Chapter 107

This meatsuit was a woman in her late twenties, her blonde hair caked in dirt, blood, and mud. She wore a sweater with a college logo, and had acne scars all along her neck. When she glared at Eulalie, her eyes turned red and glowed.

“Who are you?” demanded the demon.

“No one of consequence.” It was one of Eulalie’s favorite lines from a movie.

“Hardly,” spat Legion. “It’s clear you’re working with them. But why?” The demon lowered her gaze to Eulalie’s body. “And how are you here? Your kind was exterminated almost a century ago.”

She contemplated the demon, then reached out and grabbed the palm of the woman’s hand. With barely any effort, she used her thumb to break a finger.

“You think that will hurt me?” Legion chuckled. “All you’re doing is hurting the woman I have trapped in here with me.”

“Please. I know that demons lie if not asked directly.” Eulalie snapped another finger, and Legion actually winced.

“Okay, so maybe I feel it too,” L