Red flames licked out from the hell pit, sampling the air, and then flickering to almost nothing as if even fire couldn't survive Paul's presence. I ticked my gaze from the fire to the mausoleum, not daring to blink, but the insane heat boiling up from the ground forced me backward - and right over a low headstone. I went sprawling.

"Dumbass piece of shit," I hissed as I scrambled upright. And then nearly tripped again.

The red-eyed demon hovered over the hell pit, flames ...