frantically, "Kelly, he's a demon. He wasn't in the Abyss as an angel, I'm sure of it. He says he doesn't want to go back. When I asked him if I'd summoned him from Hell he actually laughed and said, 'I wish.' Now, what do I do?"
"If a demon wants to stay in this dimension there's not much you can do. You can perform an exorcism on a demonic spirit, but not an actual physical demon. I can try and contact Father Henry and pose a few questions to him."
Brianna felt like jumping up and down like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum. Was Kelly not listening to her? "What do I do now? The demon is in my shower, Kelly. Are you even listening to me?"
"Is he violent?"
How the hell did she know? Weren't all demons violent? "Probably." She recalled his invitation.
You may join me in the water…
"Where did you say he was? In your shower? What next, dinner and a movie?"
Before Brianna could respond to Kelly's flippant attitude, a bright flash of light illuminated her bedroom and she held her hand over the receiver. Shit, not again. No wind had come through her house as it had done earlier. The lights hadn't flickered. Had he gone back?
She walked into the hall and noticed the door to the bathroom remained closed, the light shining underneath the doorframe. She heard talking in her living room. She went past the bathroom, farther down the hall until she reached the sound of voices.
Standing in the middle of the living room were three men, all dressed in casual attire that looked ridiculous on them. They were wearing jeans and T-shirts, completing their look with combat boots. There was not a piece of clothing in all of Los Angeles that could make these three inconspicuous. All stood well over six feet tall with long blond hair that shined as though touched by the sun. They glowed with an otherworldly aura that framed their bodies. She'd never seen anything like it.
And each had obsidian eyes.
She brought the phone back to her ear as she backed up into the hallway. "I think I'm looking at your angels. Do you think they're here for him?" They had their eyes trained on her as if she was the prey and they were the hunters. As they followed her with their eyes she went weak in the knees. "And if they are, what do I do?"
"Get out of their way. Now. Angels are not the sweet, compassionate beings we've come to know through religion. They can be terrible, and sometimes worse than any demon has ever aspired to be. They are probably there for the demon. Get the hell out of there."
Chapter Two
Brianna bolted back to her room, panic rising through her body like bile. When she arrived at her bedroom door she came to an abrupt stop. The demon held the brown leather spell book on his lap as he lounged against the pillows on her bed. His long, blond hair, still wet from the shower, fell around his face.
He calmly thumbed through the spell book she had used to summon him, a bright yellow towel around his waist, as three angels stood in her living room ready to take him back to his damnation.
He looked up at her thoughtfully, his tar-black eyes resting in the general area where she stood. "Interesting. How did you read this? It's in the demonic tongue, which I have not yet heard you speak."
She wasn't sure who she was more afraid of—a half-naked demon lounging on her bed conversing with her, or three angels currently residing inside her house. "Are you aware there are three—?"
"I am aware. They are here to take me back." He turned his attention back to the book and smiled. "Let them try."
Was he insane? He had to be. Even if he was as powerful as the beings in the living room he had to understand there were three of them and only one of him.
Could he be that confident in his abilities?
A presence approached, as profound and horrifying as the entity stretched out on her mattress. She quickly shuffled to the other side of the room, searching for a place to hide, leaving the demon to fend for himself.
To hell with him. Literally.
She'd be the first to admit this was partly her problem. But the last thing she was going to do was put herself between a demon and three angels sent to apprehend him.
He glanced at her as she settled herself against the far wall.
"Sorry, but you're on your own, dude." Common sense told her the space of a small bedroom was not enough to keep her safe as a demon and three angels went toe to toe.
He smiled as if amused by her actions. "You have no need to concern yourself. I am out of their imprisonment with no intentions on returning."
Like she cared about his issues at the moment. Let them take him. It would save her the trouble of having to find a way to send him back. All she wanted was to stay in one piece as they did so.