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DCI Edgar Sullivan was sat in his living room reading the paper, he would admit to a little thrill a frisson at reading about the resignation list of the Prime Minister, the Lavender List was now public knowledge and the outrage in some quarters was amusing to say the least. Not that his interest had spread further than the tiny cottage he and his partner inhabited, it wouldn’t do to gloat, but he had known what was coming for months, as various business men had turned to the occult to get on that list. What nasty little men they all were.
Edgar stretched, despite the fact he stopped actively aging around 20 years earlier, he still got stiff if he sat in the same position for too long. Nobody ever told you the downside of effective immortality was your body still wanted to age, even if it couldn’t. He looked at his watch, and then the clock on the mantlepiece and wondered where Sid could possibly be, it was the first week in June and still light outside despite the lateness of the hour, but it was unlike Sid to be out without giving him warning. It was definitely unlike him to miss dinner.
Edgar went and put the chickens away, looking down over the meadow towards the tower of St Mary’s he smiled, it was a lovely evening, despite his aching and stiff joints he supposed there were worse ways to spend eternity than living in a pretty cottage in the Cotswolds countryside. The soft sleepy boking of the chickens and the scents of the meadow in summer settling his brain. Handing over his soul to the anti-christ wasn’t as bad as fiction had made it seem. The fact that he held the Anti-Christ’s heart in return was rather nice really. He was smiling to himself when he heard the rev of the ancient BSA bantam coming up the lane, the man himself was home.
“Nice day?” Edgar asked Sid, as he pulled his helmet off, “you were later than I expected, work?” He was surprised when he looked carefully and saw Sid’s eyes were black as pitch as his forehead sprouted horns “ah” Edgar patted his shoulder.
“DO YOU KNOW THE DATE?” Sid asked in a voice from the depth of perdition.
“Is it a Sabbath?” Edgar asked “I don’t have it on the calendar?”
“THE” Sid coughed and shook his head the blue returning to his eyes, and a weariness overtaking, his voice returning to something like normal “6th June, 1976” he shook his head “all day, all day occultists have been summoning me or trying too, its exhausting, Eddie”
“Oh darling” The Policeman patted him “come inside I’ve kept your dinner in the warmer”
“Thanks love but” he shook his head as they went inside, Sid divested himself of his jacket helmet gloves and boots. It was only as he stood Edgar saw the blood.
“What happened?” he asked urgently
“Erm, had a slight issue with some bastards” he shook his head “I bloody hate occultists sometimes”
“Want to talk about it, or want to eat?”
“I’ve eaten,” Sid said quietly, and Edgar looked up at him.
“Oh Sid”
“Kids Ed, they were sacrificing kids” Sid shook his head “anyway do we have any digestive biccies I feel sick”
“Yeah love” Edgar patted him “lets not dwell on tonights dinner hey”
“Love you Ed”
“Love you too”