text: Rochelle translated in her head as she flipped through the book, finally locating the section on Seraphs. Nothing in it seemed to indicate how to heal the Angel. It must be under some other section. She flipped to the back to see if there was an index.
  
  There wasn't.
  
  "Can't find it?" Juanita asked.
  
  "Not sure where to look."
  
  "Maybe under Succuba?"
  
  Rochelle flipped through the book and read through that section again. "Hmm, it references something called the Succuba's Lust in regards to the chain."
  
  "Maybe a more general chapter on demonic weapons?"
  
  "Hmm..." Rochelle flipped to the table of contents at the front. "Okay, this might be it."
  
  She flipped to a section that translated to "Spiritual Warfare." Her eyes scanned rapidly, looking for the phrase "Succuba's Lust," while her finger slowly moved down the page, guiding her vision down line after line —
  
  "Got it!" she smiled. "An Angel wounded by the toxin — the Succuba's Lust — found on the Demon's chain will slowly be devoured by the darkness instead of their hearts breaking under the rush of sensations and dying. The darkness will slowly spread until the entire Angel is consumed by it and their manifested essence dies."
  
  "Yeah, that sounds like what's happening to Sophia," Juanita agreed.
  
  "Any Angel wounded needs to be gifted love through their sword."
  
  "Well, how do we do that?"
  
  The van stopped at a light as Rochelle kept reading, translating in her head. Hikaru made the left turn onto 112th Street, heading back towards Pacific Avenue. Our Lady of Angels, the sanctuary they had left Sophia at, lay on the other side of Pacific Avenue.
  
  "Two people who love each other must demonstrate their love in a physical act in the sword's —
  
  "Rochelle!"
  
  "What, Hikaru?" she snapped in irritation.
  
  "I thought you said this way was clear."
  
  Her stomach sank. "I didn't see this far. Why?"
  
  "There's a roadblock at 112th Street and Pacific Avenue. And that's not even the worse part."
  
  "What?" Juanita asked.
  
  "Its under attack by Lemures."
  
  "Fuck," Rochelle muttered. "Guess I need to do some more futuring."
  
  "That's not a word!"