It wouldn’t be dark for long, but it was still dark. Lightning was flashing in the distance and rain was starting to fall in a mist that the freezing wind was blowing around in a frenzy. Bryan ducked his head against it and marched. The station was just three blocks away. Hussein’s words repeated over and over in his head.
Busy work. Busy work.
Is that what they had all been doing all this time? Running around capturing demons that only multiplied more and more every night, proliferating faster than they could catch. Looking busy. Looking like they were preventing some catastrophe. But the catastrophe was coming regardless.
…they’re coming here.
Bryan’s brain kept trying to throw up defenses against the inevitable: we can fight them, we can defeat them. But he had only to remind himself that countless other Earths had likewise fought and lost. Once the gates were finally open all the way, how many demons and eternally Possesseds would file through? A world-full? How could anyone defend against that?