Chapter 122

Deacon scowled, but he was sitting up straight now, his eyes more alert than before. He took the Bible and watched Legion walk away to lie down on a nearby cot.

“This is where they met,” Lily muttered, then put mental pressure on the memory. The night ran in fast forward, Deacon sitting in bed and reading. When lights out was called, the shelter descended into darkness. Osgrove’s eyes lit up briefly with magic, and he continued to read throughout the night in pure darkness.

When the morning came, he stood and walked over to Legion’s cot. The demon was coughing, his skin flecked with dark liver spots.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” Mike asked.

“No idea.” Lily frowned, then knelt by the demon’s cot. “Even on his own, he should be strong enough to make others bend to his whims.”

She watched as Legion sat up, the dark fluid he had absorbed slipping discretely across the floor and climbing up Deacon’s legs. Osgrove appeared stricken as he shivered and sc