Faith Savage, Demon Huntress: Faith's Temptation

The deafening thud that emanated from the doors as they sealed off the Worlds-Between sent most creatures clamoring against their thick, iron-clad fixtures with a mixture of fear, desperation and horrified fatalism. I glanced at the demon next to me who clung to his chains in desolation and watched misery swirl in his putrid yellow eyes. Frantically he jerked against his irons, finally balking now that his punishment loomed before him.
Personally, for me, the Lower Rungs of Hell no longer held their horrific appeal.
“Ye’ll never get away with this, Faith,” he squelched, his voice squeezing down its fear while he pulled against his restraints.
“Seems I already have you, third-class gas-belching poltergeist.” I wrapped the heavy chain connected to his throat around my wrist, gave it a good hard pull and jerked the demon towards me. Misfortune stumbled him forward enough for me to spin out and plant a good kick into his solar plexus. The demon doubled over in an undignified heap.
I couldn’t help but smile. Damn lower demons anyway. Like I had nothing better to do on my day off than roust one out of the local rectory. The stupid thing just about gave old Lady Coolidge a heart attack when she came in to clean up the church for the next morning’s mass.
I know what you’re thinking; Demons can’t go into a church. But I ask you, ‘Why not?’ Even God believes the Devil exists. Besides, what better soul to steal than a believer.
Father Daniel has had me on speed dial since the last time I bagged a couple of the soul-sucking mongers who cruised his cemetery during a burial. They like to try to recruit the newly dead on their way towards the Light. Apparently it’s so much fun messing with the weary and grief-stricken.
The week before that, I tracked down a soldier. Now that was one bitch of a job, let me tell you. Those damn things don’t know the meaning of quit. And fight — Lucifer did one hell of a job teaching them the most wicked of wicked. I just about got my clock cleaned. In fact, I would have if not for a little angelic intervention. But that only led me to my current state of trouble. Remind me never to bargain with an Angel when I’m ass-deep in Demon goo.