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It would be useful to know which of these, if any, were operating here: but Susan’s arrival had made it impossible for me to fish any further.
‘We will,’ Susan said, presumably referring back to my begrudged ‘Have a good time’, or whatever it was I’d said.
Juliet made a sour face. ‘Ideas,’ she said.
‘Nothing wrong with ideas, Jules,’ Susan chided gently.
‘No. But my comfort zone is flesh.’
On which note I said my goodbyes, feeling none too happy.
If Juliet wasn’t going to play ball, I was left with Asmodeus.
Bigger, for one thing. Meaner. And living inside my best friend.
Rafi only started playing with black magic after he met me and saw the things I could do. This was during my brief, abortive stint at university, when he was an elegant wastrel and I was a working-class Communist with a chip on my shoulder the size of the Sherman Oak. We vied briefly for Pen’s affections, although Rafi never had any doubt that he’d win in the end.
Rafi was never part of the exorcist fraternity: he was just an enthusiastic amateur with a sharper mind than most who mixed and matched necromantic rituals until he put one together that actually worked. But he was never a completer-finisher, either, which was the first part of his downfall. He left out one of the necessary wards, and the magic circle that should have kept Asmodeus safely contained was fatally flawed.
A lot of things could have happened at that point: demonic possession is a fairly new phenomenon, and not all that well documented. What actually happened was that Rafi became delirious and got so hot he actually seemed in danger of catching fire. His girlfriend called me, and I tried to carry out an exorcism.
That was the coup de grâce. I’d never encountered a demon before, let alone one as powerful as this.
"For Rafi it was effectively the end of any kind of normal life. A human soul is pretty lightweight when weighed against one of Gehenna’s finest, so Asmodeus would surge up and take the driving seat whenever he felt like it.






