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so fast-”
    Pockmark doesn’t get a chance to finish. Lucas clicks his fingers and the guy seems to disappear, his clothes falling to a heap to the floor. Then a second later, a large black beetle scurries from under the clothing and runs around the grimy wooden floor in a panic, turning this way and that.
    Lucas walks over and steps on the beetle, crushing it under foot, the beetle cracking and squelching under Lucas’ two hundred dollar shoes. “Scarab beetles,” he says while looking at Scarhead. “I hated them in Egypt. Gave you a nasty bite.”
    Scarface is visibly afraid now. There is even fear on his true demon face, which can’t help but reveal itself, a face that resembles a black skinned lizard goat with three eyes if you can imagine that. The demon’s yellow eyes are wide and twitchy. He is trying to teleport out of the club, but Lucas is preventing him from doing so by reaching into the lesser demon’s mind and blocking him. “Please,” Scarhead says. “Let me go.”
    Lucas raises his hand and Scarhead lifts off the ground like an invisible rope is tugging him by the neck. Both hands go to his throat. He is having trouble breathing. “I must say,” Lucas says as he telekinetically holds the other demon up in midair, “you show a disappointing lack of balls. I hope your boss is more formidable. Speaking of which--” He lets the demon go and Scarhead drops to the ground, to his knees. “Why don’t you take me to him now. I’d like a chat with him.”
    Scarhead chokes and coughs as he struggles to get his breath back, but nods at the same time. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll take you to see him.”
    Lucas smiles. “Good,” he says, knowing full well that Scarhead will end up paying dearly over his decision to bring Lucas to Dimitri’s lair, wherever that may be. Not that Lucas cares.
    Scarhead will just be one less demon Lucas will have to kill himself.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    It should be explained that demons don’t really die. For all intents and purposes, in Hell, a demon can be all but destroyed. Their demon bodies can sustain great damage and still regenerate over time. When said bodies are obliterated however (as often happens), either by a weapon of some sort, or by dark magic, the bodies don’t regenerate. Instead, the remains of their filthy vessels go to a place known as the Body Shop. The Body Shop is essentially a humongous factory in one of Hell’s lower levels. Its purpose is to receive the souls of the destroyed demons and place those souls into another receptacle, which almost always is some disgusting lower form of life like a marsh slug or a filth worm or just plain sloppy slime. Effectively, it is a complete reset for the demon soul, a punishment of sorts for allowing themselves to be destroyed in the first place. The demon soul retains all of their memories and experiences in their consciousness while they slime their way through the Shit Marshes, siphoning up the bubbling excrement before adding to it themselves by shitting it straight out again. How long this goes on for is anybody’s guess. Although it is supposedly possible to crawl or slime or worm your way back to being a higher form of life again, no one knows of any soul who has actually managed this. So in effect, you are worse than dead.
    When a demon is destroyed somehow while possessing a human host, the demon is “put on the elevator”, a euphemism for being sent back to Hell, whereupon they are processed in the Body Shop.
    This is the fate that befalls Scarhead within seconds of him teleporting into Dimitri’s lair along with Lucas. The second Dimitri sees that Scarhead has brought a stranger to the lair, the inept minion explodes in a shower of blood and gore. Next stop for him, the Body Shop.
    Lucas stands shaking his head, wiping at the blood and gore that has ruined his Italian wool suit. When he looks up at the demon responsible, he says, “Was that really necessary? This is a