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Another glass-rattling shake forced the bar’s patrons to look up from their booze, gambling, and other activities. A tingle of fear snaked down her spine. Outside. She had to get outside right now. She slipped out of her chair and left. Wet mist still blanketed the immediate area. In the distance a sickly greenish light pulsed over a cluster of trees. She ducked back in.
“Is there a portal around here?”
“Closest one is by the train station,” Janus answered.
“No other pockets of power close by?”
“Godsdammit. We’re about to have company.”
She shut the door but not before catching Azazel’s eye. Did he know what was about to spawn from the portal? That would just be the icing on the shit soufflé this evening had become. Charouth ran toward the commotion. Car alarms blared to life as the ground shifted and groaned. Windows exploded, spraying glass everywhere. The few people on the street ran for cover.
Oh, man this was so not good.
Usually when these things happened it was in a more remote area, not in the middle of one of the most densely packed cities on the planet. Three blocks away from the demon dive a massive wall of swirling energy opened before her. One slim tentacle emerged. It felt around the opening. Another tentacle joined it. Soon four “arms” grabbed the edges of the portal and seemed to strain as if pulling something out.
Oh, gods. She ran through her mental Rolodex of demons. Not many creatures ranked this big. None of the options were good. She needed help.
She raced back to the bar. Inside, glasses rattled. The floor shook. A few drinks spilled, earning muttered curses from their owners. Plaster from the walls and ceiling rained down. A crack appeared in the floor leading to the outside. This building and all the ones surrounding it were about to topple over like the last move in a game of Jenga.
“Something big and nasty is headed this way. We have to stop it.” The patrons scrambled for cover but no one came forward. Typical.
“Azazel.” Last resort. If he didn’t help her she’d get it from a higher authority. He stared at her unmoving. The red in his eyes swirled. He was thinking. Pissed off but thinking. A good sign.