Taariq thought about his day so far and was happy. Except for the unsavory
exchange with Charon, it had been a good day. Each of the six souls he had
hunted down today had been great fun. It had been a buffet of emotions: Despair,
anger, sadness and terror. Oh, how he loved fear and terror. The other emotions
were good, but fear and terror were like red, bloody meat to him.
Tarriq
turned his attention to the middle aged woman in the red sweater that he was
sitting next to and drew near to sniff her neck like you would smell someone`s
perfume.
"Ahh, this is what makes my job great: sadness, fear, misery
and despair...you humans have no idea How your emotions smell and taste to us.
It’s a wretchedly beautiful thing."
The woman cringed and whimpered,
covering her face hoping he would go away. Taariq was starting to find her
tedious at this point and turned back towards the rest of the bus and continued
his soliloquy to everyone and to no one in particular.
“I actually really
like my job. There is a nice bit of variety in the suffering of the human soul,
like a good wine or a fine piece of meat. What surprises people the most about
what I do is that my favorite lost souls are the religious ones.”
“Why
is that?”, Franked asked without thinking. The moment the words escaped his
mouth and he saw Leslie’s eyes bulge open, he knew he was in trouble…big
trouble.
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