Cast In Blood: Revelations Series Book 1:

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steady stream of blood oozing from the gash in her throat. Lenny tried to assess if she was still alive, but it was impossible to tell. When she surveyed the situation again, she noticed that Maggie's hand was missing. Where it had been, there was a ragged stump with a whitish bone sticking out between strings of gore. The end of the bone was cracked and splintered as if it had been snapped off.
    Or bitten off. How any licks does it take to get to the center of a Maggie pop?
    Lenny didn't think the scene could get any worse until the thing started laughing and pieces of what she could only guess was Maggie's hand dripped from its mouth. Her blood ran cold and only one word filled her mind.
    Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly….
    She had no idea if the demon could hear her, or whether it would even come if she did. She sure as hell hoped she had some kind of Vulcan mind-meld , psychic super power thing going on, because she could seriously use a demon to help her get out of this situation.
    The monster suddenly squatted low to the ground and leapt toward her. She sidestepped without even giving the move any thought, narrowly missing a claw to her left eye. By this time, she could only assume that this monster was the one and only Demas Polly had told her about. She still didn't see how Dale could be this awful thing.
    Then she saw it.
    Around the thing's neck, Lenny saw a gold chain with a small medallion. It was a ten year sober chip that Dale had had made into a necklace and never took off. Apparently, he didn't even take it off when he turned into a gruesome, flesh-eating, killer djinn.
    She closed her eyes for a moment as Demas got back onto his feet … or hooves. It seemed as though she was suddenly on auto-pilot, reacting before she even had time to think. Within seconds, Lenny had shifted into the shape of the murdering djinn. She felt like a gelatinous blob of twice-baked shit, and she wondered how Demas could even stand himself. It was the foulest feeling of her entire life, and she was in a perpetual state of almost puking, but she jumped forward and took a swipe at Demas with her new claws. She missed, almost losing her footing and falling on her ass. Luckily, she was able to stay upright, and she lashed out at the monster again.
    The second swipe found purchase in his abdomen, and she cringed a bit as his flesh tore with a wet ripping noise. A pool of innards spilled out and hit the kitchen floor with a plopping sound. Demas' face contorted in an expression of pain and surprise as he clutched at his exposed guts. He seemed to forget that pain quickly and gathered himself to attack her again.
    Lenny wasted no time. She lashed out again, this time slitting Demas' throat. He made a sick gurgling noise as a torrent of blood gushed from his neck. He fell to the ground, still reaching out for her. Lenny shifted back into her own form as soon as the monster finally stopped moving, and she rushed over to Maggie's side.
    "She's gone," Polly said from the corner of the kitchen. "She was dead by the time you got here. Demas was just … snacking."
    "How long have you been here?" Lenny asked, turning away from Maggie's corpse.
    "Long enough to see some serious ass getting kicked."
    "You didn't think to maybe lend a fucking hand?"
    "You had it under control. Besides, I wanted to see what you could do," Polly said as she walked over to Demas and kicked his hoof. "Looks like you can handle yourself in a brawl after all."
    "Is it dead?"
    "Nope. Here on Earth, djinn are damn near immortal. He'll heal himself after a few hours. You fucked him up righteously, though. That was quick thinking. I'll take his sorry ass to Hell and let Lucy deal with him." Polly whistled. "He is gonna be so sorry."
    Lenny couldn't help but be a little bit proud of herself. She had only been in one other fight in her life, when she was seven and Mary-Ann Glaser had pulled her hair and called her stupid. That fight had definitely not ended as well as this one had

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