No, silly, it's banish.
"I banish you back to hell.Leave this house right now.You are not welcome here."
At least I managed to stop them from coming any closer.Although, why are they looking at me as if I'm the crazy one in this scenario?
I rack my brain for every movie I watched—well, the ones I hid under the covers and peeked at intermittently.I need their names.I have to say their names out loud.
"What are your names?"I demand, hoping they're really dumb demons and will just give me their names.
A deep, rough, and rumbling sound comes from the one with the deep gash on his cheek.It's his voice.There's an accent I can't identify, but it's raw and rough, making my senses tingle and the center between my thighs throb in a strange way.I have no idea why.
"I am NTRSTIA.This is RLXEAADNE and SRMUIAQ.We are the bloodlords of Kraukug."
The bloodlords of what?Never mind.
I have their names.Then I try to say their names.My brain can't even process what I'm hearing, not even a little.
"Say that again."
The one with the gash sighs, clearly annoyed with me, while the one with the scar across his jaw repeats their names, with a patience I appreciate.
"Thank you," I say, heartfelt, and then I butcher their names.No.Impossible.Is the pretty demon over there smiling at me like he's amused?He's not going to be amused when I send him back to hell.
I'm never going to be able to pronounce their names, but then I snap my fingers, still holding onto the sage, and grab a pen and a notebook that looks like a diary—my grandfather's girlfriend's diary.Sorry, Gladys.I promise I won't read anything.
I point to a clean page in the notebook and hold out the pen."Can you write it down, please?"
They look at each other and then back at me before the pretty demon steps forward and takes the pen.I nearly die of a heart attack at his closeness.Does hell really make their demons this big?Also, he smells like mint.Mint?
He hands me the book.
I stare at the arrangement of letters.What are NTRSTIA, RLXEAADNE, and SRMUIAQ?I couldn't pronounce these names if I had another tongue.
Wait...
I sit down at the desk.What if I unscramble them into something more manageable?That should work; surely, it's their names, just different.
Bingo.
NTRSTIA is Tristian.RLXEAADNE is Alexander.SRMUIAQ is Marquis.So much easier.
"Okay," I say, standing up."You, the grumpy one with the gash on your cheek, you're Tristian from now on.You with the scar on your jaw and the friendly demeanor, you're Alexander.And you, playboy, you're Marquis."
I take a breath and assume my stance.
"Tristian, Alexander, and Marquis, I banish you three demons back to where you came from."
