“This is what happens to the good guys,” Shade explained, her voice oddly calm. “They end up getting chased down the road by a giant demon.”
Anne didn’t want to ask why Shade was so calm, at least in that particular moment. Because Shade’s calm allowed Anne to calm down a little bit — if her literal partner-in-crime wasn’t worried, surely she must have something up her sleeve.
In point of fact, Shade did have something up her sleeve: the ability to teleport out of danger if things got too crazy.
It was probably for the best that Anne didn’t ask, since it allowed her to stay calm in the situation.
“Blargh blargh blargh,” the giant demon Nomed explained, chasing them. “I am Nomed, seventh son of the demons Pmurt and Ainalem, brother of Aknavi, Cire, Dlanod, Ynaffit, Norrab, and Rehto.”
He was about what you’d expect from a demon — very red, decently muscle-y, and carrying a pitchfork. The only thing that was odd was how big he was — around the size of a two-story house.
“Blargh blargh blargh,” the demon continued, “I am Nomed, forty-ninth grandchild of the demons Neddih and Egassem, the demons who birthed Luap, Si, Daed, Uoy, Diputs, and Srekcufrehtom.”
“Why is he giving us his whole family tree?” Anne asked, taking a sharp turn onto Northwest Third Avenue, the Boca Raton Bible Chapel on her left, the Torah Academy of Boca Raton on her right.
“Some Bible thing, probably,” Shade said.