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An hour later, I stand outside the Eko supermarket in Helsingborg, Sweden. Light snow falls around. Humans stream in and out of a one-story structure.
Welcome to demon patrol.
Today, our fighting group consists of myself and three other lady warriors. The House of Gurith is one of the few that encourages women fighters. We’re all in body armor, although we’ve activated charms so the humans don’t see us.
Helga, the troop leader, is first to speak. “There’s something in the herring section of the supermarket.” She speaks Latin, the universal language of thrax. “We’ve never seen a demon like it before.” Helga’s a short powerhouse of a woman with heavy limbs, a square face, and a no-nonsense attitude. Her long blonde hair is braided down the back.
“Is it contained?” I ask.
“For now,”
