Longmire turned from the scene of the battle. He had been far from the fight, but he had seen it all. Once again Longmire was surprised by Silas. The demon always found a way out, even if that meant pulling a surprise army out of his pocket.
He had known that Silas would eventually make it out of Hell, he was a demon after all, on his own turf. He just didn’t think it would be this quick. And then his other mistake, relying on Belial to take care of him. This was personal, this was between the two of them. God, fate, whatever you wanted to name it, had made its will known. He must take a more direct hand in Silas’ destruction.
He glanced down at the green ring on his finger. This was the real prize of this little venture. With this ring he had massive power at his command. It
