IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG to capture the little weasel and bring him back inside the church.
“I want you to look at what you’ve done,” I said, holding him by the scruff of the neck.
His friends’ blood splattered every wall of the church and its rotten pews were covered in viscera. As we walked up to the altar where the summoning took place, I nudged his friend’s disembodied head with my foot. “Is this how you thought tonight would go . . . what’s your name again?”
“Greg, ma’am.”
“And is this how you thought this night would go, Greg?”
Greg shook his head. “N-n-n-no, ma’am.”
“Then what did you think would happen when you summoned a demon?”
“We—we didn’t think anything would happen. We thought it was just a joke, you know?”
“It’s a joke now to summon demons from Hell? Who were you trying t
