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picture him covering the voice piece while he heated up hot stones under some poor soul's feet. Yeah, hearing Mum's name did that to him. Last time they met for coffee he caused an earthquake in Alaska. "I don’t see how she could possibly help you," Dad said, slowly.
    "Dad, don't even go there. I'll be right over, okay? See you in ten." I hung up and went in search of Dallas to tell him I might be away for a couple of hours, or days, depending on what Dad had in store for me.
    Ten minutes later, I stood in the hall and took out my phone to open the portal when I realised I was in a relationship now, basically living with someone, so I'd have to be more careful how I used my phone.
    I drove the SUV a few miles to a nearby shopping centre parking lot and parked there. Stepping out, I whipped out my phone and punched in the code to open the portal. The air crackled; tiny, almost invisible bolts of thunder cut through the air inches from my face, waiting for me to squeeze through. Just as I took a step forward and pushed my hand in, a lady with thin, snow-white hair pulled into a bun, and deep wrinkles across her forehead, appeared around the corner, holding a leash. Thick glasses sat tight on the bridge of her nose, so she probably couldn't see a lot. But her little poodle, complete with pom-poms and colored ribbons, started to bark like crazy, pulling at his leash in my direction. The woman shot me a glare as though I had just maltreated the yapping, little thing. I shrugged and stepped through, noticing her eyes widen as I vanished into a yellow burst of light. The poor woman would probably end up thinking she had a screw loose in her head. Under normal circumstances, I would've waited until she disappeared, but not today. Dad needed me.
    Better not keep him waiting and risk him sending one of his demons to get me. He couldn't yet find out about Dallas.

    My room was on the first floor of Dad's mansion, a huge place with marble floors and minimalist furniture. I made a beeline for the wall-to-wall walk-in cupboard to change into my one and only black business suit before joining Dad in his mahogany office. He rocked back in his leather chair, staring out the large window to the high lava mountains in the distance, steam rising from the geysers below.
    "Dad?" I entered, only then knocking on the door. "What's up?"
    He turned slowly, his green eyes burning with tiny flames, just like mine when I was angry or soaking in a bit of drama. His hair was combed back, giving his wrinkle-free face a strict impression.
    "Look at this, kiddo." He pulled out his remote control and switched on the hidden plasma screen on the opposite panelled wall. I hopped on the polished table, minding the letter holder in the shape of a pitchfork, and peered at the images scrolling on the screen: candles spread across a stone floor next to countless unmoving bodies.
    The picture changed to a newspaper report blaming faith and a belief in the end of the world for a rise in suicides.
    I shook my head. "So?"
    "Of course, you wouldn't know." Dad groaned and switched off the screen. "I keep forgetting you're not old enough to understand what's happening out there." Dad started drumming his fingers on the table. "In my time, I was a feared man. Nowadays, mortals no longer believe I even exist."
     
    "Why do you want them to fear you? They'll find out you exist soon enough."
    "You don't understand, Cassie." He ran a hand through his thick, black locks I used to admire for hours as a child. "It's not the same once they're dead. Their lack of interest in my existence makes me feel insignificant."
    Frowning, I inched closer. Was he depressed? Did he have a midlife crisis? Mum hinted something last time I visited her in Heaven, but the bright light gave me a headache, made worse by the constant choir music, so I didn't really pay attention to her chatter. I realised I should've. I laughed nervously. "Well, there's nothing you can do about it, so why don't you just