“A holy weapon?”




He laughs. “I and my powers predate anything blessed by Yahweh.”

The gardener lifts a knobby olive-wood club. “Do you predate Herakles, smart-ass?”

The kakodaimon raises his hands. “Wait—”

“It’s clubberin’ time!”

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