Free Shady Lady by Ann Aguirre

worked best on zombies and shades, not demons. The wrong in the air didn’t dissipate. Black columns of darklight poured into the monkeys’ eyes, and they dropped their chunks of pineapple and papaya. The sweet-smelling pulp smeared all over the seats overlapped the sulfur stink, creating a truly horrific fruit salad. Hairy limbs jerked as the fiends learned how to puppet their new meat suits.
    “Lesser demons,” Kel breathed.
    Oh, Christ. They must’ve been sent through the tracking spell by the foul practitioner Montoya had hired, and they’d eaten Ernesto’s soul, as Kel had predicted—and they would’ve gotten me too, if he hadn’t driven them back with his divine light. Not long ago, I would’ve felt ridiculous thinking along those lines, but it was nothing more than the truth today. People had been saying the eyes were the windows to the soul for centuries, but that wasn’t strictly true. They were more like doorways, and if you weren’t well protected, anything could get in.
    At least they can’t possess me or devour my soul anymore. But we weren’t out of the woods yet. Not by any means.
    “What’s the game plan?”
    We had no driver, and as soon as these monkey-demons worked out how to use their new bodies, we’d be up to our asses in attempted murder. I’d never seen animal possession before, but these beasts weren’t natural, and they had the size and strength to do serious harm. Much as I hated to see Kel kill creatures in the wrong place at the wrong time, I wanted them to eat my organs even less. And it didn’t seem right to leave a host of demonic monkeys on the island for the next batch of tourists.
    Why couldn’t I do anything useful in situations like this?
    “Stay back. I may be able to perform an exorcism.”
    It went without saying that he was going to take some hideous damage in the process. I scrambled, looking for a place to hide, but the best I could do was to crouch down between the seats in the stern of the boat. A flat-bottomed lancha like this didn’t offer much in the way of cover. I shuddered as I squatted next to Ernesto, who was horribly, undoubtedly dead. Grief for his fate and for his family’s loss rippled through me.
    The monkeys came at Kel as a unit, a whirl of claws and teeth. He rocked but did not give ground. Blood poured from the wounds they tore in his sides, greedily feasting on his flesh. They were something other now. Not animals. Fiends. I bit down on my thumb to keep from crying out.
    His voice rang like a clap of thunder and warmth showered over me. “Deus, in nómine tuo salvum me fac, et virtúte tua age causam meam. Deus, audi oratiónem meam; áuribus pércipe verba oris mei.”
    Latin. Of course it would be Latin. The cadence rose and fell, fueled by the strength of his will. But I made some sound—drawing attention to myself—and one of the demons broke away from the rest, bounding down the aisle toward me. I threw out my branded palm, intending to shield my face, and words that were not my own erupted from my mouth:
    “In the name of the north, south, east, and west, in the name of the once and future queen, in the name of the smoke and the air, and the wind and the water, I name you the Klothod , who were banished from light of the daystar and may not walk this earth without my leave. I turn and bind you, back from whence you came. Tsurikshikn! ”
    A flash of light went up; I didn’t know if it came from Kel or me. My eyes blazed white, a sort of crazy snowblindness, and when my vision cleared, I saw the guardian crouched before me. The ash littering the boat blew away in the gentle breeze. Even the smell was dissipating in wind that carried the scents of fish and freshwater.
    “How did you know that banishment?” he demanded.
    I dropped to my knees, shaken and bewildered. “It just came to me.”
    “Like magic.” His tone belied his blank expression.
    I had succeeded in upsetting or surprising him; I wasn’t sure which. Considering