It was past midnight in São Paulo.
My favorite anime song broke the silence in my bedroom and interrupted my sleep.
Without asking permission, the strident phone ring forced me to move in the bed. It woke me up, while I was enjoying a pleasant dream. Annoying me, a few hours after I went to bed. Enjoying a deserved rest after a long and boring day at my office.
Usually, when that happens late in the midnight, it means bad news or, with luck, only a mistaken number. Besides my anxiety and grumpy mood, no matter how late in the night, I had to answer that call.
As I will reveal here, that midnight was not one of those lucky wrong number nights.
With darkness engulfing my bedroom like a mantle, the only light inside came from the blue glow of the phone. Bright enough for me to grasp the device without having to grope around on the small stand by the side of my bed.
I rolled my arms to the table to answer the device.
Floating inches above the floor, Voluptia, my partner, didn’t move at all. Her body seemed light, sleeping in the air. She should be looking sexy in her see-through pink lingerie. Yet, the dim light of the phone did not allow me to admire her delicate shapes.
Not even the intense noise coming from the phone was able to disturb her rest.
Still asleep, I felt envious.
For a moment, I thought about the great advantage her succubus powers granted. Besides being able to transform in any kind of sexy and desirable women she wanted to be. She also had to ability to shut herself out from space and time during her rest.
Then, I remembered our past together. All her sacrifices to be with me and their cost for both of us... and I got sorry for her.
Ashamed for thinking like that, after all she’s given up for me.
By the other side, I am an ordinary human being. So, I am not that hard to disturb. Yawning, I ended that melodic harmony, powerful enough to wake me up and answered the call.
I know, I could just ignore it.
Yeah, many people would look at the number, know that it was from an unknown caller and return to sleep. As if nothing had happened. That would be a common behavior.
Yet, my responsibility obliges me to answer the phone no matter how late.
I have a peculiar job.
One complicated to explain to nonbelievers in the occult. Those without real knowledge about good and evil and all its shades.
The best definition for this job is: a detective.
A private investigator. Not the usual type that only gets rich by following cheating husbands and wives or go looking for individuals that are missing. I don’t deal with traditional crimes.
My line of investigation is about the things that everyone is afraid:
Things that go bumping in the night; or even during daylight.
I began calling myself “Detective of the Supernatural”. An Italian comic book inspired me when I made that title up. And, the word “Supernatural” explains what I do well enough, in part, because of the famous TV show.
Only, in my case, it is not a show. Is a daily certainty. Those nasty things love to make our reality their playground.
And that is when I come in.
It may sound crazy, for the closed mind, but believe me: those things exist. I have dealt with a lot of them.
I don’t work alone. I share an apartment with my partner. A very luxurious penthouse in the heart of this enormous city of São Paulo. One of the biggest cities of the world. The city that never sleeps.
We live in wealthy: my clients, have money to cover all my expenses and much more. Because I am the only one that they can depend on, when those nasty things are in action, my name became rather famous in the high society.
Did I mention that my partner is a succubus?
It is true, and like every succubus, she is a beauty to die for.
I mean it literally...
You might think, since my partner in life is a succubus living with me, a mortal, one could think she is not dangerous. That she is a good demon, right?
Wrong, couldn’t be more wrong.
It is unfortunate to say; she is dangerous. In fact, mortal dangerous. Voluptia has an inner part of her personality, that when dominant, have only one desire: suck out the sexual energy of any men, that includes me, and satiate her hunger. The result about that, well, she will absorb all the vital force that keeps that male alive, leaving only a shell with a satisfied expression in their face.
I must make a smart remark here: that it is not a bad way to depart from existence. But I want to postpone that as much as I can.
We share a bond since we were younger. Because of this bond, she developed a kinder persona. She also happens be in love with me. Wich is helpful. I can control most of her needs of sexual energy with a charm spell. An amulet I carry with me all the time in my necklace. The amulet provides her with an alternative source of nurture what allows me to seal the violent and insatiable sex driven creature, that we call Grotheske. Bringing out the sweet and kind Voluptia.
Sounds like slavery, but, in reality, she wished to live this way. She despises killing people.
So, we are both well with it.
But, there is a consequence of wearing the amulet: we cannot touch ourselves in any romantic way, or the spell will weaken. If her second persona takes control of her body, she will kill to satisfy her needs. I would die in a very pleasurable way. Even not being their desire to do so. This is her true nature, and she can’t fight it. But she loves to provoke me all the times.
It is hard to say if it is Vol. or Grotheske, trying to break the seal...
What I have to tell here and I want to register in these reports is far more important than that part of my past. I will see if I tell about that in a future time.
Let me come back to my narrative and tell about the call, and all that followed it:
I suspected that something strange happened when I answered, because of the odd time and my line of work. Yet, nothing prepared me to the identity of the caller. It was a call from my past, from someone adored by me. And someone in great despair. Disturbed enough to call me at that late time of the night, without thinking twice.
I touched the button to answer. The caller must have realized that the call was complete and started to talk. It was the voice of a young woman:
“Hello, can I speak to Mr. Roger Soares? It is urgent.”, said the unknown woman’s voice.
“Hello, Detective Roger Soares, speaking, how can I be of service?”
“Oh,” she sounded shy at first, but she realized that I was the one she was after. After a fast recover, she continued:
“Hello again, mister Roger. This is sister Paula speaking, I'm sorry to call so late. The reason of my call is that our venerable Mother Superior, Mother Ana, is in need to speak with you as soon as possible.”
The sound of that name sent me straight to the past. To a time before my adoption by a rich family. When I lived in a foster home with other children with no known parents, or relatives. A Catholic institution ruled by a college of nuns, here in São Paulo. The oldest sister there was Ana. She and several other sisters lived in the orphanage and took care of the kids. To me and them, they were our foster mothers. Sister Ana was a very kind and severe woman when she needed to be. But, with a deep love for all her children and a real dedication to every one of us.
Still, that call made little sense: why an old nun, that must probably be around her seventies wanted to talk with an ex-foster kid, almost ten years after we last spoke? And why so late in the night?
“Mother Ana? Please, do you mean sister Ana of the Saint George home for foster kids?”
“Yes, that is how she said you would recognize her. Well mister Roger, sister Ana is now our Mother Superior, and she wishes to speak with you, right now.”
“But why so late? Is she well?”
“I’m afraid I can’t reveal much by the phone. And to be honest, not even she. We are in a delicate situation. All that I can say in advance is: we have a case for you. A hideous thing happened in our School, and we are so desperate that we decided not wait till the morning to call. A very respectable senior that you helped two years ago, Dr. Rochard gave us your number. I believe you must remember the details of the case in question. He said that if you could not help us, no one else can.“
In fact, I remembered Dr. Rochard and his case. One of my first cases, as a licensed detective.
Solving it, the way I did, gave me enough privilege. Made me the well-known problem-solver, as they call me nowadays.
Yes, the case was very alive in my memory. Like it happened just a day before: a bunch of medics being targeted, by a vengeful Baital: an Arabian vampire. The media got right that it was a case of vengeance. However, there were a lot more about that case. Only I and a few others, like Dr. Rochard knew the truth about the Baital. The doctor was one of the few victims surviving to tell the story.
The voice sounded again, interrupting my thoughts about Dr. Rochard and his case.
“We are in such a hurry. I’m terrified; so is the Mother Superior. She will talk to you about what is happening here. I must add: this is not a social call at all, mister Roger.”
“Well put her in,” those words made me curious, also anxious about the old nun. I felt a tight grip against my heart. Even being so distant from each other because of the traps of time I still cared about her.
And, there was one thing that would never change. I assured sister Paula right away:
“I am always ready to help one of my mothers from the orphanage, especially sister Ana, no matter what it is. She has my total support.”
“I am sure that she knows it. I will pass the phone to her now. Just a second, please”.
A low and tired voice came out from the cellphone:
“Roger, my beautiful kid, is that really you? Please speak loud. My hearing is not like it used to be.”
“Yes mother, it is me, how are you?” I said as I raised my voice for her to hear. Still dazzled by hearing her voice after so long “I’m sorry that we lost contact for so long, a lot of things hap-”
“There is no time for that now, my son,” she said in a worried tone. Cutting me in the middle of my sentence.
“I need you to come here and as fast as you can. As sister Paula must have said, time is of the essence. We have a terrible thing happening here. And It seems to be things that only you can deal with. To my surprise, God choose one of my own kids to help me in this time of probation. So, please, my son, for the love of the Lord, drop everything that you are doing right now. Come here as fast as you can.”
The way she spoke made me worry more.
“Mother, are you well? I can feel...”
She cut me again:
“Son, we need your services. And we don’t know anyone else to ask for help, in these times of need. My son, the Devil seems at work here, in this sacred place. Very close to the house of God.”
She was very desperate. I sensed that she was almost crying, that made me feel the grip inside my heart tighten.
She needed me.
“Sister Paula is sending you the location to your phone, I am afraid I understand too little about those things. We are not in the old orphanage, anymore. Hurry please, we will take care of any expenses. I can't say much over the phone. And I will explain everything to you when you arrive here. However, my son, this is a grave and shameful situation. I need you to promise me full professional discretion about everything that happens here. We are waiting for you before we contact any authorities. The clergy and the police are unaware of the events so far. Yet, we will need to report to them soon. I don’t know how to proceed, that is why I need you here as fast as you can. Before the details about this horrible thing are leaked.”
I assured her I would reveal nothing about what was happening and that I would go there right away. She sounded relieved. I could feel that she had an absolute trust in me.
My mind tried to understand what was happening. What could be so urgent to make an old woman like her, forget about the time and call me, not only as an ex-foster kid, but as an investigator of the supernatural? And in such a hurry? According to what she said, that was the Devil’s work. Well, in my line of work there are many kinds of Devils. And a big deal of them hideous and violent. That made me feel a mix of anger and preoccupation.
I repeated to myself “If any of those things were menacing someone so important to me, not only would I investigate and deal with it, fast, but if any of them hurt her, I would make the culprits wish they never messed with her.”
Sister Paula’s voice broke my thoughts:
“I am sending you the coordinates, we expect to see you soon. Sorry again about the time of the night. We are not thinking right because of this. God bless you, mister Roger, and grant you a safe trip.”
Then she hung the phone up.
I gave a look to the location that she sent to my GPS application. That made me realize why she was so secretive about what was happening. This case happened in a place farther that I thought. One that was, private, well guarded and difficult to access.
It was time to get ready for the trip. I used my mental link to reach out Voluptia in her subconscious state.
“Dear, I need you to wake up. We need to go to the airport right away. We are being expected,” I told her while I looked at two noncommercial plane tickets that appeared in the visor of my phone.
I didn’t like to see them. That was a proof that they knew about her. I wondered what else Mr. Rochard taught about my partner.
“Honey, we have a brand-new case. And I have the feeling that this one won’t be an easy one...”
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