Page 79 of Angels Adore Astrology

It was a large room for storage, stuffed with packed racks and towers of boxes, and it smelled musty and old. The plaingray space was a big departure from the colorful club, though Seymour could still distantly hear bass thumping.

Oh, and more screaming.

Seymour skidded around a rack, stopping short when he saw Sariel standing over a suited monster who looked like a distant cousin of Bigfoot except he was bright orange with blue spots.

Sariel was a fearsome sight, gold light bursting out from every pore and his countless flaming eyes, and he stepped on Bigfoot’s neck. “Stay…down.”

Fuck, it was probably not normal to think that was hot.

Whatever.

“Sariel!” Seymour hurried up to join him, though he stayed at a distance he hoped was out of Bigfoot’s reach.

Sariel turned toward Seymour, his voice rumbling low as he said, “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine!” Seymour shook his head. “You guys get the?—”

Bigfoot’s tongue popped out of his mouth like a frog, wrapping around Seymour’s ankle.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Seymour hit the ground, kicking and swinging the dildo frantically as Bigfoot’s tongue pulled him in.

“Seymour!” Day cried out.

Crunch.

Sariel had twisted his foot, snapping Bigfoot’s neck. He swept Seymour off the floor and into his arms, his army of eyes fluttering away. “Are you all right?”

“Are you hurt?” Day mewled worriedly.

Seymour’s brain shut off because Sariel was very firm, very warm, and the mysterious things wiggling under Sariel’s skin weren’t so weird now. Maybe he was just getting used to it. He managed to nod, croaking, “Yeah, uh, I’m fine.”

“Your arm.” Sariel morphed back into his human self, but he still held Seymour close. “What happened?”

“Got blown through a wall or whatever.” Seymour shook his head. “Kinda hard to move it. Hurts like a bitch, but I’m okay.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers?” Day pouted. “Is there numbness or tingling?”

“I’m all right, kitty girl.” Seymour forced a smile. “Hey, how ’bout we go get that damn head and get the fuck outta here?” He glanced at the dead Bigfoot and grimaced. “Since I’m thinkin’ there ain’t anybody left alive to question?”

“That may be correct.” Sariel cradled Seymour against his chest, walking to another doorway. “I believe most have either been killed or fled.”

“Yeah, Pod Lou turned into a big batch of slime and oozed off. Like Hexus, but not sexy.”

Sariel and Day stared blankly.

“Okay, definitely watchin’FernGullylater.” Seymour coughed. “Anyway.”

“I suspect the creature may be a squonk, though I have never heard of one being able to change their appearance,” Sariel said, humming thoughtfully. “They could have gained such magic from another.”

“Asquonk?”

“Yes.”

“You fuckin’ made that up.”

Sariel blinked. “I did not.”

“Really? Because it sounds made up.”