The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (fun to read .txt) 📗

the being wasn’t there for me since my men and I had done nothing wrong to anger our lord, so I needed to find that being and surveil him before I made myself known to him. I knew a good place to start looking for Wrath was to follow Brandon Farmer until the man showed back up.

I sent my elders out into the city that morning with specific instructions to locate Brandon, and then immediately inform me when they had. They were not to speak or interact with Brandon in any way, and I warned them of the consequences of what could happen to them if they failed. If Wrath was guarding Brandon, then he’d most assuredly turn his fury on to my elders and end their lives. But there was the off chance that Brandon had been gifted with abilities like I had been, and Wrath was a figment of his imagination to absolve him of any guilt, or to throw police off his scent, at the very least. I was aware of Brandon’s past, and the obvious grudge he had towards the Amaras for the injustice he suffered at their hands—which was mostly his fault. Even a blind person could see he was being played, but not Brandon for some reason. He had blindly followed Ron right off the edge of the cliff.

As I studied the deep and profoundly wise scriptures of Lucifer in the Den of Sacrifice, I received a call from one of my elders. They informed me they’d just seen Brandon have a heated confrontation with a man before going into Joey Abbate’s restaurant, and given Brandon’s well-known disdain for the Amaras, I knew he wasn’t there for the food.

I took a deep breath as I drew upon my power from within me that Lucifer had gifted me with, and within seconds my body had become completely translucent. When I was in that state, I was completely invisible to the naked eye, and to most spiritual beings as well. But the best part of that gift was it allowed me to travel great distances within a matter of seconds at very high rates of speed. I asked Lucifer once how that was possible, and he told me when I became invisible my body was actually vibrating at the same frequency as the spirit realm, which also gave me extraordinary speed at traversing the natural plane of existence.

I took off my ceremonial robe in favor of my street clothes, but I donned a jacket with a hood to conceal my face just in case Wrath discovered me hiding in plain sight. As I focused on Joey’s Kitchen as my destination, my surroundings began to blur around me, and within a matter of moments, I stood in the parking lot across the street from Joey’s Kitchen. I purposefully stood away from the restaurant so I wouldn’t inadvertently give myself away. I thanked my good lord, Lucifer, because I arrived just in time to see Brandon as he came out of the restaurant with his tail between his legs like a scolded dog. I ducked behind a light pole and watched as his friend in red kept a careful eye on him as he got into his car and drove off. Wrath must have concealed his presence well since Brandon walked right by him.

I watched Brandon as he went, and when I turned back to see what Wrath was doing, he still stood in the lot. My heart quickened as Wrath began to look around him, as if he’d picked up a scent of something or someone. As he began to turn my direction, two cars sped into the parking lot, and the men who clearly had guns underneath their suit jackets grabbed his attention. They quickly proceeded inside. Joey must have called in backup after his meeting Brandon, which told me Brandon was a dead man.

Whether he knew it or not was a different story.

Wrath walked down the street in the same direction that Brandon had taken, and I needed to know what had gone on. I crossed the street and entered the restaurant all within the blink of an eye and surveyed the place until I located Joey and his crew in a back room as Joey filled them in.

“Listen up, boys. Brandon Farmer was in here and told me he didn’t kill Ron, but some guy in an expensive red suit did.”

“Since when did Santa become a stone-cold killer? We all know it was Brandon who killed Ron,” one of the men said and they all laughed.

Joey raised his hands and quieted everyone. “That’s enough, boys. I’m pretty sure it was him who killed Ron, but on the off chance that he didn’t, we need to be prepared for whoever this guy is. We still need to be ready if it is him and he decides to come back in here to make good on his previous threats.”

“What’s the matter, boss? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a civilian,” the same guy joked as the others laughed a little harder at Joey’s expense. I knew that guy was in for a world of hurt, because Joey never allowed anyone to make him the butt of a joke and get away with it.

Joey smiled really big as he walked to the guy who made the joke from where he sat and laughed.

“That’s funny?” Joey asked.

“You see everyone laughing, don’t you?” the wise guy cracked again.

“Yeah, I see that, now stand up,” Joey said still smiling.

“Come on, Joey, I was just messing around.”

“I know you were, but I said stand up.”

I and everyone else knew what that meant, and as the man slowly stood, Joey socked him right in the mouth. The man stumbled back as Joey repeatedly punched him in the face and kicked him multiple times when he landed on the floor while everyone looked away for a moment.

“Anyone else have a joke they want to make at my expense?” Joey yelled.

No one said a