Thick smoke choked the dark room nestled in the back of a western like bar sitting in a town in the Wrath ring of Hell. Rustling sounds preceed the arrival of three vicious looking demons. One had two round beady eyes, set inside of a tall red and black hat that fell to the neck, which was attached by stitches. It was tall and very thin, almost like walking coat hangers covered in bloody fabric. It had a gllwning chain around the neck that led back behind him.
The second was the hell-hound, Rygen. He had no eyes, only slits where they once were. Rather, around his muzzle was a mechanical device that enhanced his smell so much that it served as his eyes as well as gave him super powerful smell.
The third could not be described easily, it was taller than the others, bulkier and distorted. It stayed more hidden than the others as smoke bellowed around it, coming from a cigar in its mouth that acted like living smoke shrouding it. One eye blinked, but the other was a globe of mystical energy, sparking with electrical fire. As the smoke swirled, a large red X could be seen where its heart would have been, if it had one. It held the chain attached to the first and tugged on it roughly. As if to remind the lanky one of its place.
"Are you sure of your source?" The smokey man growled
"Yes, Master. He is in Hell. In the pride ring." The lanky demon croaked as its neck cracked under the chain.
"And Solas will be here next month, with the book?" The smokey demon asked.
"Oh, yes."
Rygen licked his lips. "And I will get to feed on her?"
The smokey man patted Rygen on the head. "Yes." and laughed heartily, swallowed his cigar and chewed it gleefully "Soon, my dear Samedi, Rygen, we will find Angel and Charlie Morningstar..." as the smoke cleared from the demon's face, the familiar visage of Bible's face took shape and he hissed, "And we will have our revenge!"
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Yet to come: Angel's Demon – Bible's Revenge