“I don’t know where Asmo is, but I know where Mara lives. Well, has lived. Sometimes she lives in the homes of people she possesses. She probably took him there.”
“Spit it out,” I say, getting annoyed.
“Above the coffee shop on main,” he says.
“That’s two doors down from Blair’s restaurant. You’ve got to be kidding me. What does she want with her?” I ask him, holding myself back from stepping into the devil’s trap.
“She wants her to be her vessel. It’s time that Lucifer is overthrown. Mara is powerful enough to do it. I’ve just been helping her reach her potential.”
We already knew about the vessel. But this far-fetched plan to overthrow Satan himself? Kas and I both laugh at the deluded demon in front of us. Many have tried to take over Hell as their own and failed monumentally. To think a demon with no form stuck on Earth could overthrow him is comical.
“Do whatever you want with the maid, but let’s go,” I tell Kas.
“We should kill him, it’s what our Lord would want,” she says.
“Agreed,” I reply, grinning at her blood thirst. She might seem like she doesn’t give a shit about Asmo, but it’s clear that’s far from the case.
“Darling,” Kas coo’s at the maid.
“Yes,” she replies in the trance.
“Strike him right in the heart.”
She lifts the blade, and Beelzebub rocks his body in the chair. “Tell Lucifer we said hi when you get back to Hell, fucker,” Kas says before the maid drops the blade down on his heart. His black inky soul drips to the ground like volcanic sand as it drags him back to Hell. His body following suit and crumpling to a no longer usable meat suit.
The maid leaves the circle and walks to Kas. “You did so good, darling.” She strokes the maid’s hair, smiling lovingly at her before Kas snaps her neck. The crunch is quick and quiet, her body rumbling to the floor. “Let’s go.” She rips the apron off of the maid and wraps the blade around in it before handing it to me and I place it in my pocket.
“Did you really have to kill her?”
“She wouldn’t have been able to live with what I made her do. She’ll enjoy herself in whatever resting place is chosen for her,” Kas says. I won’t admit it, but she probably has a point.
We leave the mess of this mansion behind us, three dead bodies. Detectives will have a field day with the case. I’m sure they’ll speculate about satanic rituals, and they won’t be too far off.
Kas and I both portal to the coffee shop. My elbow hits the windowpane of the door before sticking my arm through and unlocking it. No alarm sounds and we head to the upstairs loft of the shop. When I try to open the door to the room, it gives resistance.
“Fuck,” Kas says next to me.
“What is it?” I ask and she growls lowly.
“Something’s wrong with Stevie,” she says.
“You gave her your blood?”
“Like you didn’t give any to your little witch.”
I shrug my shoulders, knowing that I did give Blair my blood. But it was to heal her wounds, not to track her like she’s a microchipped animal. My phone buzzes and it’s Blair’s number. I answer immediately.
“Hey, babe, what—” I try to ask.
“Dax,” she says, sounding like she’s on the verge of tears.
“Babe, where are you? What’s wrong?”
“Can you portal to me? I need help, Stevie, she’s—” She’s definitely on the verge of breaking down, I’m about to portal right to her. Kas snatches the phone from my hand.
“Dax can’t come, but I will.” She hangs up the phone and I look at her like she’s insane.
“Your witch is fine, Stevie isn’t. I will go to them and bring them back to their house. You investigate this. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I can feel Asmo getting stronger anyway. It’s probably best that you find him and not me, I might murder everyone on sight.”
