Christine and the others rushed to the open terrace. They filed out of the narrow stairwell and joined Flauros on the roof of the nightclub.
Owls hooted in the distance and slowly the crescent moon disappeared behind a shroud of dark gray clouds. David felt a metallic tang upon his lips as the wind howled across the roof, screaming at them.
"He is coming!" Flauros bowed and went down on his knees.
A swirling cloud of black feathers and smoke descended from the skies. It was Andras himself, in his true demonic form. The cloud gradually took shape and out of the darkness, was born a monstrous figure with the head of a raven and the body of a man, seated atop a black dire wolf with blood red eyes. In one hand, the demon held a gigantic axe smothered in human blood and in the other, a lon
