Satan waved his hand and burned a pentagram into the ground and ordered us all inside. I’d never seen this done before and this was one of those angel things the rest of us didn’t really know about. This was as new to me as it was to Sydney.
This place gave me the creeps. Celix really should have told us this place was really haunted. I didn’t know how he would have known ghosts were real sinceIdidn’t know ghosts were real, but he should have known, anyway. Kujo didn’t know, either, and he was grinning like a psychopath because he was actually insane. Actually, scratch that. Sydney looked a little excited, too. More curious than excited, but she didn’t look as nervous as I felt.
I might actually be falling in love with this woman and she was so far out of my league, it wasn’t funny.
“Do you remember the words?” Satan asked.
“Yes,” Wrathhog said, clapping hands with her dad.
None of us knew Enochian. I never knew if they thought demons were filthy beasts who didn’t deserve to speak the language or angels or they just wanted to slag us in a language we didn’t know.
When they started chanting, it was just eerie out here. The more they went, it was like the temperature dropped and it got darker. The wind picked up to the point it was practically howling. That was when the ghosts came. It wasn’t their spirits as they were in life. It was how they died.
“Ah! Lava monsters!” I yelled.
“Holy shit.”
We were in a tornado of about fifty angry ghosts. They were screaming at us in a language that was much older than I was. I had no idea what they were saying, but they were pissed about it. The pentagram we were standing in was some kind of protection field. When they realized someone was trying to send them somewhere, they started trying to attack the force field.
It was like some kind of electric field. Every time a ghost slammed against it, there were sparks flying off of it. Did Satan and Wrathhog know what they were doing? It was almost like the ghosts were getting a little more solid. It was getting tense and a little scary. I was much more comfortable when I had a target to hit. I didn’t think ghosts were affected by my magic.
The spirits started glowing red and shrieking louder like they were in pain. Then the red started turning to gold, and the spirits were screaming less. It was hurting my ears. Eventually, the screaming was done, and the spirits were at peace.
They eventually dissolved into nothing. I didn’t know where they ended up. They were older than Christianity, but at least they were no longer stuck here.
We hadn’t been accosted by other angels. The imp would have heard that and contacted their master. We still needed to go in the volcano. This was the part I was comfortable with. I had a target with an actual body to deal with.
Sydney slid one hand in mind and the other in Celix’s. She felt nervous. I got it. It wasn’t about ghosts or rogue angels. She would be meeting her father for the first time. I gave it a comforting squeeze.
“You ready?”
“Am I allowed to say no after that shit?”
“No,” Kujo said.
“Dick.”
“You’ve come this far,” Celix said.
“Then let’s rescue the King of Hell,” Sydney said.
That was my girl.
So, that was a thing. It was terrifying. There were other things rushing out of the bottom of the volcano with their dicks out. I only knew they were imps because of Kujo’s drawings. Why were their dicks out? They have knives like they wanted to fight. There were about twenty of them rushing at us. Fuck me. I had no problem fighting, but Ididhave a problem when their dicks were out.
They were just…flopping and ugly. And hairy. I was also sure all the imps were drunk. The imps barely came up to my crotch, and they were this weird, greenish-gray color. They had a bulbous nose and really huge eyebrows. Basically, they were just as ugly as their dicks.
“Look out!” Celix said, tackling me.
A knife sailed over my head straight for Wrathhog’s face. She easily caught it and flung it back at the imp who threw it. It buried in his chest and he fell over dead.
“Oh, you are so teaching me that!” I yelled, scrambling to my feet.
The imps were throwing knives and magic, but I realized their magic wasn’t that strong at all. I decided to be a badass, pick up one of the stray knives and fling it at one of the imps. Yeah, I’dthoughtabout throwing knives at people in the mortal realm, but I’d never actually done it. I tried one of those axe throwing places, but this was completely different.
Yeah, I sucked at throwing knives and those little bastards laughed at me. The knife sailed right past them and bounced off a tree. Kujo laughed at me, so I flipped him off.
“You’ll get them next time!” Nero called.
