Between Heaven and Hell のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

It was very late, nearly 2 AM. Christian laid down on his bed and stared at his phone above a newspaper on the bedside table. Samantha’s case has been over the record and it's really disturbing. Lots of fake news keeps popping out of nowhere and he became one of the media targets since he’s one of Samantha's closest friends. At this point, Christian wasn’t entirely certain if he’d say something to at least defend his friend or remain silent and avoid everything. He can’t seem to trust the media’s intention to clear his friend’s name regarding the issue about her being related to demons. Kathleen has been gone for three days and those nights of her absent, he’s been suffering from insomnia. Something is bothering him; he feels like he’s not alone. He could feel eyes staring through his soul ever since Kathleen left. Christian shook the thought off and tried falling asleep but minutes past and he only felt more awake. He turned to his side and looked out the window.He b

The full moon, hanging in the odd starry night sky, turned brighter which fashioned the pastures into a peculiar topography of tarnished silver and spaces of partial illumination. An absence of visible light was stretching behind every creature around the dim corners of the place which were silenced as two nocturnal critters landed on a fence, railing the herd of bisons. Unable to stay still as the familiar creatures bounded over them, their grunts echoed throughout the cold breeze. “You’re scaring the cows, geez!” The woman in white Victorian nightgown, intoned as she landed next to the man who’s wearing a white medieval renaissance clothing. Her, black as ebony, hair swayed through her waist as the cold wind brushed against her pale cheeks. “Pardon me by stating the obvious, however, these ain’t cows, my love,” Rener, an archdemon, chuckled as he held the hand of his lover. A thin smile curved on the fallen angel's lips as she moved cl

“Hey there, sunshine!” Theresa scratched an eyebrow the moment she heard Tomoya’s thin voice. He’s still at far distance, she could barely see him yet, but his voice could travel faster than light. She never intended to meet up with him, but the kid is too pushy. Besides, he has the grimoire and the only person that could decipher those hell of a what-not-characters she’s never seen before. As he drew closer, Takumi, who’s just beside him, finally showed up in the picture from her position. He has been covered by the tall, well-trimmed bushes outside the book shop that he had to step closer in order for him to be seen. Theresa’s nose scrunched when she realized she’s been staring at him for more than a minute. She couldn’t blame herself though; Takumi’s indeed a catch. The man came from a wealthy and respected family; thus, he dresses very well, speaks very well just like an educated and extremely intelligent person that he is. His good look’s just a bonus; his love fo

Kathleen stretched her arm inside her purse and dragged her phone up to the table to where Christian’s name flashed, but she didn’t dare to answer his call. It took her a fair amount of time to sink the encounter she had with Mrs. Lada“Aren't you gonna answer the call? That person might have something very important to say.” She turned right to see Christian beaming. He had his phone pressed against his right ear, waiting for her to answer his call. “I’m sorry, I was just about to,” she smiled, forcing herself not to sound sullen.Christian’s expression softens as he walked towards her, slipping his phone inside his pocket. “And you might not,” he sat in front of the table Kathleen occupied, eyes roaming. “I was hoping I’d catch Samantha’s friends here; I think I came too late.” “They didn’t come. What brings you here?” Christian’s brows cocked. “Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffocating, don’t you think? Be

"Is it just me or this house had gotten ten times over the hill since the last time we're here?" Kaiser muttered the moment Scott and him entered Samantha's empty house. Though everything is still there, unmoved; the couch they used to sit on, the old, wooden center table, where they used to place their snacks while watching movies, the maroon old-fashioned carpet where they usually wrestle—everything—but things felt so empty now; for Scott, at the very least. They had to sneak at the back as tons of media-outlets and even famous media personalities have been lurking outside from time to time, taking pictures of the house. Even though none of Samantha's families and friends took care of the case legally, through social media pressure, the cops continued the investigation. They have already searched Samantha's house, but have found nothing which could be used as evidences. It was already aired in various channels that poltergeists and spiritualists have already been appointed to ch