CHAPTER SIXAzazel stepped out of a cab on a quiet side street on the Upper East Side that was tucked away from the bustling Park Avenue. A human-looking man in a doorman’s getup greeted him with a nod. Az produced the beige invitation. The doorman scanned it with a handheld device the size of a cell phone. After the machine beeped, the man turned to open the door. A thin, whip-like tail swung out behind him. Expected. This was a demon-only auction. Very few humans received an invitation. Inside, the usual suspects milled around mahogany paneled rooms sipping champagne and nibbling finger food. His mouth watered as a plate of fried orgum passed. So it was that kind of auction. Add some hot sauce and the demon delicacy became a bite of salty perfection.
Drifting from room to room, Azazel no
