Outside the back door, the scene was very different from what was in the front of the store. The quaint beachfront facade was gone, replaced instead by a generic back alley. Dumpsters lined the wall, trash on the pavement, and graffiti sprayed on the bricks by kids with too much time on their hands. 

So the 12 foot tall creature hanging above the ground by black spider-webs definitely didn't fit the scenery.

The demon had given up that perfect ass for eight legs and a spinneret and stinger, covered in coarse hairs while from the waist up, it maintained the human form it held walking outside of the beach front property. In its front hands it clutched a flickering blue flame, while its front four legs held another form of prey.

A woman, blue-robed and black haired like, dressed for battle in overlapping plates. Six ribbons of white light shimmered from her back while on the pavement, a freshly polished iron blade and winged helm sat in a pile.

"Oh fuckberries," Parry whimpered.

There was a new Celestial in town. But was she hunting Parry or the Demon? Or was she looking for Rikive?

No answer to that question was a good one.