Coffee and Blood: Love Letters Between the Dead - Book 2 - Chapter 1 - Part 1

The FarStar Company, Publishers presents: Jefferson Milton Davis COFFEE AND BLOOD [Love Letters Between the Dead] coffeeandblood.com http Book Two of Five: Part One "A Man must have his women to love without limits, or he dies" Notes from my Grave: Demons took me away. They broke through the barriers that the Hermetics had taught me to build, salt and candles and herbs and oils meant nothing to true demons, no matter how cute and cuddly they seemed to be. I watched as they pushed on the salt ring around the bottom of the oiled candle, spelled with prayers and sigils to hold evil out. I did not know at the time that it was also holding ME out. Tells you a lot about me, doesn't it? And so the good magic of the Hermetics worked, it threw us all out of this world, and through the door onto the nearest bridge. And the bridge took me towards the demon's world. There are LOTS of hells, and theirs was the nearest one. And as I fell (I notice that I fall a lot nowadays) with cuddly little demons swarming all over my body, clutching, tearing, biting, and ripping my skin, my hair, and my eyes, the ghosts formed around us. And they, somehow, frightened the demons away. How a collection of someone's dirty laundry, a bunch of empty bed sheets and used napkins could accomplish that, I had no idea, especially against things made of stone, with teeth like needles. And always, always, always...the red burning eyes. Must a union requirement. So, empty bed sheets, used handkerchiefs, and ...