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Scraping sounds and a muttered curse came from ahead. He has some kind of private security most of the time, which seems strange as hell for a man of the cloth, but perhaps it’s just delusions of grandeur. The demon nodded, clenched his tight jaw, and put his head down. A fireball roared up from the ground, scorching the earth and cleansing it from the presence of Sergei Stoyanov . . . forever.