Chapter 1970

"Alright, I got it," said Azrael. Azrael wasn't the sharpest, but he could follow orders well enough. Whatever Perseus instructed, he would carry out without missing a beat. Perseus leaned back against the headboard. "One more thing," he said. He gestured for Ramona to light another cigarette. Taking two slow drags, he exhaled a stream of smoke before fixing his gaze on Azrael. "What do you know about the phago-ectoplasm? Is a creature like that really as powerful as Javier claims? Can it actually devour everything?" Azrael's face fell. He shook his head vigorously. "I don't know anything about it." Perseus' expression darkened. "Then how did you recognize it?" How had he ended up dealing with someone as clueless as Azrael? Azrael explained, "Back when I used to hunt in the mountains, the elders from the village often came along. During our trips, they'd bring it up in conversation. "We talk about things like that, just like how city folks talk about women. Mountain folks ge