"A Hell on Earth kind of demons. There's more than one. And these guys smell like Limbo."

Liza hopped off the back of the bronze bull, keeping a grip on the line around its neck.

"Down Bossy. Stay. Good demon."

The bull snorted and jerked on the line.

"I mean Bad Demon, bad! Who's a bad little demon? Yes, you are!"

She glared at it, letting it get a tiny glimpse of the far bigger, badder demon that she was bonded to, and that she would never have acknowledged if things weren't going to Hell around them. Maybe the invasion was affecting her own demonic heritage a little bit. The possessed bull immediately quieted, and made a sound that almost sounded like a moo.

She turned to Sofia. "So, what do we do to send them back?"