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'Those boys are making merry,' said the rankest hag that ever troubled daylight.

'I know that. They feed upon the thoughts of men. They can gorge themselves a while longer. Now tighten your sphincter, you evil-smelling crone.'

Mother Demdike, who had escaped previous mention, tore a garish relic of the Reagan years from its frame and flung it into the fire. Nancy with the laughing eyes melted into the flames.

'What's all the rush, brother? Loosen up.' Astaroth began to whistle. A chamber pot materialized and emptied its contents over his whistling head.

'I'd wear him out, dearie.' Demdike fluttered her mouldy skirts, a nest of rats scurried from beneath them.

'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

'Don't know. I am monitoring all CIA, FBI and police computer networks. All forensic reports, scene-of-crime material evidence, and there's plenty of that. Fingerprints are not on file. Clothing fibres are a possible, very up-market stuff. Exclusive. I am following that up.'

'You now have control over the five major banks. The industrial corporations, business holdings, the stock market...'

'Speak for yourself,' hissed Balberith. 'What do you know?'

'What's all the rush, brother? Loosen up.' Astaroth began to whistle. A chamber pot materialized and emptied its contents over his whistling head.

'I'd wear him out, dearie.' Demdike fluttered her mouldy skirts, a nest of rats scurried from beneath them.

'You now have control over the five major banks. The industrial corporations, business holdings, the stock market...'

'Good. But make haste. I want him found and I want him brought before me. Do you understand?' That was ranting, glaring and foot-stamping. Jonathan Crawford could learn a lot from this man.

'Speak for yourself,' hissed Balberith. 'What do you know?'

Wormwood turned on her. 'Tell me of my assassin. My Nemesis.'

'Gentlemen, gentlemen.' Wormwood raised calming hands. 'I shall address you singly. Are you comfortable in your temporary accommodation?' A babble of voices rose from the terminals. That of Leviathan rose above the rest. 'I shall act as spokesman for my brothers. We are well served for the present.'

Wormwood nodded gravely. 'Keep at it. Sonneillon. What of my would-be assassin?'

'Or maybe I'll let Carnivean play a tune upon your old bones for a day or two.'

'Nice one,' chuckled Gressil. 'A nice loose movement, you know what I mean?'

'Good. Carry on. All of you, penetrate each and every corner of the network. You know what is required of you. I want every computer system under my direct control. Once you have achieved this then I shall release you. Give you new bodies to inhabit. Powerful new bodies.' The ten on-screen heads of Wormwood made with the Satanic smiles and then were gone.

'Or maybe I'll let Carnivean play a tune upon your old bones for a day or two.'

'Speak for yourself,' hissed Balberith. 'What do you know?'

'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

'I'd wear him out, dearie.' Demdike fluttered her mouldy skirts, a nest of rats scurried from beneath them.

Mother Demdike stuck out her long black tongue, rocked upon her knees and bellowed with laughter. 'Know who tends and keeps you, bonny boy. Who cooked you in her womb. Watch your manners or I'll pop you in my pot.'

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