The Shaitan's Secret

Por Oscar Rodrigo

It is a fantastic genre novel in which an antihero will have to discover what he is and free the world from an invasion of beings from another dimension, the djinn.

It's an adventure novel, science fiction and fantastic, I rummage in one with a high dose of black humor, a lot of dialogue, very dynamic and super-restrained. Very visual

Rick, our protagonist must save humanity from the arrival of the djinn with a group of the most bizarre beings  and it will be his own odyssey in which he will discover himself.

In the book the reader will find a detailed teaching about what is the world of the djinn in the ancient Arabic mythology and what has survived to our times, mixed with real cases of strange events not clarified by science today.

• Idioma: Español
• Editorial: BadPress
• Fecha de lanzamiento: 3 jun 2018
• ISBN: 9781547523191

Vista previa del libro

And then the northern sky split in two and high above the forest, every section of the sky seemed engulfed in fire. In that moment there was a blast and a loud racket followed by a sound like stones falling from the sky, like guns shooting. The earth quaked.

Reindeer Shepherd of the tungus tribe, Tungushka, Russia. 1908.

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June 30, 1908, Podekemenaya river, Tunguska, Siberia, Russia.

Grandpa, Tico, the young reindeer with the mark in its right leg, I think it caught something. T seems nervous and all its friends in its group are restless. Even more the females.  Do you think that there is something wrong with them?

Don’t worry Sasha, this winter is being harsh and there is not much foliage to feed everyone properly. That’s why they are so restless, and the mating season is approaching. We are at the end of winter now. Have that in mind.

Yes Ded. (Grandpa) Ded... What is that buzzing noise?

What buzzing noise, sweetie?

It was 3 in the afternoon and the sky was very dark, they had to go back, the had taken too long and the temperature was lower than usual. Both, grandfather and grandchild, were picking up food bags and the sit-down furs. The child was putting out the bonfire. They were ready now to go home, when not far from there the sky lit up. That was the buzzing sound that little Sasha was referring to. It was an amazing light, almost as bright as morning light, blinding. Sasha held tight his grandfather Mikhail’s leg. In the middle of nowhere appeared a giant ball of white-blue fire.

Both were terrorized, kneeling. Mikhail thought that the wouldn’t las the night. Instinctively he hugged tight is beloved grandchild to protect him.

Thar thing disseminated in various smaller pieces until moderately it went off. There was no loud crash but there was a devastating blast, like never before heard in the silent tundra. Then everything went quiet and it was more astounding than the loud noise. Nothing in the forest gave any sign of being alive. It was the fear, one of the most oppressive and devastating forces in the universe. Grandfather and grandchild stood up.

Ay, Ded, you are hurting me!

I’m sorry son. Mikhail did not realize that he was hugging his grandson too tightly. Never in his life had he been so scared.

A couple of minutes later, after a trail of yellow smoke with a foul stench like Mikhail could not recall, it appeared...

Oh my God, oh no... mumbled Mukhail.

What is that ded? Are they the little men from the moon? The ones that uncle Sergei was talking about?

No, my dear boy I wish it was that, I wish...

And the he appeared. Walking towards them..., getting closer and closer. Just a dark figure could be perceived. At that point the grandfather, a great man and great reindeer shepherd, has long soiled himself.

He stared at them intently and then Mikhail knew. He is the god Erlik he said in an almost imperceptible whisper. He comes to punish us... He admitted between sobs...

CHAPTER-1

First contact

7:45 am. Somewhere in New York subway.

Again, another routine day in Rick’s life. Taking the subway like every morning; a little race to the car and Bum! In the car he went by inches. He was lucky that the strong migraine he had the night before had passed. His problem with the headache had gone in crescendo in the past few years. The sensation in the temples was too powerful. That morning he still had a lingering sensation. Maybe too much coffee, that did not do any favors to him. But he was a coffeeholic through and through. He couldn’t forgo one of the very few luxuries overnight. Besides he needed it to perform well in the office of Lexington Ave, where he works as one more clerk.

Crowded – that day the car was crowded. And the mix of cheap perfume and the faint stench of morning sweat, so characteristic of the run to take the metro, left in the unbreathable environment a bittersweet perception, that according to Rick, match pretty well with what could define the transport system most used in the city. A slight dizziness... maybe I’m low on defenses (Rick thought in his mind).

Sshhhhip!

What... what was that! But.. Rick could not explain, he was seeing from the corner of my left eye a couple of spots, electric-blue and another one fuchsia-pink. When he tried to focus on the target with his eyes, that thing vanished, only averting his sight that curious image came back. It was something amazing and when he attributed it to the lingering migraine and the slight dizziness, something inside him sounded an alert that there was something else, something different, something that many are scared even to consider...

Good morning Tom, hi Ursula... entering the office much like every day. Same greetings, same faces. He passed in greeting Juan, the typical buttkisser that every office has by design. Rick had a theory that the were brought with the furniture of the office, and they were unpacked and put in front of the boss’ office.

Well, well... talk of the devil the unmistakable primary teacher reproach tone, heard so many times from Mr. Doley, the insurance office boss. Did he really was going to go with the same speech. Ufff... Rick, Rick, Rick, what the fuck am I going to do with you boy? How long have you been working here? Three, maybe four years? You cannot arrive late once a week, you know? It’s about being responsible and having a team that... Oh, fuck, he was going on with the team thing again, one of his favorite speeches. The annoyed Rick did what a pal that had resigned years ago advised him to: lower your head, don’t look him in the eye and nod even if you don’t know what the fuck is good old Doley talking about. His ears were starting to close when he heard: look at Juan...

Hello Rick, what a face you have, sweetie! Bad night? Or a really good one? that was Dana, the sexiest clerk that side of the Mississippi, as John Wayne would say. the woman had a beauty bordering on the absurd. How come that woman was not either a model or an actress or something...? Maybe it was a rather superficial thought, but he was sure that he was not the only one that thought that way. If the next day someone told him that Dana wasn’t there because she had resigned to film a new TV show of Baywatch, he wouldn’t be as surprised as to see her there every day.

"Fine Dana, everything is fine tis side of the cubicle. I went out with some friends to celebrate the Megamillion jackpot. You know, nothing out of the ordinary: champagne, partying whit Victoria’s Secret girls, form casino to casino on my brand-new Aston Martin. What could I do, Dana? I have become the wealthiest man in Manhattan... well, the third.

Ha ha ha and more ha... Little Rick if that’s your way to seduce me... you are not doing so well... said the goddess with a naughty smile.

Honey, I had to try. I thought that the life we millionaires have would attract girls like you... oops too late did he realized his mistake.

"Aahhh, girls like me! Fuck your...! Look, forget it funny guy and start doing what you are paid for, that’s why you are here.

Yes, Herr Kommandant! Rick said, standing like a drunken recruit and winking at her.

After a few minutes Dana said: Maybe next Friday I can find a spot in my schedule for you, just because you made me laugh, funny guy. Besides being the photocopy guy, you have a pass. He was not at all the photocopy guy, but his brain could not process that much information with the figure of his coworker wobbling like Lauren Bacall in a noir movie. She just lacked to say: If you need me, jus whistle, you do know how to whistle, right?

That day went by like any other. I was still shocked by the insinuation from the beautiful Dana. The fact that a girl like that would think of having diner with him was something worthy of Mulder and Scully and their X-Files. On the other side, that night his mind, or maybe his heart? Was busy with another lady. They have only gone out four times, but he felt that those encounters with Rache were getting better. A somewhat sheepish girl, but that gaze, that wants to say something that her mouth cannot quite transform into words, was disturbing...and sexy. the enigma of Rache. Unraveling what was behind that face both wise and innocent was what kept him awake... and that the girl was not bad to look at either, of course.

Arriving to his apartment, he took off his shoes, sat, or more accurately he collapsed on the couch and started to drink a cold beer that was waiting for him all day for him, like a good wife awaits her husband after a boy night out with his pals. He then fell on the scraps of margarita pizza  of the night before, to fall asleep drooling a few minutes later.

Suddenly something woke him up, startled.

A thump..., like a door slam. He sprang to his feet glancing from one side to the other having difficulty to breathe normally. He was sure that the loud thump came from wood smashing against wood..., the front door..., there was someone inside, there in the dark, with him. Zzzz, a wandering fly flew time and time again over his face, like a rescue helicopter searching for survivors in a shipwreck stuck to his nose.

His heart was racing and he had started to sweat copiously. He was nervous and afraid.

In a reflexive motion more akin to bird of prey than a human he squashed the disgusting fly.

Wait a minute... he saw the rickety bug in his right palm.

It’s... Blue? Is fly’s blood blue? Shouldn’t it be red? Or, does it depend on the species? Commented for himself out loud, he scrubbed the intruder on his pants and continued to search the darkness of his small living room. Nothing..., no a sound. No movement behind the curtains..., nothing, typical of murder movies..., damn, his chest was going to explode, there was someone...! someone or something inside!

Hi funny boy... is that what you do around here? Hunting flies when you arrive at your, shall we say, bolthole?

Da..., Da...,Dana! How did you come in here? What’s going on, are you all right?

"Yes Ricky, yeah, I’m wonderfully. I am not going to reveal to you how I got inside. Old tricks learnt in my neighborhood when I was a teen. You wouldn’t think that I was a sophisticated girl since I was borne, would you?

Rick could not believe that his wet dream par excellence was invading his privacy in the middle of the night. What time was it? Three, four in the morning?

three thirty, boy Dana said like reading the guy’s mind. the time at witch everything happens... the witching hour.

Rick’s heart was racing..., he was having tachycardia, not literally, but almost.

Aren’t you happy to see me? Aren’t you going to offer me something to drink? Dana asked, making a funny pout, pulling out her lower lip.

"Yyy... yes, yes, of course. I’ll get you a beer now.

A beer... How unromantic? Dana argued shaking her head from side to side. I have decided to advance our meeting, it was necessary.

"Necessary you say? Here is your beer, I’m sorry I don’t have Moscato, I know you like it.

I wanted fresh meat and I said to myself, why don’t we pay a visit to good old Ricky?

Our friend did not know why but that situation turned on the danger red light. Maybe he watched too many movies, but that encounter was not normal. Of course, his coworker was anything but normal. But at the same time, he was starting to feel a sexual arousal that was eating away his initial fears and any hint of rationalizing the moment was being devoured by a burning desire. That was like being on a rollercoaster in Coney Island...

Dana, now that Rick could watch her in detail, the lights were still off, she wore a beige linen dress-pant that revealed her turgid breasts, free of a cup that contains them. She seemed to have come out of a Penthouse Magazine. And if to that you add her cat-like movements and her childish voice. Admitting to have committed a mischief, the scene was sublime. Specially for a guy like Rick, sick of living such a monotonous life. Maybe his luck was starting to change.

What’s wrong boy, aren’t you going to show me your place? the she-wolf closed in her prey stealthily, wiggling at each step and parting her full lips, specifically design to kiss. She leaned on him and put her face close to a few centimeters, stroking the crotch of his trousers lightly with her thigh.

Rick had not had something like that in his damn life and if he told a friend, he would respond to leave those teen stories. Simply put, that could not happen, it was unreal. That made him to be alert to the huge push that Dana gave him in the direction of the sideboard, with immeasurable strength, and thus be able to put his elbows to the bump. All the fucking glass figurines exploded in unison, sneaking some down the collar of his shirt.

Rick did not know what to think. One of two: either she was a tremendously passionate woman who was into hardcore, or she was a psychopath about to have him for dinner.

The girl grabbed him by the neck, lifted him a foot off the cheap ocher carpet in the living room and threw him to the floor with astonishing ease.

What the hell had that been? Our friend was hit by a blow that left him breathless for a moment ... gasping like a fish out of the water. He had hit his right temple and started to bleed ...

God, he was getting a horrendous migraine! Rick was stunned watching his hand with that unreal red color. Curiously, that authentic blood seemed to come from a scene in a B rated movie that he liked so much.

Poor Rick..., I have to take you with me, I told you it was necessary to advance our ‘meeting’.

Her work companion made a face of not understanding a piece of what that beautiful woman was talking about. ‘Agh’ What a strong pain in the center of his brain! He had not felt a migraine like that in his life. He thought that he would black out in one of those unusual lock outs that he had been having since he was six years old.

Come on boy! Don’t tell me you don’t know...! Damn, this is good. This is going to be easy peasy. Don’t move.

So did the boy, half obeying his opponent, and half paralyzed by terror, as it happens to the fish on the sea floor when they see the light of a abyssal fish. It was partly due to the strangely bright look that came from her green eyes, with all Dana’s smeared mascara.

What are you talking about, what are you saying? Rick managed to babble I have nothing of value here... well anywhere

Hahaha... how funny you were Ricky? It’s a shame. And I even would have done it with you if we had time.

Well, we can have a break before you take me... but, what was he saying, his crotch was speaking for him.

Hahaha, pathetic, sweetie Dana added giving him a kick in the ribs that ended up making Rick deeply dizzy. He was going to pass out without remedy before the obtuse and curious look of a maniac. If that even was a person. The strange smell of the lady-warrior's sweat was surprising. It was a revolting stench. It was not lost on the boy that she had addressed him in past tense, as if he were no longer there. Or as if he would disappear!

Fear, terror, it was what he felt. And the feeling of weakening and losing consciousness was already an inescapable certainty. he had to do something before that happened.

He was weak, bleeding, sweating like a pig and with a rib pain that made him fight for every breath he managed to steal in that atmosphere laden with the oily and omnipresent smell of her.

What do you want Dana? Aaghh...agh... What...? What is it that you want?

"I want you, we have to go, they are waiting for us. You are too important and cannot stay here. Unfortunately for you it doesn’t matter if you come in a body bag. I can take you in both ways, trust me.

That whore was telling the truth, Rick knew it. In a semi-lucid moment, he could glimpse from the corner of his left eye, between flashes of fuchsia sparks, the face of the girl who was addressing him. But ..., that ..., that was not Dana. Aghh ...! he could not explain it. His beautiful face was slightly transformed into another being. Was she possessed by a demon or something? Dana came closer and closer, until she brushed her nose against Rick's cheek, and felt a putrid breath of Mordor sewer in her face. He had decided to attribute it to the migraine and all the pain in his side. Until Dana did it.

"What’s wrong baby? It looks like you have seen a ghost! Don’t worry man, it’s me, your sexual fantasy from the office, and I’m in your home, are you not happy? Do not disappoint me, sweetie, do not faint now. I know I'm hot, but not that much. What's more, I'm going to give you one last wish...

What the fuck does a las wish mean! Now he was really pissed off.

Dana knelt softly and with a smile that did not bode well, stood up to his crotch, sliding his zipper with his index finger and thumb, rummaging inside as if she had lost her car keys. Rick