The Wish of the Damned Sneak Peek

A small teaser of Chapter 2: Small Delights:

The news comes on at six am, the same time it comes on everyday. Usually he doesn't pay much attention to it, there's generally nothing on to which concerns him. He pulls a clean blue t-shirt over his head just as the tv blares with the solemn voice saying 'Breaking News,' and then a picture of an old woman that he's scarcely seen twelve hours prior appears on the screen.

The newscaster states, “Seventy-six year old, Elizabeth Jameson, has been found dead at her estate in quadrant ten. The millionaire tycoon is known best for her development of the cures to several known cancers and aids, as well as many other malignant diseases. So far, the police are being tight-lipped on details of her death. But from an inside source, we've been told that it appears an animal killed her.” There's a brief pause to add suspense before the newscaster continues. “In a second story bedroom with no windows open and no pets.”

Belial turns away from the screen in rage. “All I did was touch her for a second,” he grinds the words out from between his teeth. “She didn't deserve to die.”

Still, it's useless saying it. It's useless talking to the heavens, because there's no one there listening, not to him, not anymore. Perhaps they never had. He grabs the remote from the base of the bed and hurls it against the far wall. The satisfying crash does not make up for the fact that he will now have to buy a new remote. He glowers at the chunks of remote on the floor before going over to them and picking them up.