Chapter 37

The view from several hundred feet above the Berkeley Pit should have been breathtaking. The lights from the city of Butte sparkled like a bank of landbound stars, and the shadows of the nearby mountains were slumbering giants, each of them dreaming of Ragnarök when they could awaken and do battle with the gods of old.

However, Dana couldn’t help but pay more attention to the fact that Lily was being far too quiet tonight. After arriving at the hotel, the succubus had announced it was time to go. Her usual chatter had been replaced by an ominous quiet, and it was only when they were close to the pit that Lily had spoken up about a good place to hide the motorcycle. Now that she rode in the demon’s arms, Dana half expected a joke about heights or being dropped.

Instead, all she had for company was the wind in her ears.

Down below, the pit was a blot of ink on the landscape, a shade of black that confused the eye into thinking there was nothing there at all. Lily des