Azazel grinned down at the gurgling child in the crib. "Been lookin' forward to this for a long time, kid!"
Sammy's tongue touched the carmine stain on his lips. His face creased into a puzzled frown and he started to whimper.
Footsteps thudded up the stairs and Mary burst into the room. "You!" she gasped in disbelief.
Azazel's eyes blazed yellow in the dark. "Fancy seeing you here!" he taunted.
Teeth bared, the mother lunged for her child.
The demon brushed her aside, propelled her up the wall and pinned her to the ceiling. "This might sting a little," he hissed.
