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know ‘ow much stock to place in it, but I’ve ‘eard stories.  Was a legend once of a fallen angel who falls in love with a demon, see?  And they worked a spell to create a doorway.  Don’t know if it’s true or a load of bollocks,” he shrugged. 
    “Can you ask this demon where it is?”
    “No good, she died real tragic-like.  Shame too, she was a pretty piece of crumpet, as I recalls it.” 
    “What’s the name of the fallen angel?”  If he said Adamiel I was going to seriously lose it, but instead he named another angel I’d heard of before. 
    “Name’s Remiel.  Fell ‘ead over ‘eels.”
    “Oh, Remiel and Lysha… I have heard this story before,” Sam’s eyes widened in recognition and I shot him a withering glance. 
    “And you didn’t think to mention it before now?”
    “Lysha, that’s the one,” Cephas nodded energetically, reaching up to straighten his hat.  “Right, I gave you what you wanted, you said you’d let me go now.”
    I moved the sword away from his throat, but Sam replaced it with his hand, slamming Cephas back against the dirty alley floor.  “I said we’d set you free.”  Sam’s eyes narrowed, that deathly calm settling over him as his hand began to glow.  “I judge thee, unclean thing.  I abjure thee, and cast thee into the cleansing fires of hell.”  Cephas’ mouth fell open with a horrible gurgle, and I turned around, not having the stomach to watch.  When I felt Sam rise to stand beside me, I darted a quick look, but there wasn’t a sign of the demon anywhere.  Nothing left but a scorched mark on the pavement. 
    “If you were going to kill him anyway, why didn’t you let me run him through?” I asked as we walked back to the car.  While it felt good to know Cephas had gotten his just deserts, I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated out of getting to skewer him myself after all the trouble he’d caused.  
    “I didn’t want you to give in to the dark side of the force.”
    So, he’d finally gotten around to watching the Star Wars movies…  “Looking out for my immortal soul are you?  Thanks Obi-Wan,” I grinned.  “But what about your soul, aren’t you worried about what it does to you to kill demons?”
    “I did it without hatred in my heart.  I didn’t simply murder him, I cleansed the world of his presence.  There is a difference.” 
    I mulled that over as we got to the car, Sam leaning against the front in lieu of climbing back inside again.  “If we’re going to find the portal he mentioned, we need to find out everything there is to know about this Remiel and Lysha.”
    “As I said, I have heard their story before, but the details escape me.  I’ll consult my books, see what I can dig up.”
    “Thanks again, Sam.  We made a good team tonight.” 
    “We did, didn’t we,” he brightened at the thought.  “I quite liked playing bad cop.”
    “Bad cop?” I laughed.  “If anything you were the good cop, I was the bad cop.”
    “I’m the one who dispatched him.”
    “Only because I threatened him enough to get him to spill his guts,” I pointed out and that just confused the heck out of him.
    “But… I stopped you before you gutted him.”
    “I meant… tell us what he knew, not literally spill his guts.”
    “Oh, I see.  Yes, you were very good at getting him to empty quite a few guts.  I believe he would have told us anything we wanted to know.”
    “Too bad he didn’t tell us how to find this Remiel.”
    “Perhaps we should have asked him,” Sam considered aloud, his head canting to one side. 
    Oops.   “Huh.  Yep, we probably should have asked him that,” I agreed.  So much for patting ourselves on the back for a job well done.  “Ah well, we can always catch another demon if your books don’t turn anything up.”  Or maybe Luz might have a clue where the fallen angel lived?   
    “I should like that very much.  Thank you for showing me where they congregate.”
    Uh oh.