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character was everything her poor mother believed Ume was. Special. A defender against the Oni . Powerful.
    It was, without a doubt, the height of escapism. But she was addicted to this game. And, she reached up to grasp the teardrop pearl around her own neck, it reminded her of her past. Of her mother’s stories.
    If only her mother and Julie were both right. If only it were real.

Chapter Two
    What in Hell was going on?
    Scratch that. He knew exactly what was going on in Hell. The stereotypical slashing and shattering of hopes and dreams. Sex, drugs, rock and roll and the occasional sacrifice. And that was just the first level. What Saint really wanted to know was, what was going on with him ?
    Liam was on his way to San Francisco, armed with a Bluetooth and the promise of help from a demon. Half demon, but it meant the same thing. Saint was as bound to that promise as he was to his next breath. Especially since it would get him what he wanted in return.
    Ume.
    He was like a junkie, terrified and longing for the next fix. He’d touched her life for an instant, and now he couldn’t wait to get back. So why hadn’t he? Why was he hesitating?
    He’d felt something, a jolt, a connection that he’d never felt before. It was as though a ghost had reached in to grip his heart. Among other things. Almost as if she’d touched him back. Connected to him without even being aware of it herself.
    How was that possible? She was related to Julie Wu. And Julie was one hundred percent human. From that swift influx of feeling and information he’d received, Ume was too. But then, how had she affected him so strongly?
    There was nothing to do but reconnect. Find the answers he needed. He wouldn’t be able to relax until he had them.
    He caressed his phone and opened his laptop, feeling the energy from both of them. Through these portals lay the life force of a billion souls crying out to be heard, to be seen in the darkness. They pulsed with desires. They resonated in his mind, a symphony of secret sins, a carnal cacophony of greed and lust, envy and fear. And hope. That one refrain that always set humans apart. Hope in the face of uncertainty and the knowledge of their temporary natures. It brought the rest into harmony. Gave it purpose.
    But he didn’t want to listen to their music tonight. He only wanted to hear one voice. Hers. Find Ume.
    With a thought he was there. In her home. In her life. Invading every facet without remorse. This was an unknown entity. This was war. He felt the heat of her body as though she were beside him, and he knew it was true. She was different. If the feeling wasn’t enough, irrefutable proof appeared right in front of him.
    She was playing his game.
    When he scrolled through her stats and found the date she began playing, his jaw dropped. Months. Closer to a year. She had leveled up dozens of times, been online nearly as often as he had, and he’d never noticed her.
    It wasn’t possible.
    If he was just a man, maybe. The world of Demon Saint was large, even by serious gamer standards. For a normal man it would be tantamount to finding the proverbial needle in a mountain of hay.
    Saint was not a man. This was his game. It was a part of him. He hadn’t just developed the code—he was the code. He created as he went, for individual and group desires, with demons to challenge each avatar’s strengths and weaknesses. He was Demon Saint. And the only way she could have slipped past his notice would be if she had some sort of magical protection.
    Her character wore a pearl necklace enchanted to ward off evil. But every character gave themselves imaginary protections. Those only worked within the confines of the game. And only when Saint wanted them to.
    He stood up and started pacing. Was she a trick? A test from his paternal side? A Trojan horse with Helen’s allure custom made to reel him in? But no, she wouldn’t be. His father had no time for him. That sick sod had only one purpose. Seduction.