The goal was to have everyone’s bodies filled with the liquid so they would be inhospitable to demonic repossession, because we weren’t done yet. Denise swam over in time to be enveloped in a bear hug from a newly un-possessed Spade. She’d jumped off the boat before detonating it, but her top looked ragged and lacerations crisscrossed her face from being in the blast radius. At least with her nearly immortal status, she’d be healed in hours. Ian still held Balchezek aloft. The demon’s skin looked red and irritated from the residual sea spray, but he’d stayed out of the ocean for more reasons than how the salt water would burn him. Balchezek tore away some of the duct tape that had kept the rectangular plastic container secured to his belt and opened the latch, pulling out a large rat. The rodent’s rapid heartbeat was audible even above the sound of the waves. Balchezek grinned at Wraith. “Look at your new home,”
What do You think about The Bite Before Christmas?
