“Probably best. Grandmama gets so tetchy when demons appear in the fae wood.”
“I want to see fairies.” Lucy had perked up now she was home. It was as if the house imbued her with energy. The house or...
Harold looked at Jasfoup but the demon didn't seem unduly bothered by the increase of adrenaline. “Lucy, darling. Cam you tell me if any demons are nearby? Other than Jasfoup, I mean.”
She screwed up her face in the most adorable way, a figure of concentration with her tiny fists pressed to her head. “Lots.” She pointed upwards, in a direction Harold thought might be the kitchen but then sneezed. “One.”
Harold shook his head. “It can't be both, darling.”
“It can if it's Legion.
“Oh dear. That's a tad soon, isn't it? We haven't even collected them all yet, although Lucy has most of them.”
“Gotta catch 'em all, old son.”
“Indeed.” Harold stoked his stubble. Have you still got the pepperpot?”
Jasfoup tapped his breast pocket.
Gillian frowned. “What pepper pot? What are you talking about?”
“Oh, it was something we enchanted as a soul collector, just in case. I thought it might be useful against Legion in some way.”
“How? Legion is a demon, not a soul.”
“She's pretty ancient, though, isn't she? Wasn't she created before Genesis?”
“You're thinking of Lilith, but you have a point.” Harold turned to his advisor. “What is Legion, anyway? Was she Fallen?”
“More of a jumper, as far as I'm aware. Only she knows the truth, but I think she dropped to earth at the Creation but in those days angels were without form, so they copied Eve, thinking it was God's idea of perfection. How wrong she was. If only she'd copied Adam, the world would be a different place.”