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demons have no sense of irony, his animal form is a large, black dog.
    “Bite me, jackass,” replied Amaymon with a hiss.
    Mephisto’s form shimmered and a black canine the size of a small bear bared its fangs at the cat. “Gladly.”
    “Enough , Mephistopheles,” ordered Gil. “Behave yourself.”
    The dog transformed again and the butler took a step back, sulking.
    “So, what’s with the suits?” I asked Gil as I pointed at the two bodyguards.
    The more I looked at them, the more I realized something was off with them. For one thing, there was a faint emission of light from their skin. I concentrated harder, forcing my eyes to look beyond their physical bodies and at their magical forms. There was an explosion of light before my eyes started burning. I caught a faint glimpse of wings and pure white feathers.
    “Angels?”
    It wasn’t a question so much as a statement of how dumb my sister could be at times. You do not mess around with angels, or demons for that matter. Sure, their dimensions of Heaven and Hell were of opposite sides of our dimension, but we do not interfere to communicate. Those guys have been at war since the beginning of time – if that war moved to our reality, chances are all of us would end up collateral damage.
    “Since when do you employ angels?”
    “Calm down, Erik. There is an explanation,” Gil replied.
    “Better be a damn good one. You know as well as I do that those things can’t be controlled.”
    Angels aren’t exactly what they’re cut out to be.
    I mean , sure, they light up and bring joy to the kids but they are ruthless soldiers, first and foremost. They smite whoever and whatever they consider impure – and former Warlocks with no qualms about toeing the line tend to be at the top of their hit lists.
    “Is there an apocalypse I should know about?” Amaymon asked. I wish he were kidding. When angels come over, it means something big is about to happen.
    Apocalypse big.
    “These angels are merely on loan from a higher power. I had to invoke some assistance in order to deal with this issue,” replied Gil.
    I shrugged. “Whatever mess you got yourself into is not my problem.” I jabbed an accusing finger at her. “And don’t come whining to me when this comes back to bite you in the ass.”
    “I will deal with my own problems. In the meantime, I have a job for you,” she said as she rummaged in her coat. She pulled out a thick roll of bills and set it of the coffee table. “This is a down payment for the capture of a Behemoth-type demon. My resources are spread too thin and this monster will be troublesome. Do you accept?”
    I barely heard what she said. I was too bust drooling over the cash.
    “Yes,” I heard myself say.
    “Behemoths tend to possess and mutate animals. Maybe you could check out the park or an animal shelter,” said Amaymon.
    “Yeah.”
    Gil rose. “Whatever you do, your mission is search and destroy. Get rid of it.” Her voice was stone cold and authoritative.
    Man, I’ve always wanted a voice like that. Maybe I could finally get the cat to stop scratching at every stick of furniture around here. Gil and her entourage left without another word.
    Amaymon was the first to break the silence after they left. “A traitor? Like that place needs any more drama and back-stabbing.”
    I produced a fresh soda can, sat down next to him and drank heartily. I remember visiting our zoo as part of my training when we were kids.
    Gil was right − this stank of foul play. One can’t just walk up into the mansion. Magical barriers subconsciously repel any hikers. A team of wizard mercenaries protects the mansion on a twenty-four hour watch. That place was more secure than Fort Knox and the Pentagon put together.
    The zoo is located in the basement, two floors below the ground. Everyone visiting must go through a series of checks where all, family members included, must face a retina scan, hand-scanner, voice recognition scans, and squeeze a couple