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trying to decide what to do about him. “I find you hard to read,” he says. “That disturbs me.”
    “Like I said,” Lucas says. “I’m just a businessman.”
    After staring long and hard at Lucas, Dimitri flashes a look at one of his minions.
    Then it begins.
    What Lucas has sensed coming from the second he entered the place.
    It is an all out assault. Every demon bar Dimitri attacks Lucas en masse, from every side, including from above.
    Lucas teleports at the last second into the center of the place he is in, which appears to be some kind of warehouse.
    He stands now with a dozen demons heading towards him, some running, some flying, others teleporting right up beside him.
    The teleporters attack first, their full demon faces on display, talons and fangs bared, intending to rip Lucas apart, to force his demon spirit to evacuate the human body he possesses. Once his spirit becomes disembodied, they would no doubt trap it with dark magic and banish it straight to Hell. It is how demons deal with other demons.
    Only Lucas does not intend to let that happen.
    With a speed and power that shocks those attacking him, he decapitates four of the demons inside a split second.
    While dodging balls of red energy being thrown at him by one of the higher level demons, he rips the spine right out of another demon, while at the same reaching into the minds of two others, forcing them to stop in their tracks like they have suddenly lost all of their ability to move even an inch.
    As he rips the head off another two demons who try to attack him with knives forged in Hell, he takes one of the knives and throws it at the demon who is still hurling blasts of energy at him, energy which would instantly incinerate Lucas from the inside out.
    The knife Lucas throws hits the energy hurling demon in the chest. The demon looks shocked until bright orange light bursts from his every orifice.
    Enjoy the down elevator, Lucas thinks, just as he rips the hearts out of his last few attackers, their demon spirits abandoning their ruptured bodies in a trail of black smoke.
    He turns to look at the last two demons he is still holding in place with his mind. Lucas allows his head to fall to one side, then clicks his fingers. The two demons both explode in a burst of red which slaps wetly on to the smooth concrete floor. No black spirit escapes from either body. That’s because Lucas makes sure the demons get an immediate one way trip back to Hell. A little trick he picked up from a demon he helped once here on Earth. Handy if you want to make sure the demon you are putting down doesn’t come back for you some other time in a different body.
    “You’re going to owe me for all these minions you just destroyed.” Dimitri is standing not far from Lucas, poking the charred remains of one of his demon lackeys with the sword he still holds in his hand.
    Does this demon’s arrogance know no bounds? Lucas wonders, then thinks, Of course not, he’s a demon. “I could have done without all this,” he says. “This isn’t why I came here.”
    “You said that already,” Dimitri says, walking to within a couple of feet of Lucas now. “But I needed to see it. I needed to know what I would be up against should we not come to any agreement.” Dimitri is circling Lucas now, twirling the sword as he moves.
    “Come on, Dimitri. Just tell me how much you want.”
    “That depends what for. What do you want…whatever your name is?”
    “Lucas. Lucas Rameses.”
    “Rameses. Like from ancient Egypt? That Rameses?”
    “The same.”
    “Well, you have been around for a while, haven’t you? Maybe even as long as me.”
    “I couldn’t help but notice the chair you are sitting in. It belonged to King Rameses the second. My father, once.”
    Dimitri stopped his circling and let the tip of his sword rest on the floor. “Shut up,” he says. “For real?”
    “Yes. Not that I had much to with him back then. I recognize the chair though. Not his throne, but