Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 93
Webber...oh, here he is. Room 2107. The elevators are right
through there.”
“Thank you.”
Terry found the room without any trouble, and went
inside. He had been curious to see what the magician looked
like. They all seemed to be of a type, in his experience.
Randall was no exception, he was not surprised to note.
Skinny, malnourished, usually asthmatic. But this magician
was also unconscious. Terry took a seat as he studied him.
With an effort of will, he softened the focus of his eyes,
and summoned forth his second sight. The web of energy
that was what all things were actually made of became visible
to him, and he marveled at the beauty and intricacy of it.
His jaw dropped however, as his gaze was drawn to the
magician’s head. His crown chakra seemed to be spitting
blue fire like the back end of a rocket. The force of it seemed
positively violent, and Terry wondered how such a stream of
energy could possibly be maintained. He saw the drain on
the magician’s body, but also intuited that much of the energy
came from another source. And not a good one, he
thought.
He approached the body, and laid hands upon it, feeling
for the presence of some entity within, human or demonic.
He was expecting to detect the presence of the magician’s
soul, incapacitated by a chakra system blown to shit, like so
many exploded fuses from one end of his torso to the other.
What he found made him pull his hands back in shock.
What he sensed within was not human, nor demonic. He
looked again at the blue light and noted a slight violet tinge
to it. “Holy shit...” he whispered to himself.
Terry laid hands on the magician’s body once more and
felt into him with the energy of his own body. The doctors
apparently had been quite correct. Except for the deterioration
one would expect from a body as sedentary as a com-