She spun him round to face her, her manner had now completely changed.

"For fuck's sake Kiz, let the old fart run. We need to get out of here, I've left Kali at the mansion. Morty will have realised by now that Kali and I are twins which now puts Augustus at even greater risk."

Kizmat stared hard.

"How did you do that? Speak that bastard language and yet...which one are you? Kali or Charon?

A weird smile crossed her lips.

"Ahhh...the forbidden language. Was it a tad too much? You suspected from the start did you not? What gave it away my favourite demon afflicted friend?"

Kizmat frowned. Part of him was sure it was Kali but part of him wasn't quite sure, not until a second figure came racing into sight. She jogged to a halt and grabbed the arm of the first and bending over she took in huge gasps of air.

"Morty knows, on his way now. Need to go."

The two looked absolutely identical, Kizmat stared.

"How the fuck do you tell yourselves apart?"

Puffing the second figure pulled up the back of her t-shirt showing the huge scarred pentagram.

"That answer your question? You've seen it often enough you ought to have thought of that. Hanging round Morty has lowered your IQ. Now unless we all want to be imprisoned and endure thoroughly unpleasant tortures, my suggestion is that we get the fuck out of here and NOW! And Kali, will you stop drooling and find a demon for yourself!"

Charon grabbed Kizmats arm and hauled him as hard as she could. Tawiscara had circled ever lower and joined the group as they made their way to the gates...