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the exhibit.
    I reached for the gun and pointed it at the monster.
    Bobby said it could kill anything up to an elephant. Just my luck that I had to come up against a possessed demonic elephant.
    Thank you, universe.
    A scream emanated throughout the now-empty exhibit. There he was − a kid clutching a stuffed giraffe and trembling as he stared at the monster.
    Great. More kids.
    Time for a diversion. Or rather, to be the diversion.

     
     
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    Here was my plan − yell as loud as possible so that the giant Behemoth possessed elephant would attack me, instead of a small, helpless, little boy.
    Very heroic right?
    Then the plan actually worked and the Behemoth turned its attention towards me. My screams were not part of the plan. From now on, it was all improvisation, or as I call it – the don’t-get-yourself-killed plan.
    Which sound ed easy enough until the Behemoth swiped its trunk at me.
    I heard the blades whistle by, missing my hairline by a breeze. Instead, the y met the gravel and left a pair of very deep grooves.
    Years of fighting horrors had its advantage. My body reacted and I fired at its exposed neck. The gun roared and buckled in my hand. It roared a lot but seemed otherwise unaffected. The trunk swung again, this time closer to the mark. I had to duck to avoid the scything blades.
    Suddenly , it charged. Those white tusks it had on each side jutted at me. My body crouched into a roll and I caught the impact on my side. The momentum of the blow sent me flying. I slammed into a wall and felt ribs break. Breathing became heavy and very painful.
    Almost immediately, my magic began healing my wounds. I felt the familiar trickle of heat as bones were set back in place. These weren’t light wounds − it would take some time until I fully healed. Time which I did not have.
    The Behemoth turned its gaze o nce more towards the kid.
    Time to call the cavalry. Or in my case, the kitty.
    Slowly, I reached inside my shirt and touched the ruby pendant I always wore. It served as a link between us, between master and familiar.
    "Amaymon, get over here , now," I growled through clenched teeth. Healing magic was all well and good – but it still hurt like hell.
    A patch of air in front of me cracked with static and distorted. Amaymon popped from it, flicking his tail in annoyance.
    "So , I guess you found the Behemoth," he quipped.
    "Save the kid," I rasped.
    Amaymon turned his head in the boy's direction and back. "No."
    A flash of pain went through me and I felt the last of the broken ribs mend. "What do you mean no ? That's an order," I growled.
    "Erik, I'm your familiar, not your butler. You do something for me and I do something for you. That’s how this works." Amaymon ’s intense, yellow eyes bore a challenge.
    I stood up and looked around for my gun. It had disappeared during my brief moment as a crash test dummy.
    "So. What's in it for me?" he challenged. "And I suggest you decide quickly. That thing looks like it's about to pounce at any second."
    "Fine. What do you want?" I asked exasperatedly.
    The Behemoth’s shadow covered the boy. I could smell urine in the air.
    "Two belly rubs a day for the next week and an extra-large jumbo box of cookies," replied Amaymon.
    I looked at him incredulously.
    "I'm a cat, Erik. There are only so many ways you can please me."
    "Fine, whatever, you got a deal. Now, go!”
    The cat had already vanished.
    The Behemoth's colossal body concealed the boy and I couldn't see anything. I heard another loud roar and the monster turned abruptly.
    There was no blood or signs of violence. Amaymon had gotten to the boy in time.
    Sword in hand, I rushed at the beast. A streak of azure energy arced towards one leg. The Behemoth was sent toppling forwards, the ground shaking under the massive weight.
    One of its claws swiped at me, but was easily evaded as my magic encased Djinn’s blade, elongating it. With the demon on the ground, I began hacking and slashing at it. It was helpless