His attention should have gone first to securing the darksoul and returning it to his body. But the Son of Satan had made many mistakes that day and one more would not hurt.

He almost stumbled on his way over to Patsy, and nearly fell to the ground when he leaned over. He cupped her face in his hands and closed his eyes, drawing the light inside of him out and touching Patsy's soul. A moment of connection that she might feel despite being unconscious. Poor that as evil as his darksoul was, there was something good, something pure inside him.

Daimon paused for a moment. He swept a lock of hair out of Patsy's face before turning aside, searching for his trident. There it was.

But when Daimon reached for it a surge of soulfire coursed through his arm. He jerked back and let out a sharp yell.

That was a new trick.