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Shit, Ash had been in his own head and a demon had snuck up on him.
         “I belong wherever I want,” Ash replied with attitude.
         “I have heard of you,” it said. It moved closer and Ash could see that it was human. Or at least, it used to be. The man’s face and limbs were distorted. They had been twisted and bent until they were nothing more than a gnarly mess. “You are the demon hunter. The slayer.”
         “What do you know of me?” Ash demanded. He knew it was only a matter of time before word got around, but Ash was very careful not to leave witnesses. Or he thought he was.
         “You work for him,” the man said.
         “For who?”
         The man shrugged. “If you don’t know, then I can’t tell you.”
         Ash resisted the urge to run his blade through this man’s throat. But he killed demons. Not humans. This man was not a keeper of Hell, but a resident. Perhaps a new tactic was in order. “I am looking for Rashaan. Do you know where he is?” Ash was hopeful that the man would want to help.
         He laughed. “Since when do you ask for help?”
         “Usually, I don’t. But you are here and my boots are melting. You can tell me what I want to know, or I can introduce you to my blade.” Ash pointed the knife directly at the man’s throat.
         The idiot just laughed at him again. “I don’t fear your blade,” he spat. “Do you think you can do anything to me that hasn’t already been done? No matter how many times you kill me, I will just come right back to be tortured another day.” He scratched his head in thought. “No, I will help you because I want to. Rashaan spends a lot of time on Earth. He likes to influence people and bring in new recruits. I suggest you look for him there instead of here.”
         Well that was fucking great. How was Ash supposed to find a demon that could look like a regular human on Earth? He would have no way of knowing who he was! But then again, maybe he didn’t have to look for him. “You tell Rashaan when he returns that I was here. Tell him I was looking for him.”
         “He will come after you, ya know,” the man said as he turned to walk away.
         “I am counting on it,” Ash remarked as he held the amulet in his hand.

CHAPTER FOUR
         Ash transported himself back to his home and quickly changed his pants and boots. The pants he was wearing were slathered in minion goo and the soles of his boots were melted. He tossed them carelessly into the trash and pulled identical items out of his closet. He stopped with his hand on the hanger holding his pants, and just for a second, wished there was something other than black in his closet.
         He shook it off, knowing that black was the only color he would ever wear. It helped to keep him hidden in the dark recesses of Hell and it didn’t show all the blood and yuck he regularly covered himself in. After he was sufficiently dressed, he raked a brush through his too long hair and set out for the hospital. He might just as well see if he could find that doctor who was seeing his sister while he waited for Rashaan to come find him.
         With his blades hidden all over his body, he walked out into the afternoon sunshine. He silently cursed himself for not bringing sunglasses. The sun was bright and burned his eyes. He didn’t do daytime. He was a night creature, just like the damned demons that he killed.
         He strolled up to the hospital and sneaked in through the side door so that he wouldn’t have to go through the metal detectors at the front entrance. He wasn’t in any kind of mood to try and explain all the hardware he was wearing. In just a few minutes, he found himself in the emergency room. He looked up and down the hallways, but didn’t see Dr. Tucker. And, he didn’t see Elizabeth either.
         Why, oh why, was he looking for her, he thought? Just because she was pretty and feisty didn’t mean