“A holy weapon?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yup.”
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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