Carnal Immortal
Chapter 165: Fickle Demon

Chapter 165: Fickle Demon

Juliana and the agent look at Amon with hope. If they can get their hands on the texts Amon is talking about, then maybe they have a chance to stop this sick killer before he kills again.

"This book. Can you lend it to us?" Juliana asks.

"I don’t have it here. It’s in my hometown back in Africa," Amon says. Disappointment washes over Juliana as she hears this.

"But if it’s for you, I can tell someone to send it over," Amon says. Juliana straightens up again and looks at Amon with hope.

"Will you do that?" she asks.

"How about Tuesday? Come by my place, I will have it by then," Amon says to Juliana. Juliana once again gets excited hearing this.

"How did you come across these texts?" the agent who has been silent for a long time finally speaks up.

"Inheritance, knowledge passed down from generation to generation," Amon answers.

The agent cannot disprove Amon’s statement and decides to remain quiet. His partner then comes back and whispers into his ear.

"Looks like everything’s just fine," Amon says to the agent with a smile. The agent frowns at Amon but doesn’t say anything. He still doesn’t trust Amon, even though his partner found nothing on him.

Everything Amon said about himself matches their files. There is no reason to suspect Amon for now.

"Do you see anything else?" the agent asks.

Amon looks around and shakes his head. "It’s just a ritual site. Once the ritual is done, there is nothing else left to do here," Amon says.

"Lieutenant, I want those texts as soon as possible," he puts the responsibility of collecting the texts on Juliana. Though annoyed by his tone, Juliana nods.

"Let’s leave since there is nothing here," the agent says and leaves with his partner.

The only people who need to stay behind are the low-ranking officers and the forensic guys as they still need to collect all the body parts. It will take them a lot of time.

"We should leave too," Juliana says.

"Sure, ladies first," Amon says with a smile. Juliana gives him a teasing, annoyed look and heads back to her car while Amon follows right behind. She can feel Amon’s eyes on her ass, so she decides to give him a little show since he has been such a great help.

She sways her hips a little more than usual, giving Amon the show he deserves.

Amon smirks seeing this. He follows Juliana and enters the car as she begins driving again.

"So, about your case. Do you want to continue with your charges?" Juliana asks.

"Well, I would have loved to, but I think this ritual killing is much more interesting. Promise that I will be part of the investigation and I will drop my case," Amon says.

Juliana stares at Amon as she contemplates his suggestion. ’Right now, he is the only one who knows how to read those words. His involvement will help the case,’ Juliana thinks and makes a decision.

"Fine, you can be a temporary police advisor," Juliana says.

Amon smiles and looks forward to uncovering the man behind the ritual killings. He wants to see what pushes a human in these modern times to use such dangerous old magic and go through all that trouble.

This man must have spent years traveling the world, piecing every little information he could derive from ancient tablets and murals to successfully figure out the ritual, and even then, the likelihood of him being successful is very little.

Because the demon in question is very fickle. Diathashes, class- Demon God. She is an extremely powerful demon who has authority over life and death. And since matters of life and death are fickle, she, too, is very fickle.

If this man succeeds and summons her, his chances of death are fifty percent. In the end, Diathashes will decide if she kills him to feast on him or grant him his eternal life.

And even if she does grant him eternal life, it depends on what type of eternal life will she grant him. One where he continues to age while his body rots but cannot die or one of eternal youth.

Amon is very interested in seeing the outcome.

Juliana drives Amon back to his house. "So this is where you live," Juliana says looking out the window and familiarizing herself with this neighborhood. She can never imagine living in such a nice, posh neighborhood with the little money she earns.

"Yes," Amon says. As Juliana looks at the neighborhood, she remembers Amon telling the agents that he is a teacher, so she wonders where he got all his money from.

"You said you were a teacher? Were you lying to them?" Juliana asks.

"Why would I lie to a government agent? No, I didn’t lie. I am a teacher," Amon says.

"No teacher drives expensive cars that cost millions and lives in such a nice neighborhood. Where did you get all this money from?" she questions.

"Inheritance," Amon says with a smile.

"Some people are just born more lucky than others, I guess," Juliana says.

"Indeed, but I believe you are very lucky as well," Amon says.

"Oh, how so? I work seven days a week, I hardly have time for myself, and I earn way too little for the work I put in. From the looks of it, I am not that lucky," Juliana says.

"You don’t know, but you are very lucky because you met me," Amon says with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, am I?" Juliana can’t help but find the interaction between herself and Amon very fun and charming. She realizes that she is starting to really like Amon but she knows she can’t risk having feelings for a guy like Amon, he is a player.

"Indeed, you are," Amon says.

"I don’t think so," Juliana says.

"You will understand soon enough," Amon says and gets out of the police car. He then looks at Stephanie’s house and sees Stephanie peeking through the window.

The arrival of the police car must have spooked her.

He smiles at her, calming her down. Stephanie sighs in relief seeing that the police are not here to check her house.

"So Tuesday..." Juliana speaks up to confirm while turning her head to look at Stephanie’s house as Amon is looking at it, but she finds no one.

"Yes, come by, I should have the texts by then," Amon says and bids his farewell to Juliana as she drives away.

Amon then returns to his apartment. With nothing else to do, for now, he turns on his PC and begins playing some games.

Hours go by and Amon finally turns off his PC. He needs to be somewhere right now.

Amon puts on a casual set of clothes and walks out of his apartment. He walks down the stairs and looks into Megan’s house and finds both Megan and Rea busy.

Megan is distracting herself with one of her favorite TV shows while his little Rea is practicing with the toys he bought for her.

He smiles seeing the dedication Rea has.

She is using both the vibrator and dildo at the same time, pleasuring herself. She is enjoying this learning experience much more than she expected.

Amon decides to let Rea continue practicing while he visits his new friend.

He gets into his red car and drives away.

It’s evening and the sun is about to set, the city has gotten a lot busier than before as people try to live frivolously during weekends.

Amon used his powers to do some little tweaking to the traffic system of the city so that he didn’t have to stop his car anywhere.

He soon arrives at another posh area of the city. The West Creek. This is where his newly made friend John Kanner lives.

He drives around the neighborhood without garnering any suspicion because of his expensive car.

With so many rich people living here, there are bound to be many preys he can dig his fingers into. It is, as they say, no one is truly ugly, they are just poor.

Amon finally stops his car in front of a large gated modern-style mansion and presses the bell.

After a few seconds, a woman’s voice comes out of the speaker up front. "Who is it?" the woman asks.

"My name’s Amon, I am a friend of John," Amon says.

"Oh, Amon, you are here, come in," John’s voice can be heard in the distance through the speaker.

The gate opens, allowing Amon to drive in. He drives up the driveway and parks his car next to John’s car. He gets out of his car and walks up to John’s house door.

The door opens and John welcomes Amon with a big smile on his face.

"Amon, my friend! You are finally here, welcome," John says with open arms. Amon smiles back and hugs John before bringing his attention to the beautiful woman standing behind him.

"And this must be your wife," Amon says as he checks out John’s wife. ’Now, this is one delicious piece of meat,’ Amon thinks, admiring the fine piece of work John’s wife is.

"Yes. Amon, this is my wife Linda. Linda, this is the friend I was talking about, Amon," John introduces them to each other.

Linda looks at Amon and is mesmerized by how handsome he looks. His handsome face consists of striking eyes, a strong nose, sharp jawline, all existing in harmony to embody the perfect masculine face.

But it’s not just his face, his height, his body, his frame, his stance, his muscles, everything about him screams exceptional. The perfect man.