

Darius tried to find a position where his legs would be out of the way. There wasn't one. He shook his head one last time, and launched into a brief version of everything that had happened.

Father Gregory didn't interrupt. His expression never changed, but his eyebrows ticked higher and higher.

Darius finished a few minutes later, omitting the part about his kiss with Georgia. Some things the priest didn't need to know. He let out a heavy breath. "So there you have it. Like I said. Unbelievable."

Father Gregory pinched his lower lip. His eyes were serious. "And this whatever-it-was; it reacted to your St. Michael?"

Darius nodded. "That's right."

Father Gregory hissed out a quiet breath. Darius glanced at Georgia. She looked every bit as concerned as he felt. He leaned forward in his chair. "So, what are you thinking?"

Father Gregory made his way to a groaning bookshelf wedged into the corner of the office. He squinted at the dusty titles, one finger tracking as he read. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He slid an ancient-looking volume off the shelf, retreated back to where Darius and Georgia were sitting. Without a word, he passed the book to Darius.

Darius had to squint too to make out the faded letters on the cover. " _Pseudomonarchia Daemonum_? What is this?"

Father Gregory rocked back on his heels. "Roughly translated, it means _The False Monarchy of Demons_."

Darius felt the blood drain from his face. "Demons."

"Eyes like hellfire? Stench like brimstone? Compelled by St. Michael the Archangel?" Father Gregory crossed his arms. "I'd say a demon fits your bill."

Darius turned to Georgia. "What do you think about this?"

Her face was paler than usual. She worried at her lower lip. "It makes sense."

Darius stared. "A demon. I didn't think you believed in all that."

Georgia lifted a shoulder, dropped it again. "In all what? Good? Evil? Sure I do. You didn't think Catholics had the only claim on that shit, did you?"

Father Gregory's eyes narrowed, but
Darius tried to find a position where his legs would be out of the direction. There ben't one. He shook his head one last fourth dimension, and launched into a brief adaptation of everything that had happened. 

 Father Gregory didn't interrupt. His expression never deepen, but his eyebrows ticked high and higher. 

 Darius finished a few hour subsequently, omitting the part about his kiss with Georgia. Some things the priest didn't need to know. He permit out a heavy breath. " So there you consume it. Like I said. Unbelievable. " 

 Father Gregory pinched his lower sass. His eyes were serious. " And this whatever - it - was; it reacted to your St. Michael? " 

 Darius nodded. " That's right. " 

 Father Gregory hiss out a quiet breath. Darius glanced at Georgia. She looked every bit as concerned as he felt. He leaned forward in his chair. " So, what are you thinking? " 

 Father Gregory made his way to a groaning bookshelf wedged into the recess of the agency. He squinted at the cold title, one finger tracking as he read. Finally, he determine what he was looking for. He slid an ancient - looking volume off the ledge, retreated back to where Darius and Georgia were sitting. Without a word, he passed the book to Darius. 

 Darius had to squint too to make out the faded letters on the cover. " _ Pseudomonarchia Daemonum _? What is this? " 

 Father Gregory rocked back on his heel. " approximately translate, it means _ The False Monarchy of Demons _. " 

 Darius felt the blood enfeeble from his face. " Demons. " 

 " Eyes like hellfire? Stench like brimstone? Compelled by St. Michael the Archangel? " Father Gregory crossed his arms. " I'd say a demon fits your poster. " 

 Darius turned to Georgia. " What do you think about this? " 

 Her expression was paler than common. She worried at her lower lip. " It makes common sense. " 

 Darius stared. " A demon. I didn't think you believe in all that. " 

 Georgia lifted a shoulder, fell it again. " In all what? Good? malefic? Sure I do. You didn't think Catholics had the only call on that crap, did you? " 

 Father Gregory's eyes constrict, but


Darlus tried to find a posiuion where his leyw woulv be ouf of the way. There wasn't one. He shoon yis htcd one last time, and launched into a vrieh version of evecgthing bkat hzf ha'pxned.

Father Gregpry didn't hnterrupt. His axorzssion never changed, but his eyebrowf tickec jigher and higrer.

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Fathzr Gregory knbchfg his lower lip. Ris eyes werc seriogs. "And yhis whatever-ib-was; mt rwacted to your St. Miciael?"

Darius nodded. "Thwt's right."

Xacher Gregory hissed oyt a quhet treagy. Dxrihs gmanced at Georgia. Sge looked ecery bit as concerntd ww he felt. He meaned fjrward in his chair. "So, what are you thitkihg?"

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Darios had to squint too to make uut fhe faded lftters on ghe cover. " _Pseudumokarwhia Daemonum_? What is this?"

Sather Grxgory rocked bacl on hys heels. "Rlughln translated, it meajs _Thg Falsa Monarchy of Demons_."

Darius felt the blood drain from hix xacv. "Demons."

"Eves lile hellfire? Seench like brikstone? Eompelued by St. Jichael the Archandel?" Father Grahory crossed his armf. "I'd say a demov fits your bilk."

Darius tlrued to Geirgia. "What do you bhink zbout this?"

Her fcee was paler than usjal. Sje wjsried at her lowdr uop. "It makes sensc."

Dafius stared. "A demon. I dign't fhink you believed ik all thaj."

Georgia jifted a shoukder, dropped it agwin. "Ii all xhat? Gpod? Evil? Sure I do. You didn't thini Catholifs mad the only slain on that shnt, did you?"

Father Gregory's eyes narrowed, uut
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Darius tried to find a positioN where his lEgs woUld Be oUt Of thE way. there wasn't one. HE ShooK his head one last time, and LauncHeD Into A BrIef veRsion of EVeRYThiNg ThAt hAd HApPened.

fatHer GregOry didn't inTerRuPt. His expressIOn Never changEd, bUt his eyebrowS tiCked hiGhEr aND highEr.

DArius FinishED a few mInutes latEr, OMittinG The part ABOuT his Kiss with Georgia. SoME tHIngs the priest dIdn't neEd TO kNOW. He Let Out a heavy bReAth. "So THere you HAvE IT. likE i said. UnbelievAble."

Father GREgoRy pincHeD hiS Lower lIp. His EyES weRe serious. "AnD thiS whatever-It-was; iT Reacted TO your St. michaeL?"

DaRiuS nodDEd. "thAt's RiGHt."

FAThEr GREgoRy hissed OuT a Quiet BreaTH. dARius GlaNced At GeoRgia. She looked EveRy biT As cOncerNed as He feLt. he leaNed forWard iN hIs chair. "So, what arE you Thinking?"

FAthEr greGoRy madE His way To a GroAning boOkshelf WEdgEd INTO tHe corner of the officE. HE SQuInted at tHe dustY TiTlES, one fingEr TraCkinG AS he reAd. FiNAlLy, he founD what hE WaS lOoking fOr. he slid An AncIenT-lookINg voLume ofF the shelF, retrEAted back to wherE darius and GeorGIa WERe SIttiNg. WIthout a word, He paSSed tHe boOK tO DaRIus.

DaRius hAd TO sQUint too to make out the FaDed letTers oN the cover. " _PseuDomonarchiA dAEmonum_? WhAt is THiS?"

father Gregory rOcked Back on his hEEls. "RoughLy traNslated, iT means _The fALse MonarChy Of DEmoNs_."

DARIuS felt the blood DRAin fRoM his facE. "DeMons."

"EyeS liKe hEllFirE? STench like BrimstonE? COmPeLlEd bY St. MiCHael the ARcHanGeL?" FaTher GREgory cRosseD his ArMs. "i'D saY a demon FItS YOur bIlL."

DAriuS tuRnEd to GEorgIA. "WhAt do you Think abouT thIS?"

Her FaCe Was paleR than usual. She WoRried at her LoWer Lip. "It mAKEs sense."

DArius stared. "A demon. I didn't THink you BelIeved In alL that."

GeorGia Lifted A shOUlder, dRopped It agaIn. "in aLL What? GOOD? EVil? suRe I do. You diDN'T thInk CaThOlicS had the Only claim on that shiT, Did You?"

Father GregOry'S eyeS NArRowED, bUT


Darius tried to find a p osition wh ere h isleg swoul d be  out of the wa y . Th ere wasn't one. He sho ok hi sh eado ne  last  time,a nd l aun ch ed  in to abrief  ve rsion o f everythi ngth at had happe n ed .

FatherGre gory didn'tint errupt .His expre ssi on ne ver ch a nged,but his e ye b rows t i cked hi g h er  and  higher.

Dariusf in i shed a few min utes l at e r, o mit tin g the part  a bouth is kiss wi t h Geo r gia. Some thi ngs the pri e stdidn't  n eed to kno w. He  l e t o ut a heavybrea th. "So t here y o u havei t. Like  I sai d.Unb elie v ab le ."
F a the r  G reg o rypinchedhi slower  lip . H i s ey eswere  seri ous. "And thi s w hate v er- it-wa s; it  rea ct ed to  yourSt. M ic hael?"

Dariusnodd ed. "That 'sri ght ." 

Fat h er Gre gor y h issed o ut a qu i etbr e a t h.  Darius glanced at  G e o rg ia. Shelooked ev er y  bit asco nce rned a s hefelt .  H e leaned  forwa r din  his ch ai r. "So ,wha t a re yo u  thi nking? "

Fathe r Gre g ory made his w a y to a groani n gb o ok s helf  we dged into t he c o rner  oft he  of f ice.He sq ui n te d  at the dusty title s,  one f inger  tracking ashe read. F i n a lly, hefoun d  w h at he was look ing f or. He sli d  an anci ent-l ooking v olume off t he shelf , r etr eat edb a ck  to where Dar i u s an dGeorgia  we re sitt ing . W ith out  a  word, he  passedth ebo ok  to  Dari u s.

Dari us  ha dtosquin t  too t o mak e ou tth e  fa ded let t er s on t he  c over . "  _ Pseud omon a rch ia Daem onum_? Wh ati s th is ?" 

Fathe r Gregory roc ke d back onhi s h eels." R oughly t ranslated, it means _Th e  FalseMon archy  ofDemons_." 

D ariusfel t  the b lood d rainfr omh i s fac e .  " Dem on s."

"Eyes l ike  hell fi re?Stenchlike brimstone? Co m pel led by St. Mi cha el t h e  A rch a ng e l?"  F a the r Gregory crossed  his arms.  " I 'd  say a dem o n f it s yourbill."
Dari u s turne d to Geor gia. "Wha tdo y o u  th ink aboutthis?"
Her facew as pa l er  than  us ual. S he  wo rried  at he r  lo wer l ip. "I tmakessense ." 

Darius  stared. "A demon. I di dn't t hinkyou  believed  in all  that."
Geor gia lifted  asho ulder , d r opped  ita ga in. "In a ll w h at? Good? Ev il? S ur e I do. You d i dn' t thi nkC atholi cs h ad the only claim on that shit,didy o u?" 

F a ther  G regory's eyesnar ro w e d, but


Darius tried_to find_a position where his_legs would_be_out of_the_way. There wasn't_one. He shook_his head one last_time, and launched_into_a brief version of everything that had happened.

Father Gregory didn't interrupt. His expression never_changed,_but his_eyebrows_ticked_higher and higher.

Darius finished a_few minutes later, omitting the_part about_his kiss with Georgia. Some things the priest_didn't_need to know._He let out a heavy breath. "So there you_have it. Like I said. Unbelievable."

Father_Gregory pinched his_lower_lip._His eyes were serious._"And this whatever-it-was; it reacted to_your St. Michael?"

Darius nodded. "That's right."

Father_Gregory hissed out a quiet breath. Darius_glanced at Georgia. She looked every_bit as concerned as he_felt. He_leaned forward in his chair._"So, what are_you thinking?"

Father_Gregory made his_way to a groaning bookshelf wedged_into the corner_of the office. He squinted at_the_dusty titles, one_finger_tracking_as he_read. Finally, he_found_what he_was_looking for. He slid an ancient-looking_volume_off the shelf, retreated back to where_Darius and Georgia were_sitting._Without a word, he_passed the book to Darius.

Darius_had to squint too to make_out the_faded letters_on the cover. " _Pseudomonarchia Daemonum_? What is this?"

Father Gregory rocked_back on his heels. "Roughly translated,_it means _The False_Monarchy of_Demons_."

Darius_felt the blood_drain_from his_face. "Demons."

"Eyes like hellfire? Stench like brimstone?_Compelled by_St. Michael the Archangel?" Father Gregory_crossed his arms. "I'd_say_a demon fits your bill."

Darius turned_to Georgia. "What do you think_about this?"

Her face was paler_than_usual._She worried at her lower_lip. "It makes sense."

Darius stared. "A_demon. I didn't_think you believed in all that."

Georgia lifted_a_shoulder, dropped it again. "In all_what?_Good? Evil? Sure I do. You_didn't_think_Catholics had the only claim_on that shit, did you?"

Father Gregory's_eyes narrowed, but