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She looked at him with pity. “So, you’re handsome but stupid. How sad. What do youthinkI was getting ready for? Revenge, you idiot. Was I not clear the other night? But it won’t come all at once. I’m going to drag this out. I’m going to make all of you as miserable as I am. And when Satan is finally freed from his prison, I will take my place as queen at his side. Those of you still alive will suffer the greatest torments anyone has ever known.”
Man, Logan liked his grandpa a lot better than his grandma. One was an angel who had fought Heaven and Hell to save humanity. The other was a psychopath.
Time to get the fuck out of here.
Cujo!To me!
“Nice hanging with you, G-ma,” he said, using Scotty’s name for Harvester. “But it’s late, and I have to report all of this to a lot of people before I go to bed—”
“If you put out a call to your hellhound, you wasted your time. No one but I can materialize directly into this shrine. Everyone else has to use the physical doorway and nearby Harrowgate.” She gestured behind her. “It’s right there. Go ahead and leave.”
Aaaand that would be a trap.
“What the fuck is your game, Granny? Did you bring me here to kill me?”
“Kill you? No, those bowels have already been spilled. I’ve moved on. There are far more satisfying things to do with someone than kill them.” She smiled. “Iwillsee a grandchild die, but I think for you…there are better ways to ruin you than taking your life.”
As if on cue, black, oily stuff began flowing from the sex organs of the eight-foot-tall male demon statues. Logan leaped back as some of the substance splashed close to his boot.
“What the—?”
He snapped his head back up to stare at Lilith, who, in the three seconds he’d had his eyes off her, had lost every stitch of her clothing. Except her stilettos. The pointed heels fit perfectly in two depressions in the ground, divots in the center of a glowing symbol in the stone, where she stood, long legs spread obscenely wide.
The black stuff from the statue closest to her streamed through a maze of channels on a path toward her. The oily substance spewing from the others began solidifying into crude humanoid shapes.
“You will be mine, Logan,” she called out. “Or you will kill someone you love. Your choice.”
His fingers tingled as he punched his power through them to summon a sword. “Neither of those will ever happen.”
She cast a bored glance at the blade. “Showing off the abilities you inherited from your father, I see. But a magic weapon won’t save you, my boy.”
Her laughter rang out as the oil spiraled up her leg. Logan watched in disgust and horror as it slithered like a serpent between her thighs and penetrated her. Throwing back her head, she cried out in ecstasy.
All around Logan, the other five blobs morphed into shiny black demons that towered over him, twice his height and sporting dicks made of blades as long as his arm.
Granny was seriously tweaked in the head.
“Take him,” she shouted at them. “Rail him until he’s bleeding from his eyes and begs for mercy!”
One of the dickblade demons wrapped his clawed hand around his penis-sword and gave an obscene pump of his fist, his eyeless face somehow managing to leer at Logan.
Oh, hell no.
Leaping into the air, Logan spun, kicking out at the bastard even as he landed a blow with his blade on another.
Both his boot and sword slipped through the things as if they were made of gelatin, and his heart sank. This was not going well. Determined not to end his day with bleeding eyeballs or impaled on a dicksword, he hit the ground at a run, dodging statues and vaulting across streams of lava as he made a desperate scramble for the exit.
Lilith screamed in pleasure, her body contorting grotesquely as the black stuff disappeared all the way inside her. Black veins pulsed atop her pale skin, and her eyes, black as night, tracked him as she moved to block him. He swung his sword but, like the Jell-O cockblade demons, his weapon slid harmlessly through her.
The demons closed in, surrounding him, their meaty fists closed around their phallic swords.
Logan rarely felt real terror. But right now, he felt the first stirrings of panic at the increasing risk of being skewered by those things while Lilith got off on it. Hastily, he reached for his most devastating weapon, the one he called a soul bomb. The one he hadn’t used in decades.
Power filled his veins with fire and ice, setting his skin aflame even as a spear of burning cold shot down his spine.
The energy flowing through him, drawn from both Heaven and Sheoul, was divine and evil, pleasure and pain, and he shouted in exquisite agony as he filled to bursting.
A heartbeat before he burned himself to ash, he released the bomb.
