Hunted by demons

Base sweet base

After driving for a while, the cars park next to an out of place one story white building in the middle of the woods. It seems to be made of stucco or plaster, has a flat roof, and the wall near the front door is severely damaged and covered in blue tarp.

"What happened to demon proof?" Lewis asks.

"A tree fell on it in a storm, it should be fully protected by tomorrow." Trott explains. They all get out of their cars and usher Lewis and Simon inside, no matter how much Lewis insists he's fine. Once in the base, Ridge's voice is heard in another room.

"I told you not to go after them." He complains nonchalantly.

"Piss off, Ridge." Hannah says absentmindedly as she hauls Lewis over to the dinner table to be examined by Zoey.

"Guys, really, don't worry about it, I'm fine." He assures. Zoey huffs and removes his shirt and jacket, and gasps at the carnage that is his glass peppered shoulder.

"Lewis, what the heck! This isn't anywhere near fine!" She shouts. Simon, who is being looked after by Fiona, looks over to him and says,

"How can you not feel that, mate!" Lewis shrugs and says,

"Must be the adrenaline I suppose." Zoey tuts and begins removing glass from his shoulder with tweezers. When she's done she begins bandaging him, and Fiona who has long since finished with Simon inspects his shoulder as well.

"Looks like your anti possession tattoo has been cut up, would you like me to ink you up again?" She offers.

"Fiona, I just got in a car crash and was beaten to a pulp by a bunch of demons, can it not wait a moment?" He says, tiredly.

"It would be easier than waiting for it to scar over and tattooing over it." She says.

"Or we could at least get you an amulet for the time being?" Hannah recommends. Lewis rubs his eyes and says,

"Look, I'm- I'm just tired, okay? I just need a rest." Hannah quirks her eyebrow, but Zoey helps Lewis put his shirt back on. They then go to the kitchen where the group is chatting.

"Hey, guys! Glad you made it back safe!" Nilesy greets. Lewis waves awkwardly and leans against the fridge.

"Guys, I don't know about you but I'm exhausted! Where can we all crash?" Kim asks.

"Well, there's three beds upstairs, but those are ours!" Ross says.

"There's the three spares in the basement?" Trott recommends.

"I'd say Lewis and Simon get two of those, they've been through hell." Fiona says.

"I get the third one!" Duncan shouts a second before Kim. She groans and says,

"No fair! What happened to ladies first!"

"I'm the one who got shot by a shifter, you just got knocked on the head!" He defends.

"That was days ago man! Grow up!"

"There's also a couch in the basement and two on this floor." Smith says.

"I'll have the one in the basement I guess." Kim says.

"I'm sleeping on one up here." Ridge says, leaving no room for argument.

"And I'll take the other one, since I don't have a car to sleep in." Hannah says.

"I guess the rest of us are in our cars then." Zoey says.

"Oh, wait! Lewis our car was wrecked! And it's just abandoned on the side of that road, what are we gonna drive around in now!" Simon realizes. Lewis shrugs and says,

"We'll find something I guess. But didn't we come here to strategize? I'd rather come up with a plan soon before I get hit with another car." All eyes turn to Ridge. He adjusts in his seat and starts speaking.

"Well, it's gonna be near impossible to fend off the army that Israphel's got, so instead of fighting the body I say we take the fight to him and cut off the head."

"Take the fight to Israphel? In hell?" Sjin asks.

"Yes, in hell." Ridge says.

"Well, if my info is correct the only way to get to hell is biting it, and it's near impossible to get back out, so I'll pass." Sips says.

"We don't need to die, dirt brain." Ridge says. "We need to summon a reaper."

"A reaper! How do we do that?" Trott asks.

"Well, I'll need some help from Hannah and Nilesy." He says, turning to them. "What do you say, ready to get back into the craft?" He asks. Nilesy turns white and Hannah begins rapidly shaking her head.

"Are you mental! There's no way I'm doing witchcraft for you you maniac!" She shouts.

"Well it's either that or come up with a foolproof plan yourself." He shrugs.

"And how exactly is it foolproof?" Lewis asks.

"So the plan now is to summon a reaper and make a deal, it can open a portal into purgatory and direct us to a door to hell, we can sneak right through and we can cut the head right off of that snake bastard." Ridge explains.

"What's purgatory?" Parv asks.

"It's what happens when you die." Ridge says bluntly. "Anything not human that bites the dust goes to purgatory, a big forest of blood and darkness according to legend."

"And we're supposed to go through that! And then go straight to hell! You are a bloody maniac!" Nilesy accuses.

"Like I said, pull a better plan out of your ass and we can do it your way."

"Well maybe we can come up with something less suicidal if we sleep on it." Rythian suggests. Everyone grumbles with tired agreement, and starts shuffling off to their beds or lack thereof. Hannah stops Lewis and offers him an opened beer bottle. He graciously accepts it and clinks it against her's.

"This whole thing is mental." She mutters, taking a sip.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "But I'm sure it'll all be over soon." He takes a sip from his beer, and soon after it touches his lips, steam erupts from his throat and he screams in agony. Hannah swiftly pulls a pistol from the back of her pants and points it at his head.

"So, anything you'd like to tell me 'Lewis'?" She spits. Lewis spins his face to look at her with pure black eyes and grins.