The Fall

Chapter Seven

Ciara came back before Alta could say anything to West's threat. She knew that eventually she would have to break their bond and free him, but it seemed to keep slipping her mind that the first thing he would probably do was kill her.

"Alright, these are all the records from the first month the shop was opened." Ciara said as she dropped a small folder onto the counter, dust bouncing off the cover. The shop was aptly named.

"This is illegal I'm sure, so keep this to yourselves." She warned. West rolled his eyes at her and pulled the folder from her fingers, "God forbid someone calls the cops on us." He said dryly.

Alta cocked her head to the side, "You can say 'God'?" It was her understanding that demons couldn't speak holy words.

West smirked at her, "I'm special."

She ignored him and pulled a few receipts to herself to sort through whilst West and Ciara did the same. She scanned each slip for any kind of item that could be Gabriels horn, but as her pile became smaller, Alta began to doubt she would find it, until West gripped a receipt and grinned in victory.

"This has to be it," he held it in the middle of the counter where they could all see what was scribbled down in messy pencil, "Solid gold horn."

Alta couldn't help but grin, finally something was going their way, they might be able to do this, if they could get their hands on that horn then they had heavens help against the angels.

"Does it say who bought it?" Ciara asked,reaching out to take the slip of paper from West. She read over it carefully, over the years the writing had been smudged and faded. "Oh no." She groaned.

"What is it?" Alta asked, feeling a pit begin to form in her stomach at the look of disdain on Ciara's face.

"The guy who bought the horn, his name is Harold, he used to be a regular for us," Ciara explained, "But he's kind of... Crazy."

West leant over the counter, "Define crazy."

Ciara put the receipt down and rounded the counter to walk over to where the tablet was sitting on one of the shelves, locked behind glass, "One day he brought this in, he was ranting and raving about some kind of conspiracy, but half of it wasn't even in English."

Alta took another look at the tablet, desperately trying to understand it, "He was speaking Enochian, and I think he was reading this out to us."

Alta had never heard of anther person who could speak Enochian, only prophets, and she had never met another of those. "Wait, he could read this?" She asked, pointing at the tablet, "How, it's so old?"

Ciara shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know for sure, but there was something in his voice, it didn't sound like his voice, it didn't sound human, and he just slammed the tablet down in front of my dad and then took off."

Alta pulled one of the books out of her bag, "The Enochian on that tablet is the same in some of these passages, if we can find him, not only do we get the horn but he can also translate the book to me." She spoke excitedly.

"Calm down there kid," West spoke up then, "We don't even know if this Harold guy still has the horn, or how to find him." He looked at the book in her hands, "Why is it so important he translates that?"

He sounded suspicious, and Alta couldn't blame him; so far the Enochian language had done nothing but go against him.

"I don't know, I just feel it in my gut that whatever is written in here can help us, I think it's why it was hidden away from me."

West cocked his head to the side and looked at her curiously, she was stubborn, and strong, but that could be a bad thing, he didn't want to risk getting caught up in a war that he wanted no part in, all he wanted was to be free of them all. "We find the horn first, and if he can translate that for you, then fine, but stopping those wingged rats from killing me is my first priority."