The call had come two days ago.
The demon was haunting a French villa for months now, possessing one of the family's teenage daughters and turning her into a hardcore fuck machine, he'd fucked his way through about forty stinky Frenchmen already.
The demon had forgotten about California already. The party he'd had there, ripping off that yuppie douchebag Micah's head.
It had all been so easy, so fun, no cats, no "kittehs" as those fucking sick monsters sometimes called themselves.
Then the call had come.
"I'm coming for you faggot. Meow meow meow."
Then today they had found the demon's associate, Demony Jones, they found his head in a dumpster behind the US Air Terminal at the Paris airport. The horns ripped out of his head.
Kitteh fur stuck in his empty eye sockets...
To be continued...
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