Past Sins: An Uncanny Kingdom Urban Fantasy (The Dark Lakes Series Book 3)

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by Matthew Stott


  ‘Is that so?’

  The Fox nodded. ‘Have to, don’t I? Doing what I must, so one day I’ll be allowed the sweet relief of death and so rejoin my beloved.’

  Now he was just making me feel guilty. I found myself turning back to say I understood, but the Fox had disappeared, as silently as he had arrived.

  After many torturous hours, my shift finally ended, and I shambled toward my beat-up little car, the Uncanny Wagon. How the thing still passed its M.O.T. I had no idea. I stroked its roof as though it were a beloved family pet, feeling all the dents, many of them caused by a recent attack from a swarm of demonically possessed eagles. Swarm of eagles? Is that right? Probably flock, right?

  ‘Joe!’

  I turned to see a woman speed-walking across the hospital car park toward me.

  ‘Annie?’

  Annie had sold her soul to a demon. Actually, to lots of demons. Not to toot my own horn, but I’d been very, very nice and brave and saved her neck. I hadn’t seen her since, so this was a pleasant surprise.

  ‘Caught you,’ she said, a really very nice smile upon her extremely nice face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she smiled like that.

  ‘Caught? I can assure you I wasn’t doing anything wrong.’

  ‘I was in the neighbourhood, so thought I’d drop in on the off-chance,’ she said, pushing her blonde locks behind her perfectly formed ears. ‘The receptionist said you’d just clocked off.’

  ‘Yup, this is me, clocking off.’

  ‘What happened to your eye?’

  ‘A fight club, would you believe?’

  ‘Was it a very nasty monster?’

  ‘Oh, an absolute rotter. But never fear, the righteous prevailed.’ I posed heroically, chest out, hands on hips.

  ‘Come on, you can take me for a drink and fill me in.’

  I’d been day-dreaming about my bed, and having almost sexual fantasies about the plump coolness of my pillow, but only a pillock turns down a beautiful woman asking to be accompanied to a bar for refreshments.

  4

  Twenty minutes later we were in a brightly lit, soulless pub and I was setting a glass of white wine in front of Annie whilst slurping the froth from a pint of lager.

  ‘I needed that,’ I said, feeling refreshed in a way that sometimes only alcohol can provide after a hectic day.

  ‘So, the eye…’ said Annie. ‘What happened there?’

  ‘Oh, no biggie, just a giant monster that looked like a toddler that had replaced an actual toddler.’

  ‘Well, that’s something,’ said Annie, sipping her wine.

  Never been a fan of wine, myself. And the hangovers from that stuff? Good God.

  ‘Long story short, I was a hero, monster exploded, little kid fine and dandy.’

  ‘Congratulations to you,’ she replied, smiling warmly.

  Yes, I could have mentioned that I did little more than get hit in the face by a chunk of exploding monster flesh, but that didn’t sound half as impressive.

  ‘How’s the little one?’ I asked. ‘Millie, isn’t it?’

  ‘She’s good. Actually, she’s great. I’ve never known someone so full of beans. She really brightens up a day.’

  ‘Gets it from you, no doubt.’

  ‘Well, aren’t you a charmer?’

  ‘I’ve been called a lot of names in my life, but never that.’ I saluted her with my pint glass and took a gulp.

  ‘How goes the magic practice?’

  ‘Pretty good. Eva hardly ever hits me with the stick now. Well, not for my magic, anyway. She did thwack me across the back of the legs the other day because, and I quote, “I just wanted to.”’

  Annie giggled, and I found my face flush with heat.

  ‘Show me,’ she said.

  I cast a glance over my shoulder to check the coast was clear. The pub was sparsely populated, and we were tucked away in a quiet snug. ‘Okay then, mind your eyebrows.’

  I concentrated and the air around me seemed to flicker. As I understood it, the Uncanny was everywhere. Anything and everything emitted a low level of magic, and we all walked through this invisible wash every day of our lives. Only sometimes, when I concentrated hard enough, I could sort of see it. See the multicoloured waves that rolled and weaved all around us, like the vivid swirls in a Van Gogh painting.

  I lifted my hand, palm up, and willed some of the magic to flow towards me. To enter me. To do what I wanted it to do. To perform the impossible.

  Annie sat back and gasped as a perfectly spherical ball of orange flame appeared an inch above my palm.

  ‘Doesn’t it burn?’

  I waggled my fingers and the ball of fire began to spin round and around. ‘No,’ I replied. ‘If it were to touch you it would burn, but not me.’

  I closed my hand and the flame vanished.

  ‘Consider me impressed,’ said Annie. ‘So, I was wondering…’

  ‘No, I can’t fly.’

  ‘—I was wondering if you’d like to take me on a date some time.’

  I coughed into my pint as the beer slipped down the wrong pipe. ‘I’m...’ a bit more coughing, then I tried again: ‘I’m sorry?’

  ‘A date. We could go on a date. If you like.’

  Apparently, saving a soul from eternal damnation can really turn a girl’s head. No one ever tells you that.

  ‘Joe?’

  ‘Hm?’

  ‘Are you going to answer, or…?’

  ‘Yep. Yes. I am.’

  ‘Well?’

  And then, dear friends, I said something epically stupid and dumbfounding.

  ‘Can I think about it?’

  Feel free to pick up whatever’s closest to you and hurl it in my direction.

  The look on Annie’s face was quite something. ‘Oh, sure,’ she muttered. ‘Yeah. Of course.’

  Shortly after dropping that utterly boneheaded sentence, I’d made my excuses and made off through the empty streets towards my parked car.

  Can I think about it?

  I checked the time on my phone. It was almost eight. All I wanted was to get home and have an early night.

  Can I think about it?

  What in the name of all that’s unholy did I say that for?

  Yes! Yes please, thank you. That’s the correct response to a beautiful woman who you really, really like asking you out on a date!

  So why had I dithered? What was holding me back from grasping this rare romantic opportunity that had fallen into my unworthy lap? I was definitely interested, and I’d come to terms with the whole Chloe thing now. Plus, she was dead, so even if I hadn’t, the chance of a happy ending there seemed fairly remote.

  So why the uncertainty with Annie?

  I would have continued to muse on my surprising reaction if I hadn’t been surprised by a cathedral.

  I’d turned down the back street where I’d parked the Uncanny Wagon, only to find an enormous cathedral stood next to it. Now, I may have been working on a limited amount of sleep, but I’m pretty sure I’d have noticed pulling up next to something of that magnitude. Especially as it appeared to have been pulled directly from a gothic-themed nightmare.

  I leaned back and took in its entire impressive, if crumbling, facade, and gawped in awe at the giant spire that reached so impossibly high into the early evening sky that its tip was hidden by clouds.

  The smart thing to do at this point would have been to leap behind the wheel of the Uncanny Wagon, speed off home, and forget all about the gigantic, shadow-drenched nightmare building that had definitely not been there a little earlier. So of course I made a beeline for the place.

  I stopped before the cathedral’s massive, imposing entrance. Its twin doors were made of thick mahogany and studded with rusted, metal spikes. Very inviting for a house of God, yes?

  As I stepped closer, I thought I could hear the church organ playing inside.

  Okay, this was clearly something Uncanny and potentially dangerous and now was really the time to get in my motor and drive awa
y.

  I pressed my hand against the door and, with a little effort, it creaked open.

  Damn you, curiosity.

  My footsteps echoed around the huge, vaulted space as I entered, and I found myself shivering as the temperature seemed to drop around ten degrees.

  ‘Hello?’ I said, trying to stop my teeth from chattering.

  At first I wasn’t sure what the tune being played on the church organ was. Then I became convinced it was Bohemian Rhapsody.

  I slowly made my way around a fat, stone column, and the main space revealed itself. Wooden pews lined the floor, all pushed over, broken, coated with moss. It was clear that no one had sat down to listen to a sermon here in a long time.

  Dominating the far wall was a ginormous stained glass window, which depicted what appeared to be residents from a lunatic’s worst nightmares tearing the heads from terrified soldiers, holding them above their open mouths, and drinking down the blood that poured out. Which seemed a bit much for a house of God.

  The cathedral’s pipe organ was situated to one side of this gory window, with a strange yet familiar figure tickling the ivories.

  A skeleton.

  ‘Hello again,’ I said, and threw in a jaunty little wave.

  ‘Here at last, are you?’ replied the skeleton.

  I’d met this musically gifted set of bones on a previous visit to the Dark Lakes, which told me that this mysterious cathedral must be connected to that unpleasant place.

  ‘Do you know any other Queen songs?’ I asked. ‘Maybe a little Don’t Stop Me Now?’

  The skeleton scratched at his skull as he had a think with, well, whatever it is that skeletons think with, then launched into a not bad version with some gusto. I even found my foot tapping, and began to hum along.

  When the song came to an end, I gave the skeleton a round of applause.

  ‘Thank you, I thank you,’ he replied, standing to bow.

  ‘As nice as that was, is there a reason you’re here? Is there a reason this whole creepy, battered cathedral with the heavy metal stained glass window has appeared on the streets of Carlisle?’

  ‘Death, Janto. Death is why we’re here.’

  I didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit.

  ‘In what way?’ I asked. ‘A nice way? Like with tarot cards: you know, “Don’t think of it as an end, but the beginning of something new”?’

  The skeleton idly teased at the organ’s keys as his empty, black eye sockets stayed fixed on me. To add to the creep, I noted he was playing the theme tune from The Exorcist.

  ‘I see a lot, you know, Janto.’

  ‘Good for you.’

  ‘I see death in your future. Unavoidable.’

  ‘My death?’

  ‘That would be telling. But it’s there. Clear as night. Tragedy. A fall is coming. A fall that stings and shocks and changes.’

  I’d be lying if I said this conversation was lifting my spirits much.

  ‘Right, well, I’ll be off home if that’s okay,’ I said. ‘Oh, and don’t feel like you have to transport a whole evil cathedral into the middle of town when you fancy a chat. Just text next time, okay?’

  I turned to head off into the night, only to find the Red Woman perched, legs crossed, on one of the overturned pews. Her thick, red hair tumbled down her shoulders, and her skin was as pale as a ghost’s. She wore a form-fitting, green dress, the skirt split to an almost obscene level. She looked much like Rita Hayworth playing the part of a femme fatale, and here I was, some poor sap in way over his head.

  ‘Magic Eater,’ she said, her voice a purr.

  ‘Oh good, you’re here too. I was just off, so I’ll leave you and the skeleton to it. Hi and goodbye.’

  As I passed, the Red Woman reached out and took my wrist in her icicle fingers.

  ‘What’s the hurry, Magic Eater?’

  ‘It’s Joseph. Not Janto, not Magic Eater: Joseph.’

  She smiled, then bowed her head once. ‘As you wish. What’s in a name, anyway?’

  ‘What’s all this in aid of anyway?’ I asked, gesturing to our surroundings.

  ‘I just wanted to see you.’

  Apparently, I was in demand with beautiful women today. Twice in one lifetime. Pretty good going.

  ‘This building is not in your world,’ said the Red Woman. ‘I have extended it from the Dark Lakes so we could have this conversation..’

  ‘Right. Thanks? Is this a “thanks” situation? Thanks.’

  ‘Sit down, Joseph, I don’t bite. Well, that’s not strictly true.’

  The Red Woman smiled and rubbed a hand up her thigh, towards her, well… her you-know-what.

  Lady bits.

  I tried to ignore the sexy display and made to sit down on the pew. Unfortunately, I completely failed to ignore the sexy display and missed my perch, landing with a jarring thump on the flagstone.

  ‘Ha!’ exclaimed the skeleton. ‘What an idiot. And this is your great hope?’

  The Red Woman clicked her fingers and the music playing skeleton disappeared.

  Trying to reclaim my dignity, I stood, brushed down my coat, then finally took my seat.

  ‘I apologise for the nattering skeleton,’ she said.

  ‘Look, I know why you’re here,’ I said. ‘I know what you want. You’ve made your intentions for me clear over and over and over, and I’m, well, sort of sick of hearing it. Okay? I’m never, ever, going to fulfil my stupid destiny.’

  The Red Woman smiled, her white teeth dazzling. She began to chuckle. It was not in the least bit reassuring.

  ‘What? What’s so funny? Do I have food between my teeth?’

  ‘Can’t you feel it? Doesn’t it prickle at your skin?’

  ‘I… what?’

  ‘You don’t sense the inevitability?’

  ‘All I sense is how cold this place is. Saving money on heating bills, or…?’

  ‘Chatter on, but your throne is waiting, and you are heading towards it, whatever you might think.’

  ‘No. You’re wrong.’

  ‘Something has changed. Something is coming. I can see it. I can see you taking your seat on the throne at last, and I won’t have to lift a finger to make it happen.’

  I stood, pulling my coat tight, and feeling a fist of anger grip my stomach. ‘You’re wrong.’

  ‘No,’ she said, tipping her head back, a look of sensual pleasure washing over her face. ‘Something has changed, I know it; every nerve ending I have aches with the knowledge. You will become the Magic Eater at last, and soon. Oh, very soon.’

  I didn’t bother replying. I walked across the cathedral floor, my boots echoing with each footstep, and tried to ignore the seed of worry that had taken root in my belly.

  5

  As I stepped out of the cathedral, I blinked in surprise. It was night. It had been early evening when I stepped inside, but now it was pitch black. I checked the time on my phone. It was almost three in the morning. I turned back to look at the cathedral, only to find it had disappeared, and that I was now stood in front of a plain brick wall. I’d only been inside the cathedral for a few minutes at most, and it had spat me out hours later before vanishing when I had my back turned.

  Rude.

  My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down to see I’d missed multiple calls from both Eva and Detective Maya Myers.

  I groaned and wondered what the chances were that I could just slink home and finally get some sleep.

  My phone rang.

  Detective Maya Myers.

  I considered ignoring it.

  I answered.

  Damn it.

  ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Well, don’t you sound like you’re just full of the joy of existence?’ said Myers, her familiar sarcastic lilt making me smile despite myself.

  ‘You know, I think I’m going to start turning my phone off at night,’ I replied. ‘What’s wrong?’

  What was wrong, according to Detective Myers, was that something had killed a whole barn full of sh
eep at Hunter’s Farm.

  I made peace with the idea of never sleeping again, climbed into the Uncanny Wagon, and steered it towards the scene of the crime.

  Myers greeted me when I arrived, her leather jacket done up to keep out the frosty morning air. She held a metal thermos of coffee in a gloved hand.

  ‘Could I have a sip?’ I asked.

  ‘Do you have a cup?’

  I patted myself down. ‘Not on me, no.’

  ‘Sorry, then that’s a no. Germs.’

  Myers smiled and gestured for me to follow her to the barn.

  Inside, it was, well, a bloody mess. And I mean that literally. Shredded sheep littered the place. Chunks of flesh, pools of blood, and dangling entrails covered almost every inch of the place. It looked like every creature inside the place had exploded.

  It was disgusting. I mean, really disgusting. Like a bomb had gone off in a butchers shop.

  Eva was on the scene already, crouching down and using a stick to poke at an unidentifiable portion of sheep.

  ‘He’s here,’ said Myers.

  Eva grunted by way of reply.

  ‘Frosty greeting, even for her,’ said Myers, quietly, as she sipped at her coffee.

  ‘Yeah, well, we had a bit of an awkward moment.’

  ‘Couldn’t most of her moments be considered awkward?’

  ‘Good point,’ I said. ‘So, what happened here, exactly?’ It was all I could do not to end the sentence with the word, ‘Aliens?’

  ‘It’s not fucking aliens,’ said Eva, lips clamped around a freshly-rolled up cigarette.

  ’I didn’t say a thing,’ I said, raising my hands. ‘But… maybe? I mean, I’ve read about this sort of thing. Aliens love to pop down and mess around with farm animals. Cutting them open to see how they work, that sort of thing.’

  ‘Okay, demons, ghosts, maybe even vampires...’ said Myers, ‘...but I draw the line at policing little green men.’

  ‘Already told you,’ spat Eva, ‘it’s not fucking aliens.’

  She took a thermos of her own out of her tatty coat’s inside pocket.

  ‘Coffee?’ I said, almost dumbfounded to see her drinking anything other than cans of super-strength lager.

  ‘Whisky,’ she replied. ‘I’m not an animal.’

 

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