"Lothan," Eislinn whispered, as metal whistled through the air and the demon's head was separated from its body. It bounced in a grotesque barrel roll and landed at Eislinn's feet. She swallowed and looked up at the apparition standing, sword in hand, over the headless husk.
Lothan von Deimos groaned and shook his head. His own demonic shape shimmered back into his human guise, complete with impeccably cut Italian suit. The wickedly curved scimitar disappeared. His silvery eyes rolled as he looked over at Eislinn.
"Eislinn. I should have known you'd be here."
She opened her mouth and started to speak but before she could, another man ran into the yard, though this one used the gate - sort of. He'd put one hand on the top rail and leapt over it without breaking stride. Oh great, now the cops had shown up.