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her feet as Yush launched himself across the room, six-fingered hands widely extended, long claws flashing in the overhead lights. She raised her swords with the grim realization that while she was worried about staying alive, Yush was looking at his next meal.

Chapter 6
    Jett sensed trouble the moment he left the makeup trailer. Instead of running, he transported beyond the buildings to the area where filming had been taking place earlier and landed just behind the cameraman. Locan was backed up against the chain-link fence, a sword in one hand, knife in the other, with both blades flashing while demons attacked from all directions.
    He was holding them back—barely—but the biggest shock was the fact the cameras were all turned on Locan. The director was sending the actor demons against him as if he were filming his movie, and the crew members—openly demonic now—were all in place, holding lights and microphones, running cameras and doing their usual jobs.
    The only ones who still looked human were the director and the man running the main camera.
    Locan was truly beautiful to watch, with his long silver hair whipping about as he twisted and turned that perfect body, striking out and disabling his attackers without actually harming anyone. The director was yelling at the actor demons and screaming at the crew members.
    The entire scene shrieked absolute insanity—and it was fascinating to watch.
    But Locan was beginning to tire. He needed help—more help than merely another set of swords. Jett spotted a fire hose near one of the buildings, sheathed the sword he’d drawn, and raced across the parking lot. Out of sight of the director and cameraman, he grabbed the heavy fire hose and spun the handle to turn on the water. Pressure came up immediately, almost lifting Jett off the ground as water charged the thick hose.
    It was all he could do to control the damned thing, but he hauled it around the side of the building and aimed it on the crowd of actor demons attacking Locan. The powerful blast knocked them down and sent them rolling, slipping and sliding in all directions, and then, just as Ukopach had predicted, the demons fled their human avatars.
    Shrieking and squealing, they shot into the air as blasts of dark mist, swirling about overhead in a maelstrom of demonic fury. Their human hosts fell to the ground, for the most part unconscious.
    The director cursed, turned and glared at Jett. “Turn that damned thing off now. Who the hell do you think you are?”
    “Hopefully, your worst nightmare.” Jett turned the hose on the director and waited for the dark mist, except his demon didn’t flee. The director stood solidly within the powerful blast of water. Where others had tumbled and fallen, he merely snarled at Jett as he slowly lost all sign of his humanity.
    It began with eyes glowing scarlet and a body that simply changed. His upper torso stretched and his neck thickened and arched forward until it wasn’t a man’s face anymore.
    Jett held the hose steady and moved closer, blasting the director/demon with all he had, until reality couldn’t be ignored. This was no video game creature. Jett faced the demon Moloch . . . or a damned close facsimile.
    The demon grew; his body shifted into something else entirely. Where a slightly overweight movie director with a bald head and soft paunch had stood, now a massive demon with the powerful legs of an athlete and the upper body and head of a bull glowered at Jett. The creature opened his mouth and roared, flashing huge fangs. The horns on his head glistened as if they were made of the sharpest steel.
    “Oh, fuck.” This was not good. Jett sucked in a sharp breath. Damn, he’d been so certain the director wasn’t a real demon, had expected someone more along the lines of Ukopach.
    It appeared he’d sorely underestimated his opponent.
    Jett kept the stream from the fire hose pointing directly at the beast. The force of the water slowed his attack, but it