Jasfoup sank onto the back of one of the stone angels lining the steps of the Records Office. "We're doomed." He looked up at the tower of the building. "What's the point in me researching the best way to banish a possessing demon if its mother is a mate of Ada's?"
Devious perched on the angel's head. "It's not as bad as it sounds. Legion's lost some of her children and wants them back. There's a good chance your unwelcome tenant is one of those."
"That's what she calls the constituent demons that are a part of her."
"So she's asking Harold to collect those and return them to her?"
"Pretty much. Manoach basically ran off with them after Ie—"
"Hush." Jasfoup clamped a hand over the imp's mouth. "You know better than to speak that name here." He looked around at the other demons using the plaza but none seemed to be taking any notice of them. "That makes a lot of sense. It also explains why this symbol was scratched into her chest."
Jasfoup took out his phone and showed the imp the picture he'd taken of Amanda's fresh cutting. "I sent it to Winston and he reckoned it was a veve to summon a loa, just not one he'd ever come across. It makes sense that it's a gateway for one of Legion's little party members."
"I'm not calling them children." Jasfoup stared out at the hordes of demons going about their business. "'Children' implies helpless infants in need of rescue. Legion's offspring are more like twenty-yard anacondas that will kill and swallow as easily as bid you 'good morning.'"
Devious sucked his lips. "We could call them something else."
"Little Legions? Lesions? Legionnaires?"
"That sounds about right." Jasfoup patted him on the head. "They are a disease."