The agents called in, and Jennifer was stable, but there were no further leads on the case. What they learned here would show them their new direction. Harcourt pulled up a chair, and they gathered around a book of demons. Benny flipped to her ancestor’s page and she turned it around. “Yomra. Demon high king, one of a dozen or so. He had dozens of children, but my great grandmother was supposedly his favourite.” The agents took in the etching of the demon king. Rich blue leathery skin, yellow eyes and spikes running down his spine made the biggest impression. The raging erection was also hard to miss. “His deal was that he fathered children on human women for favours, and when they had born his heirs, he granted them their wishes until they passed on. Few, if any, survived childbirth. My great grandmother was one of those babies.” Benny picked up a book of succubi and flipped to her great grandmother’s page.
