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“The Devil? No,” he said, and his lips twitched a bit at that, as if it was a silly assumption to make. “He’s the oldest of all of us, so he took it upon himself to learn all about this plane and the people, then he shares it with us.”
“How long has he…been here?”
“He got sucked up couple hundred years back, I think.”
“I’m sorry. Sucked up?” I asked.
“Yeah, that part is a little sketchy. We don’t know how Ace and the others came up originally. A Hellmouth must have been opened. That was how my brother and I came through. Not long ago,” I added. “Ace was opening a Hellmouth.”
“But… why?”
“So he could go back home. He had a witch who was powerful enough to pull it off. Then there Daemon and I were.”
“Witches exist too?” I asked, feeling dizzy enough with all this new information that I went ahead and took a seat on the couch.
“They are. All different kinds. The woman with the baby you saw? That was Lenore, a witch.”
“What else exists?” I asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. Warlocks, of course.”
“Of course,” I agreed, but my voice was tight. Warlocks? Seriously?
“Vampires, shifters, demonslayers…”
“I’m sorry. Did you just say vampires?”
“Yeah. They’re a sort of demon. Shifters too, in a way.”
“And the demonslayers are here to kill you?”
“Yes. And no. We can’t be killed,” Bael said as he waved around the house, indicating him and his friends, I guessed.
“I need more than that,” I admitted.
“There are… ranks of demons, I guess you could say,” he told me as he lowered down on the other side of the couch, keeping a whole cushion between us.
Which was good.
Except, some small, base part of me said that the last thing I wanted when it came to Bael was space.
“Okay. That makes sense.”
“You have lower-level demons. They’re the sort to possess and shit like that. Easier to kill. Then there are your vampires and shifters who have to be killed in very specific ways.”
“Right,” I agreed, figuring that all the folklore surrounding them was not lore at all, just fact that became lore when people stopped believing.
Like the myths, it seemed.
“Then there are high-ranking demons. The ones who live in Hell and punish the sinners.”
“That’s you?” I asked.
“That’s me. And the rest of us. And because of that, we’re immortal. We don’t get sick. We can get hurt, but we heal quickly.”
“No wonder,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” he asked.
