"Lothan," Eislinn whispered, as metal whistled through the air and the demon's head was separated from its body. It bounced in a grotesque barrel roll and landed at Eislinn's feet. She swallowed and looked up at the apparition standing, sword in hand, over the headless husk.

Lothan von Deimos groaned and shook his head. His own demonic shape shimmered back into his human guise, complete with impeccably cut Italian suit. The wickedly curved scimitar disappeared. His silvery ...