Look Up
Rhiannon stood on the sidewalk that ran along Las Vegas Boulevard, gaping at the sky.
Between the outlines of two buildings, she could see the Circus Circus hotel. Up above it, partially hidden by clouds, an amorphous shape began to bulge and wobble. It was blue and purple and white. So bright that it outshone the neons and headlights of oncoming cars. The Slayer was not the only one who saw it. Half the people on the sidewalk had also stopped in their tracks. Around the corner, a pick-up ran into the back of a taxi cab when its driver got distracted.
The gateway that once led to a hellverse had reappeared above the resort. Unlike before, it didn't scar the ground with lightnight strikes, or pull demons and innocent people into the sky. It simply hovered, as if waiting.
A prickle ran up Rhiannon's neck. Seconds later, what could only be described as a spectre wandered by her. It blinked and fizzled before disappearing into the side of the Angiers motel.