It was surprisingly early the next morning when Dev came knocking. I'd just finished my piece of toast when he came walking through the front door with Robbins at his elbow, who looked distinctly disgruntled. He didn't seem too happy either. 

"Hey Dev," I paused and frowned at both of them. "Are you guys...okay?" 

They glared at each other. 

Robbins folded her arms together, her motherly-face looking fresh but tired. "I don't like demons."  

"You don't seem to mind me." 

"That's because there's some human in you. You're not completely evil." She shook her head and huffed. "Unlike others." 

"And I don't like Christians." Dev rolled his eyes. "They're so self-righteous." 

"Dev!" I gritted my teeth and stared him down. "Show a little respect! This lady is letting us stay here and look at the book." 

"Exactly," Robbins said, wagging her finger up at him. "And remember, demon, I know how to kill you, so I'd be a bit more polite." 

She marched off towards the kitchen and I heard Dev mumble a few curses under his breath after her. 

I glared at him. "Will you calm down please? I don't get what your problem is." 

"This just doesn't feel right," He said, letting out a sigh. "We're demons. We shouldn't be working with enemies of Lucifer." 

"We are enemies of Lucifer. Right now, we don't belong anywhere, so we better make do with what we've got."

He let out a grunt. "Fine." 

I rolled my eyes at him and at that moment Carmen made her way downstairs. Her hair was all over the place and she hadn't put on any makeup yet, but she looked so hot in my shirt that showed off her gorgeous legs I couldn't help but gape at her. 

She blushed as soon as she saw us. "Morning." 

"Good morning," I replied, my tone guarded. Why the hell was she strutting around in next to nothing with a lusty demon standing next to me? 

Speaking of, Dev took her hand in his as soon as she reached us, his sour mood forgotten. "It's nice to meet you, Miss...?" 

"Summer. Miss Carmen Summer. And it's nice to meet you too...it's Dev right?" 

He grinned and was about to continue when I separated their hands. "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you with the way you're acting this morning Dev." 

I didn't like the way his gaze had focused securely on her body.

He held up his arms in defence. "Hey. I didn't do or say anything inappropriate." 

"You didn't have to." I turned to Carmen. "Are you going to find the rest of that outfit?" 

She scowled at me. "I didn't realise we'd have company. Spence has gone out somewhere so I thought it would be fine to come downstairs in this." 

"Where's he gone?" 

She yawned. "I'm not sure, but in any case I'm not changing until I've had breakfast and a cup of tea." 

I folded my arms across my chest. 

"Okay. Fine I will." She rolled her eyes at me. "Honestly you're so high-maintenance." 

Dev laughed and I couldn't help but chuckle. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her quickly and softly. "Thank you. I'll make you some toast." 

She shook her head at me but smiled anyway, leaving my grip after a moment and going back up the stairs. I turned around to finish our conversation but Dev looked strangely angry, stopping me in my tracks. 

"So Spence from the mafia is here?" 

"Yeah. Why?" 

"I don't like him. He's a bastard." 

I frowned. "You've never had a problem with Spence before." 

"I've always disliked him. He's a tool bag." 

"Well you're just gonna have to get over it because he's not going anywhere," I said with a shrug. "Anyway, I need to make some toast." 

Robbins kept Il Libro Dei Demoni in the secret attic room of the house. Dev, being fully demon, couldn't even see the entrance to it as it was hidden from pure evil by some sort of Holy ritual the book had taught Robbins to use. Hence why the Hunter Demons had no luck in finding it when we first sent them. The powers of the book had clearly seen us coming. 

As we all crept up the ladder one after another to get into the room, Robbins flicked on the dusty light bulb overhead. The attic looked exactly how an attic should look like: random clutter lined the walls, with various pieces of old furniture sitting guard amongst mazes of cobwebs. There weren't any windows in sight and the air was musty, with large amounts of dust taking the centre stage for anyone with allergies. 

The book we'd all been waiting to see was perched carefully on a reading stand, right in the centre of the room. A pile of papers sat next to it on a nearby chair and Robbins moved over to it, gathering the stack in her hands. 

"I've actually had Il Libro Dei Demoni in my possession for five years now. My husband and I just found it on the floor one day on our vacation to Italy. It was a miracle!" 

I tensed up. "Where you by any chance near the Roman catacombs?"

She frowned. "Yes. How did you know that?" 

"Because that was where the original guardians for the book were based." I glanced at Dev. "And I don't think they were too happy that their object to guard was passed on." 

"I'm sure I read about some guardians somewhere. It took me and Robert years to actually translate the book and find out how to use it. There are still some parts we can't read." 

I nodded. "Well demons have the automatic power to understand any language so that shouldn't be a problem." 

I approached Il Libro Dei Demoni. Its cover was made of a faded scarlet velvet with black, ominous writing spelling out its title and a sizeable burn mark blemishing the corner. I opened the book with trembling fingers and began to read. 

The ritual to securing a safe room for Il Libro Dei Demoni to stay in was on the first page. It told the user the prayer needed for it and to scrub the door with holy water to make it appear invisible. In fact as I continued to read on a lot of the pages were like this, almost resembling a sort of spell-book in some ways. The guardians also popped up but I quickly turned away from the illustration of the monk and that knife, remembering too clearly the night where I'd almost been severed to death in a tomb. 

The book then started to detail all of the different types of demon and the best way to kill them. I couldn't help the twinge of horror I felt as I saw the ease at which some of these guys could be killed. If this got out to the rest of the Christian community like it did before...

Maybe it would be best for both sides if this book was lost again. 

Warrior demons were, at least, a lot harder to kill. There had to be a sizeable group of people praying the exact prayer to get rid of only one of them, and there was a warning in the book of our secret powers unbeknown to our enemies. Il Libro Dei Demoni was certainly well informed. 

So well informed, in fact, that there was also a page on Hybrids too...

Excitement started to course through my veins. I knew that my motives weren't completely selfless in coming here but I'd chosen to ignore my hidden desire until now- a desire for information that possibly was about to be gratified. 

But as I looked closer at the page disappointment surged within. There was very little text on what I was at all. 

My mind immediately translating the Latin to English, I read as quickly as I could. Half-human, half-demon hybrids are the most complex of otherworldly beings who are linked to evil. They can either become the most destructive forces of power for Lucifer or can lose their demonic identities completely. Beware these demons as their ability to think as a human can make them ultimate warriors of deceit and trickery. They also cannot be killed by prayer. Only through grace can they be saved. 

I scowled and moved on quickly, trying hard not to show any signs of frustration. I hated how cryptic the book was on my species. Saved by grace? Huh? What the hell did that mean? Why couldn't I have some sort of prayer or some potion like the others? 

I arrived at a selection of pages which were as red as the scarlet cover, the yellowing paper of the earlier parts forgotten and abandoned for something a lot more menacing. 

Robbins' voice suddenly sounded from beside me. "This is the part we couldn't translate. It must be a complicated part of the language or something." 

I read the title of the first red page and I started shaking my head, a sudden pang of fear rising up inside of me. "This isn't Latin anymore. I know this language, and it's not from Earth." 

"It's from Hell," Dev piped up over my shoulder, his head leaning closer to the book. "This is the language of the dead." 

"In other words, Satan's mother tongue." 

Robbins gasped and there was an eerie silence in the room, as if evil had suddenly come to shroud us in its darkness. 

"No one say any of this out load. We may attract unwanted visitors," I said, glancing at Dev in particular, before reading on. After a couple of pages I suddenly understood what this was. "It's the ritual Satan needs to become the Antichrist. That's why you can't read it: it's not for your eyes." 

Robbins nodded her head, paling slightly from the implications of my words.

"We can never let him see this. Not if we all don't want to die." 

"Agreed," Dev and Robbins murmured as Carmen continued to stay silent in the corner. I guess she must've felt out of her depth here: she'd only just learned about the supernatural days ago. 

I skipped past the rest of the ritual and got right to the last page, which was luckily the colour of yellowing antiquity.  

"I don't understand what that one is either," Robbins said with a shrug. "All I got from it was a few letters and a load of numbers." 

Dev squinted at the book for a while, frowning and then looking up with a smile. "I think I know what they are!" 

"What?" Robbins and I asked simultaneously. 

"Coordinates!" He beamed with glee. "The letters are N and W and the numbers are the coordinates! It's telling us to go somewhere."

"But there are so many numbers. Which ones are the right ones?" 

Robbins frowned. "There are too many to all be in one coordinate. There must be some way to solve them that we're missing."

I shrugged hopelessly. "Well we need to figure out something. I'm guessing this tells us where the book needs to go next to keep it hidden." 

"And if we don't manage to get it there..."

"Then we all die." 

"So no pressure," Carmen finally piped up, trying to inject some humour into the situation. 

I let out a nervous laugh. Had we already hit a brick wall in our flimsy plan to try and save the world from utter destruction?