“Let him go, Meduso.” I looked up weakly, surprised to see the Barista standing on the sidewalk. Meduso shook his head, and then I heard bones crunch. My lips parted in shock as the tentacles lit up, electrocuting his prey and crushing his body. Lucifer’s laughter turned into screams as blood burst from his eyes and mouth. I heard words from the Barista but couldn’t understand them. “Meduso,” I whispered, my vision swimming. The last thing I saw was his shoes. They were covered in the devil’s crimson blood.
