Darby wrapped his arms around the demon, hugging tight as it bit his neck, clawed his back.
He fought the illusion that pain would follow, poured love from his heart out to the demon as it screamed, agony, ceasing biting, trying to escape the hug...
When Darby arrived at the woodsy enclave with tiny houses scattered in the tall pines, the ground had brittle pine needles about, clearly not a great deal of foot traffic, and it appeared the four houses were newer, clean looking compared to a fifth house in the shadow toward the rear of the enclave, as if it had preceded the others by decades and been …
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