so loudly and so hollowly about injustice. What about justice for the little ones so dependent upon adults for their welfare?

  “How many missing, and how long have you been assigned here?”

  Simeon let out a sigh. “In the past six months, twelve kids. Ages 8-17, male and female. And I’ve been here long enough to wonder if there is any hope for this place.” He glanced at Raphael. “What has brought you?”

  “I have a charge who is here for the time being,” he explained. “She was visited by Brudair.”

  The other angel’s brow rose. “She is of great importance.”

  Raphael nodded. “Already one human was willing to sacrifice herself for the girl. She took a bullet for the child.”

  “And she is your only human?”

  “Yes.”

  They both were quiet for a bit as they watched the children attempt to draw things that made them laugh. Raphael tried to figure some of them out, but they all just looked like squiggly lines and circles.

  “What do you know of the principal?” Raphael asked.

  “He is vile. Even before the demon processed him, he was a cruel, disgusting human being. But now, most of the staff can’t even stand to be near him. I keep thinking that he is probably involved with the disappearances, but if he is, he’s very good at covering his tracks.” Simeon’s face grew hard as he spoke, his eyes nearly glowing in their intensity.

  “Why has he been allowed to remain in his position as principal?”

  “Nobody has been able to prove that he is doing anything illegal or that violates school policy. I’ve only ever seen him gawking at some of the female teachers and leering at the students. So far, he hasn’t physically touched any of them, that I know of.”

  “Any other demons I need to be aware of?”

  Simeon huffed out a laugh that was anything but humorous. “Too many to name. Keep your eyes and ears open and your charge protected at all times.”

  “Of course, you too, brother. Call if you need me,” said Raphael as he disappeared, rejoining Dair back in Emma’s classroom.

  “What did you find out?” Dair asked, keeping his eyes on the classroom full of students.

  Raphael explained what he’d learned about Principal Flannigan, missing children, and the demons and angels present. He didn’t hide his worry from his longtime friend. Regardless of his status as an angel, Raphael still only possessed so much power and was required to follow certain rules.

  “So, basically, Emma has been dropped into a cesspool of demon activity?”

  “It looks that way, unfortunately,” Raphael huffed. He glanced at Dair and noticed the worry in his eyes and the tightness around his mouth. “How is your female?”

  Dair’s eyes darkened and began to swirl with emotion. “Having nightmares.”

  The angel’s brow rose. “The mate of the Sandman is having nightmares?”

  “Don’t think that the irony is lost on me.” Dair grumbled. “I’m going to figure out who or what is causing it.”

  “And what happens when you do?”

  “I’m going to cast them back to the pit where they belong.”

  “No offense, brother, but you’ve never killed anyone, nor cast a demon to hell,” Raphael pointed out. “Are you sure you should be making threats like that?”

  Dair shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything. Isn’t that what the humans say?”

  “I don’t know.” Raphael shrugged. “Humans say a lot of things that seem ridiculously obvious or purposely obtuse. Who can keep up with their lingo,” he said. “What is your plan?”

  “I’m going to follow a trail of nightmares,” Dair said. Even as he said it, he dreaded where that trail would lead. “If someone comes under a demonic attack during sleep, I can find the demons responsible. It may not be my job to deal with them, but I can see them. I will seek these demons out and see if I can gain any helpful knowledge.”

  “Do you think it wise? To draw attention to yourself that way. You know that the enemy will find out you are poking around,” Raphael pointed out.

  “It is a risk I have to take in order to find out what is happening to Serenity.” Dair’s heart was heavy, and the worry he felt for his love was beginning to eat away at him. He had to keep her safe. Whatever the cost, he must ensure that Sarah Serenity Tillman remained alive and well, with him, where she belonged.

  “Be careful, comrade,” the angel told him, and held out his hand.

  Dair wrapped his hand around Raphael’s forearm, just as the angel did to his. “You as well,” he told him. When he released his friend, Dair slipped from the classroom and let his will pull him to the other side of the planet, where night was reigning. When he reappeared, he was in a remote village. He stood outside of a small hut-like home, and the sulfuric fumes wafting from the place nearly gagged him. Whoever was sleeping inside of that hut was so wrapped up in evil that the demons had literally taken up residency. It was sad, but it was also exactly what he needed in order to attempt to gain the information that could help him. He willed himself inside of the house and followed the scent of evil and heavy oppression into a small room where a single mattress lay on the floor. As soon as Dair stepped into the room, the man lying on the mattress sat up, his eyes snapped open, and yellow, cat-like orbs stared back at him.

  “You are not welcome here, Brudair, loyal pet of the Creator,” the demon hissed out of the man’s mouth.

  “Unlike you, I do not have to be invited in,” Dair said coolly. “Give me your name, old one.”

  “I am many,” he answered.

  “Your. Name.” Dair drew on the light that was imbued inside of him by the Creator and let it seep into the area around him. Though darkness was his domain, it did not change the fact that he was made from the light of goodness. He was not born of evil and, therefore, could call on that light when he needed it. He could see the pain that the demon was feeling as the heavenly light touched him.

  “You know me well, Brudair,” the demon mocked. “I am Epiales.

  Dair’s heart jumped into his throat. He recognized the name all too well. Epiales was Dair’s exact opposite—the high demon of nightmares. He was charged by his master to twist dreams into terrible nightmares in order to influence the destiny of humans. But where the Creator used Dair to set humans on the path of goodness, Epiales was commanded to lure humans into the service of darkness.

  “You’ve changed since I saw you last,” Dair said, as he remembered his previous encounter with the high demon of nightmares. The fiend was much more powerful.

  “Many things have changed
since we met last, Sandman.” The name was spat at him as if it left a bad taste in the demon’s mouth, which Dair thought was ironic, considering his breath reeked of sulfur and noxious fumes brought from the pits of hell.

  Dair stepped further into the room. “Yes, much has changed. But then, there are still some things that are the same. I command you, Epiales to tell me everything you know about the human female, Sarah Serenity Tillman. Speak or I will cast you back to hell, and I’m sure your master will not be pleased by your return.”

  The demon stared at Dair. The eyes that peered out of the man’s face were otherworldly and full of hatred. They seemed to be weighing Dair’s words, attempting to determine if the Sandman was telling the truth. It wasn’t sure if Dair had the ability to cast him back, but he apparently decided not to try and find out.

  “My master has many plansss,” he hissed. “Your human mate isss just another obstacle in hisss way, and he does not tolerate obstacles. Ssshe will be dealt with. We have broken no rules. Ssshe maintains her free will.”

  “That may be,” Dair admitted. “But why torment her? How can she possibly be an obstacle? He’s never been interested in her before. What has changed?”

  “She protected the child.” He snarled. “The child wasss not to live. She must die. She cannot be allowed to fulfill her purpossse. The master will do anything to destroy her. He will begin to break rules if he mussst.” The demon’s mouth slammed shut, and Dair could tell the demon realized he’d said too much.

  Dair felt his anger rising. “You tell your master that he is being watched, and as soon as he begins breaking rules, the wrath of the Creator will reign down on him and his minions. Your master’s power is only allowed to reach so far in this domain. Whatever he might tell you, he is not equal to the Creator. And tell him to leave Serenity alone or I will begin sending his minions back to him one at a time. If you think my mate is an obstacle, then you have no idea of the obstruction I can be.”