Latenight Hangout

Even though Mammon could now be easily tracked through it's shadow, chasing after the patron of greed and confronting it was still an uneasy concept. Many council higher-ups would tremble at the idea of facing down a lord of sin, especially one whose abilities had not been fully assessed. In all his recorded summonings, Mammon was a patient and mostly passive demon who preferred to be in the hands of a similarly avaricious master who would allow the wealth to flow in for both of them. This laid-back attitude didn't seem to be present in Mammon's current summoned self, and that was likely do to the demon's lack of master. All demons react differently around their masters.

The night after their debriefing, Kole told his team to meet him at the marketplace of Faneuil Hall. It was all part of the plan, as was the decision to bring along Carahya Faroth. Despite her hesitation to have anything to with "shadow-ass", the young shapeshifter felt oddly content with being there if it meant that she could see the end of the demon who murdered her boyfriend.

Mammon, I fuckin' hate you.

The name of the monster was deeply emblazoned into her psyche, no thanks to her new "mentor" Tibias. The englishman had been nice enough to tell Carahya what the hell she was fighting, but still managed to anger her by refusing to turn down the grim reaper's awful plan. It was a plan that would require Carahya to shut off her emotions and resist the urge to kick Shadow-ass right in his shadow balls.

There she was in the middle of a food court three hours after closing time dressed in the clothes of her dead boyfriend's mother, Morgan Fortier. She could feel that the rage inside of her was still boiling from the moment Shadow-ass tossed her that pile of clothes and told her to take Morgan's form.

"Demons typically respond to the call of the last master who summoned them." He had said to her. "If you put these on and speak Mammon's homing incantation in Ms. Fortier's voice, chances are that he'll come here..."

Carahya seethed. If you needed Morgan's voice so badly, you should have thought of that before he murdered her in her own home, Shadow-ass. Carahya wanted to say that, but couldn't because her mouth was full of the demon's filthy, stomach-churning language. The incantation was excruciatingly long and made her feel progressively sicker as she continued. It was unfathomable to Carahya that Ms. Fortier had been put herself through this when she decided to summon a demon. Morgan had been such a sweet woman in life and it was hard to imagine her or any rational human willing to burn their tongue on these demonic phonics. Then again it wasn't completely implausible considering that her new mentor's supposed squeeze, the purple-winged angel named Keera, was reading the grotesque words without so much as batting an eye.

"...Mmersas sotha..." The angel dictated. Carahya tried to repeated her, but some of the words didn't feel like they even had a pronunciation. Keera corrected her when ever she missed one and after a grueling and slow process, they finished the incantation. As the last word left Carahya's mouth, the shapeshifter felt the angel's hand on her shoulder.

"Finished." Said the angel. Keera then turned to address the surrounding shadows. "Kole, we've finished."

"Good, I was starting to become impatient."" Carahya could have sworn she heard the night speak, and it sounded like Shadow-ass. She glared at the darkness, but she couldn't find any trace of the grim reapers actual physical body. It was really odd for her to be taking orders from nothing. "Mammon is on his way now. He'll probably come crashing through the wall in about twenty minutes. Everyone should hold their positions until then."

A small cascade of acorn shells fell from down the upper level. Kole's voice became stern. "Royal! Stop pointlessly reloading. You'll waste all of your ammunition that way."

Carahya looked up and saw that Shadow-ass' blonde-haired minion was now holding what at first glance appeared to be a sniper rifle. Upon a closer look, Carahya could see that the gun was ornately carved and made of wood.

"Sorry, Kole." Royal clucked. "I just can't help myself. Every time I crank this thing, I start feeling like an action star."

"Calm down, Mr. Holligan." Said Tibias, who was sitting at a table and drinking some disappointing tea from a can. "I don't think the newcomer is impressed. Besides, she's too young for you."

"What makes you think I'm doing this to impress her?" Royal said. "I can't even remember her name."

"That hasn't stopped you before." Tibias said.

"Tibs, please, not in front of the newcomer." Royal replied.

"How worrying." Tibias toss the can of piss-tea aside. "It looks like I've actually struck a nerve."

"Struck a nerve?" Royal blurted. "You've got nerve!"

The two man continued to banter in an almost sportsmanlike manner. Carahya rolled her eyes, but was surprised to hear that Keera was quietly giggling next to her. Is this how they act when their about to fight demons? She thought.

There was annoyed shift in the shadows. "That's enough." Kole said, slightly raising his voice to show dominance. "Maintain your positions silently until further notice."

Guess not. Carahya felt herself smile slightly, but then became serious again. She blinked and saw the face of the demon coming closer. The real question was why did she know that face?