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Honest to God, I hadn__ meant to start a bar fight.__o. You__e the famous Jordan Amador._ The demon sitting in front of me looked like someone filled a pig bladder with rotten cottage cheese. He overflowed the bar stool with his gelatinous stomach, just barely contained by a white dress shirt and an oversized leather jacket. Acid-washed jeans clung to his stumpy legs and his boots were at least twice the size of mine. His beady black eyes started at my ankles and dragged upward, past my dark jeans, across my black turtleneck sweater, and over the grey duster around me that was two sizes too big. He finally met my gaze and snorted before continuing. __ was expecting something different. Certainly not a black girl. What__ with the name, girlie?__ shrugged. __y mother was a religious woman.___learly,_ the demon said, tucking a fat cigar in one corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked over to the pool table beside him where he and five of his lackeys had gathered. Each of them was over six feet tall and were all muscle where he was all fat. __ could start to examine the literary significance of your name, or I could ask what the hell you__e doing in my bar,_ he said after knocking one of the balls into the left corner pocket. __ust here to ask a question, that__ all. I don__ want trouble.__gain, he snorted, but this time smoke shot from his nostrils, which made him look like an albino dragon. __y ass you don__. This place is for fallen angels only, sweetheart. And we know your reputation.__ held up my hands in supplication. __onest Abe. Just one question and I__ out of your hair forever.__y gaze lifted to the bald spot at the top of his head surrounded by peroxide blonde locks. __hat__ left of it, anyway.__e glared at me. I smiled, batting my eyelashes. He tapped his fingers against the pool cue and then shrugged one shoulder.__ine. What__ your question?___now anybody by the name of Matthias Gruber?__e didn__ even blink. __o.___h. I see. Sorry to have wasted your time.__ turned around, walking back through the bar. I kept a quick, confident stride as I went, ignoring the whispers of the fallen angels in my wake. A couple called out to me, asking if I__ let them have a taste, but I didn__ spare them a glance. Instead, I headed to the ladies_ room. Thankfully, it was empty, so I whipped out my phone and dialed the first number in my Recent Call list.__ey. He__ here. Yeah, I__ sure it__ him. They__e lousy liars when they__e drunk. Uh-huh. Okay, see you in five.__ hung up and let out a slow breath. Only a couple things left to do. I gathered my shoulder-length black hair into a high ponytail. I looped the loose curls around into a messy bun and made sure they wouldn__ tumble free if I shook my head too hard. I took the leather gloves in the pocket of my duster out and pulled them on. Then, I walked out of the bathroom and back to the front entrance.The coat-check girl gave me a second unfriendly look as I returned with my ticket stub to retrieve my things__hree vials of holy water, a black rosary with the beads made of onyx and the cross made of wood, a Smith & Wesson .9mm Glock complete with a full magazine of blessed bullets and a silencer, and a worn out page of the Bible. I held out my hands for the items and she dropped them on the counter with an unapologetic, __ops.___hanks,_ I said with a roll of my eyes. I put the Glock back in the hip holster at my side and tucked the rest of the items in the pockets of my duster. The brunette demon crossed her arms under her hilariously oversized fake breasts and sent me a vicious sneer. __he door is that way, Seer. Don__ let it hit you on the way out.__ smiled back. __od bless you.__he let out an ugly hiss between her pearly white teeth. I blew her a kiss and walked out the door. The parking lot was packed outside now that it was half-past midnight. Demons thrived in darkness, so I wasn__ surprised. In fact, I__ been counting on it.