demon's true name gave a person great power over him.
"His name is Ba'el, and mine is Raze. We really are here to help you. This non-preter, Grime, is a danger to all of us, not just lycans and vampires."
A slender purple-haired man stepped from behind the demon with a smile. Allen inhaled and a subtle scent of frankincense filled his nose.
"You're an angel?" Shock rocketed through Allen. He'd never thought he'd see an angel and demon together.
Raze grinned with a slight wry tip to his lips. "Well, I guess technically now that Ba'el and I are together, I'm one of the fallen."
"You don't look like a fallen angel," Allen pointed out.
"I know. Thank God for that, right? I mean those guys look nasty. I'm hoping I'll keep my youthful figure for several centuries at least," Raze joked before looking back at Gianni. "You might want to shut the door. Ba'el does make an impression and we want to keep a low profile at the moment."
Gianni did as the angel said, but Bandit still didn't move from in front of Allen.
"How do we know for sure Max sent you?"
"First of all, do you really think Grime would use preternaturals to do his dirty work?" Ba'el sneered.
Allen tipped his head. The demon had a point there.
"Second of all, he told us to give you this."
Raze held out a small, circular object, and Bandit took it from him. Allen looked over Bandit's shoulder at the peculiar coin. Imprinted on one side was a wolf's head and, when Bandit flipped it over, Allen saw the impression of a five-pointed star. Bandit stared down at it for a moment before nodding.
"All right. Thanks for coming, guys. I guess Max had a vision or something."
"Nah. He told us to go to Canis pack territory and wait for you all to head out on your little adventure. We were to follow you and make contact with you when we thought it right." Ba'el nudged Raze with his shoulder. "I was all for not making our presence known until necessary, but the dude here decided we all needed to talk, so we can make some plans."
Allen stepped out from behind Bandit and looked up at the lycan, who nodded. Turning back to the newcomers, he held out his hand.
"I'm Allen, and this is Roman, my twin brother. We're on our way to take over our home pack."
Ba'el chuckled, but stayed silent. Allen got the impression the big guy didn't say much.
"Well, nothing like dreaming big, I say." Raze blinked. "Max didn't say we'd be taking part in a coup. Awesome. I always wanted to be part of a rebellion."
"Come and sit down. You're more than welcome to join our merry band of rabble-rousers." Allen pointed toward one of the beds. "I don't think the chair will stand up under your weight."
The demon shrugged. "Not much in this world does."
"Ba'el is considered small for a demon. Can you imagine what the others of his family look like? Totally scary, I bet. I wouldn't really know. We're kind of outcasts, you know. Not many angels and demons like each other." Raze flopped onto the bed, babbling as he went.
Allen and Roman sat on the other bed, while Bandit leaned against the dresser and Gianni took the only chair in the room.
"So what's the game plan?" Raze looked at each of them, his violet eyes gleaming with interest.
"We don't have one. We were still discussing things when you knocked." Allen folded his hands in his lap.
"How far are we from your pack's territory?" Bandit asked.
Allen shook his head. "I'm not sure. It's been over ten years since I've been there."
Roman scratched his chin. "We were drugged when we left the pack. We have no idea really. Just that we need to go north."
Bandit looked at Gianni. "You know. How far away are we?"
"Another four hours due north. We'll hit the city first, then after driving through, we'll run into pack land."
Bandit thought for a few minutes, and everyone kept as quiet as possible, which was a big feat for Raze. Allen saw him start to fidget and Ba'el reaching out to take his hand in his. What an odd pairing, but Allen guessed everyone had a
"His name is Ba'el, and mine is Raze. We really are here to help you. This non-preter, Grime, is a danger to all of us, not just lycans and vampires."
A slender purple-haired man stepped from behind the demon with a smile. Allen inhaled and a subtle scent of frankincense filled his nose.
"You're an angel?" Shock rocketed through Allen. He'd never thought he'd see an angel and demon together.
Raze grinned with a slight wry tip to his lips. "Well, I guess technically now that Ba'el and I are together, I'm one of the fallen."
"You don't look like a fallen angel," Allen pointed out.
"I know. Thank God for that, right? I mean those guys look nasty. I'm hoping I'll keep my youthful figure for several centuries at least," Raze joked before looking back at Gianni. "You might want to shut the door. Ba'el does make an impression and we want to keep a low profile at the moment."
Gianni did as the angel said, but Bandit still didn't move from in front of Allen.
"How do we know for sure Max sent you?"
"First of all, do you really think Grime would use preternaturals to do his dirty work?" Ba'el sneered.
Allen tipped his head. The demon had a point there.
"Second of all, he told us to give you this."
Raze held out a small, circular object, and Bandit took it from him. Allen looked over Bandit's shoulder at the peculiar coin. Imprinted on one side was a wolf's head and, when Bandit flipped it over, Allen saw the impression of a five-pointed star. Bandit stared down at it for a moment before nodding.
"All right. Thanks for coming, guys. I guess Max had a vision or something."
"Nah. He told us to go to Canis pack territory and wait for you all to head out on your little adventure. We were to follow you and make contact with you when we thought it right." Ba'el nudged Raze with his shoulder. "I was all for not making our presence known until necessary, but the dude here decided we all needed to talk, so we can make some plans."
Allen stepped out from behind Bandit and looked up at the lycan, who nodded. Turning back to the newcomers, he held out his hand.
"I'm Allen, and this is Roman, my twin brother. We're on our way to take over our home pack."
Ba'el chuckled, but stayed silent. Allen got the impression the big guy didn't say much.
"Well, nothing like dreaming big, I say." Raze blinked. "Max didn't say we'd be taking part in a coup. Awesome. I always wanted to be part of a rebellion."
"Come and sit down. You're more than welcome to join our merry band of rabble-rousers." Allen pointed toward one of the beds. "I don't think the chair will stand up under your weight."
The demon shrugged. "Not much in this world does."
"Ba'el is considered small for a demon. Can you imagine what the others of his family look like? Totally scary, I bet. I wouldn't really know. We're kind of outcasts, you know. Not many angels and demons like each other." Raze flopped onto the bed, babbling as he went.
Allen and Roman sat on the other bed, while Bandit leaned against the dresser and Gianni took the only chair in the room.
"So what's the game plan?" Raze looked at each of them, his violet eyes gleaming with interest.
"We don't have one. We were still discussing things when you knocked." Allen folded his hands in his lap.
"How far are we from your pack's territory?" Bandit asked.
Allen shook his head. "I'm not sure. It's been over ten years since I've been there."
Roman scratched his chin. "We were drugged when we left the pack. We have no idea really. Just that we need to go north."
Bandit looked at Gianni. "You know. How far away are we?"
"Another four hours due north. We'll hit the city first, then after driving through, we'll run into pack land."
Bandit thought for a few minutes, and everyone kept as quiet as possible, which was a big feat for Raze. Allen saw him start to fidget and Ba'el reaching out to take his hand in his. What an odd pairing, but Allen guessed everyone had a
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