It has been an hour. Chad hasn't woken up. I'm beginning to worry that I might've murdered him by mistake because he doesn't have a pulse.
I knew the process of banishing a living human with the Sigil of Lucifer was a painfully slow and highly dangerous one, but I had no intentions of killing Chad, mainly because of the events that comes after a murder; hiding the body, pretending to not know anything when the person is reported missing, and so on. Plus, Elk Grove had seen enough sparks in their crime rate and disappearance of locals. First it had been Beelzebub, or should I say Professor (Jonas Clause? Is that his name?), with his sudden resignation letter, then Wendy's dad followed, and now possibly Chad had joined them in the afterlife.
I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket a
