Harold was reluctant to
touch the Spall-demon but he steeled himself and patted the fellow in
what was generally thought to be a friendly manner. Despite the
appearance on a cheap cream suit, its flesh felt clammy and cold,
like a tangerine jelly taken straight from the fridge. “It's
simple, old chap. Manoarch was here, causing untold mischief with
zombies and golems and whatnot, and not we've killed him and returned
all the legionnaires to legion.” He had his fingers crossed at the
last bit, fairly sure there were one or two left in the upper world
in addition to the one they'd placed inside Jared Hislip. Technically
the Hislip one wasn't a missing legionnairre because they'd got it
through official channels.
“You? A nephilim get
took out a demon house?”
“Is that what you
call a man who's multiply possessed? Then yes, I did.” He hesitated
a moment. “I had a bit of help, mind. I doubt I could have taken
them all out on my own.”
“What sort of help?”
Seskapoi frowned, his face contorting like collapsing balloon. “And
did you say golems? I thought they were banned after that incident
with Queen Victoria?”
“Technically it's an
homunculus, but that's beside the point.” Jasfoup threw an arm
around Sefskapoi's shoulder and turned him away from Harold. “Now
let's talk about these zombies...”
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