A moment later, imps poured out of the building windows. If this many were coming out, I dreaded to think how many were inside.

“I don’t think she meant to do that,” Kanesha quipped.

I shrugged, tugged out my sword and charged. “Doesn’t matter, let’s send them back to hell.”

I didn’t even look to see what my tail was doing. I was focused on fighting imps and making sure nobody saw that I was fighting imps. Fortunately, at this point, the latter required almost nothing in the way of actual concentration.

The imps swarmed me, but they weren’t potent enough to do any actual damage. And, thank Odin, they weren’t lust imps this time. Just annoying little scratchy things.

I smashed through the front window as they vanished around me, one touch of my sword enough to dispel them. Unfortunately, there were a lot of them. And in the ballroom, two figures facing off.

The demon, no longer disguised, was tossing a fire bolt at a woman I didn’t know. Thruor was trying to get the mundanes out of there.

Oh dear.

She’d picked a Senator to target who was married to a witch. A fairly potent one, but she was struggling. The firebolt had taken down her shield. Thruor saw me and went charging in to defend her.

The signal was obvious. Take over the evacuation. I started to encourage people out into the street. How would their minds accept it? I decided not to worry about that too much for right now.

Get them out of there, kill imps. I glimpsed Kanesha, and she was doing the same thing.

One of the imps jumped on my back. I shook it off and it landed on the hors d’oeuvres. Hopefully nobody was planning on eating those. It got up covered in spinach dip which dripped off of it.

Despite the situation, I couldn’t help but laugh. The imp glared and launched itself at me again.

I spitted it on my sword, giving a momentary impression of Imp Kebab in Spinach Dip.

Again, I laughed, even as it poofed into flame and ash.

Then I went back to getting people out of there. I wasn’t even looking to see how Thruor was doing.

Then everything went deathly, deadly quiet.

Now I stole a look. The witch was on the ground, Thruor on one knee and breathing hard. The succubus turned on her high heel and fled.

I started to go after her, but as soon as she was out of the building she teleported away in a flash of heat.

This had not gone well. This had not gone well at all.