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I was about to open my mouth to ask what happened, when the red doors crashed open, the wood splintering at the hinges from the force. I barely had time to duck before a huge man barreled through on black, bat-like wings. A gargoyle. “Hannah!” Watch out!” Zel’s voice rang across the bar as she followed after the gargoyle. Shit. Gargoyles were damn hard to kill because their skin turned to stone when they fought. Light-infused blades were one of the only things that could injure them. Good thing I'd brought Morningstar. I whipped the sword off my back and it instantly ignited with blinding white light, as if reacting to the presence of the demons. My wings spread wide, blocking Belial, my protective instincts in overdrive. But I needn’t have worried. Belial jumped onto the bar and shot
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