"Let me think. How did that line go again?"
"Let there be light to drive away the darkness."
A force pushed Satan's hand upward. His closed fingers spread as though a ball were swelling between them.
The next second.
Like a golden flower.
Enormous wings forced Satan's palm open.
The people inside were unharmed.
"Adam!"
Adam's friends shouted his name.
The sunset-colored sky turned crimson with the ruler of Hell's fury.
It looked like blood, as though Hell had been brought into the mortal world.
"It's you!" Hellfire blazed in Satan's eyes and poured forth.
Deadly saliva sprayed from his mouth as he roared, "Damned wizard!"
"That voice, I do remember." John patted Adam's shoulder. "You're right. You need a scolding from your father, not from a Satan who appeared out of nowhere."
"Go back to your friends."
Adam ran a few steps toward his friends, then stopped. He turned back and asked John, "Mr. Wick, do you see me as a friend too?"
"A friend? Probably not."
John glanced over at them and said, "A silly glutton, an overbearing Miss Know-It-All, a short kid with glasses, and one rather unusual child."
"That combination brings back memories."
John held out a hand and said to Aziraphale, who was ready for battle, "Lend me that."
"What? Oh! This? You want this, right?"
Aziraphale handed over his Flaming Sword. John took it, nostalgia written across his face.
"And this, too. A sword that catches fire."
Crowley asked, "What are you going to do? That's Satan!"
"Satan?" John slowly drew his wand with his left hand, holding the Flaming Sword in his right, and smiled.
"I am looking for Satan, but that fellow's called Satannish."
John said, "Aziraphale, it's time to finish our deal."
"What? You-you mean Ascension to Heaven?" Aziraphale was so