The man reached into his pocket and pulled forth a cellular phone. He dialed a number and held it outward; he obviously had put the phone on speaker. "Hmph. Phones," Zafira scoffed. Cole heard the phone ring three times before someone answered.

"Speak," a female voice said through the phone.

"This is Chicago district," the man said. "A succubus wishes to speak with you."

"A succubus, huh? Is it Zafira?"

"Affirmative."

"Tell her rules are rules and I'm not bending them, not even for her."

"Not even for a cure for your affliction?" Zafira yelled into the phone.

There was a long pause. "Send her in."

"She also has a...