“They are a group of monsters who are in open rebellion against the Mostro Family.”
“And they are again…?”
“The family of monsters who rule over the city.”
“So, these rebel guys.” Seymour petted Day more frantically. “Did they kill my dad? Are they the ones who stole that fuckin’ robot’s head?”
“I do not know.” Sariel frowned. “Absolis and Vilanos said we would find the witness at the apartment.” He nodded at Day. “As there were no other spirits present, we must assume they meant her.”
Seymour looked at Day. “Is that you, lil’ girl? Do you know what happened back there?”
Day’s ear twitched, and she meowed.
“Okay, cute, but not helpful.”
“Meow?”
“Come on. Is there anything you can tell us ’bout the robot head or who mighta killed my dad?”
Day meowed again, more insistently.
“Sorry, lil’ girl. I don’t speak kitty cat.” Seymour sighed, and he nudged Sariel. “Don’t suppose you got any ideas?”
Sariel frowned. “I also do not speak kitty cat.”
“Okay. Did that troll guy say anything to you?”
“No. I am afraid I did not dedicate any time to interrogation.”
“Right, right. Just, you know, whoopin’ some ass and stuff. Got it.”
“It is most strange they attacked us at the apartment. I can only assume they must have been watching it.”
“Waitin’ for somebody to come by. Like us.”
“Yes.”
Seymour stared ahead at the crowded street, his heart sinking into his stomach. He had no idea where they were, and every fiber of his being screamed to find his truck, start driving, and never look back. He didn’t care about the money, his father, or anything else.
Fighting Godzilla put things in perspective, and all he wanted to do was go the fuck home.
Never leaving the house again.
Yup, that was fine.
He could order groceries on his phone and everything else through fuckin’ Amazon.
As if somehow sensing his distress, Day meowed and put her paw on Seymour’s cheek.
“Hey, I’m okay,” Seymour said with an uneasy smile. “Just, uh, this is a lot. My dad was apparently a witch who worked with faeries and maybe kinda got murdered over it. I guess you knew that, but I sure as hell didn’t. Fuckin’ crazy, right?”
Day meowed sadly.
“Dunno nothin’ ’bout the man, so this has all been pretty wild.” Seymour paused. “Plus all the monsters and stuff.” He looked back over his shoulder, looking to Sariel as he asked, “And, uh, speakin’ of monsters, where exactly are we goin’ to get away from aforementioned fuckin’monsters?”
“Hallowed Grounds is close.” Sariel placed his hand on Seymour’s shoulder. “It is in the territory of Mr. Q. Mostro. We should be safe there. Themostri ribelliare quite brazen, but I do not think they would attack us there.”
“Why? What kinda monster is he? Fuckin’ Bigfoot?”
