Chapter 25

"The poets leave hell and again behold the stars."

? Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Zach and I heard the police sirens nearby. I suspected that some human alerted the authorities. There was a lot of lightning in the sky and that unexplained mist that now drifted away. The guy that tried to shoot me was hit with lightning; he was unconscious, and the other two were moaning on the ground. They were going to be just fine, but I had to clear their minds too, just in case. My hands were trembling, my knees felt like paper. If I hadn't gotten completely wasted a night before, maybe this would never have happened. Now I had to answer to the Lucifer faction and a tiny voice in my head kept whispering that this was possibly my last night on earth.