High Jinx by Eden Crowne

Author:Eden Crowne [Crowne, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-27T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The stone covering the demon began to crack. The cracks spread, running like rivulets through mud in a rainstorm.

“Now what?” Nessa asked. “How do you get rid of an unwanted demon?”

“To summon or disperse a demon, you must know its true name,” Aunt Emerald said.

She looked at her aunt. “Do you know…”

Her aunt cut her off. “I do not consort with demons, thank you very much. The dark side is more your father’s playing field than mine.”

Both Nessa and Aunt Emerald shifted their eyes to Fiona.

Fiona made a face. “Hey! Don’t look at me. I don’t know its name.”

With a roar loud enough to make the glass in the windows tremble, the demon broke out of the stone. It lunged at them only to bounce back from the barrier.

The sigils inside the pentagram glowed brighter. The demon’s outer form began melting away like hot wax from an open flame.

Nessa could only stand and stare as a far more grotesque figure than the Japanese demon revealed itself.

Hunched, with wide shoulders and arms longer in proportion to its body than a human’s, the demon stared at them, rocking from side to side in an odd hop-step movement almost like it was dancing. Its skin was pasty white with a flat nose and two bulbous staring eyes. The eyes were the worst. They were as big and round as oranges.

A long red pointed tongue flicked in and out of its wide mouth to lick its eyes.

“Ewww,” said Fiona. “Gross.”

The demon looked at Fiona. It grinned showing sharp oversized yellow teeth.

“Grosser,” said Fiona rolling her eyes.

Whipping out her phone, she snapped a picture.

“Fiona!” Nessa protested. “What the hell?”

Fiona smirked. She’d tried to set up a Voodoo Bounty Hunting Instagram site only to have it shot down by their boss. No doubt she had several other secret sites up and running with supernatural photos. Fiona loved attention. .

The demon wore layers of ragged turmeric- and red-colored robes. A wide red sash tied around its waist was decorated with small skulls.

Nessa hoped they were monkey skulls, not human children’s.

The bones clattered and clicked as the demon rocked back and forth in its weirdly rhythmic hop-step, seemingly unable to keep still. It was barefoot and the long nails on its misshapen toes clicked and clacked along with the rattling bones.

The demon raised a thick, cleaver-like notched sword and smashed it against the barrier.

Nessa flinched as the barrier trembled.

“Rakshasa,” said her aunt. “Indian demon. Shapeshifters.”

“Fuck me,” breathed Fiona. “Rei, Brian summoned a Rakshasa? Are you crazy?”

“It was disguised,” Reiko protested. “He didn’t know.”

“What’s an Indian demon doing manifesting through a Japanese altar?” Nessa asked, completely out of her depth. Running from Fallen Angels, she knew. Dealing with demons was a whole new level of weirdness.

“Many Hindu deities are part of Japan,” Reiko said, eyeing the demon. “People are always surprised. But they traveled along the silk road with Buddhism from India to China and finally Japan. Japanese incorporated them into their mythology. Shiva, Lakshmi, Vishnu, they all have Japanese counterparts.

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