e some incredibly old rich kid slumming from Upper Coolsville," Spyder said. "What the hell is a demon?"
"A fallen angel," said Count Non. "Demons are from Hell. They serve Lucifer, command his armies, run his cities and, when called upon, torment the souls that have been consigned to the underworld. True demons travel throughout all the Spheres and while they can seduce and despoil almost any creature that catches their fancy, they cant produce offspring. The demons that exist now are the same ones expelled from heaven long, long ago. Give or take a few. "
"What happened to the demons that arent around anymore?"
"The prophets tell us that a few managed to beg and cajole their way back into Heaven. Others are dead. Demons can be moody company and while a human exorcist can, for instance, expel them from a possessed body, they cant kill them. Only god or another angel can kill an angel, fallen or otherwise. "
"Or an angels weapon," said Spyder, pulling Apollyons knife from his belt. "This was made by a demon to kill demons. "
"The weapon is ready, but are you? You will have to get very close to use that. Youve never even seen a true demon. Will you be able to walk up to your worst nightmare and stick that toothpick in its gut, little brother?"
"The babe to my left is the killer. Im just here to hump gear and look pretty. "
"Youre doing a fine job," said Shrike.
"Thank you. Whered you get all this Trivial Pursuit data, Countdown?"
"I study life. Its what my people do. We are infinitely curious about the forms that life takes, from insects to angels. We know them and treasure them all. "
"Youre
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