title: Ghosts of Demons Past
author:  Matt Schiariti 
description: Matt Schiariti is an Engineer by profession, guitar legend in his own mind, and would-be author, time permitting. When hes not writing, hes reading. When hes not reading, hes enjoying a beer sporting a fancy name on the label. When hes not enjoying a fancy-named beer, hes most likely reading some more. Sometimes he does all three at once, to disastrous effect. Matt lives in southern New Jersey, with his wife, two children, insane dog, curious guinea pig, and three reclusive hermit crabs. He is currently working on another novel as well as several short stories. Ghosts of Demons Past is his first full-length book, but not his last. You have been warned. Here are some links should you want to find out more about what hes up to or just say hi. Twitter: https://twitter.com/Matt_Schiariti Official blog, Overly Verbose : http://mattschiariti.blogspot.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Matt-Schiariti-Writer/360351077411605 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6873499.Matt_Schiariti
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  ## Echoes of the Past
  
  
    
  
  
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  _( Demon squad - 4 )_
  
  
  
  
  
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  ## Tim Marquitz
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Echoes of the Past
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “My name is Hasstor. I bear word from Lucifer.”
  
  
  It took a second for the words to sink in, rattled as I was from being dragged
  from Earth and dumped into some backwater, cross-dimensional cesspool. Just a
  few minutes before, I’d been spending what I thought was my last minutes alive
  with Karra and mourning the loss of Abe, when the demon Xyx and his flunkies,
  black and White, showed up. Now, here I was, standing before their master. I
  don’t know what I was expecting from this forced meeting, but it certainly
  wasn’t a message from my not-so-dearly-departed uncle.
  
  
  There was fog in the air and it made my eyes water. Xyx, Black, and White had
  all faded into it after dropping me off. They were pretty much out of sight,
  out of mind because all I could do 