Bob hellfire

"Sounds kind of familiar," I muttered. I wrapped up my hand again. "But that's what I thought too. And my staff is acting weird. When I start to run power through it, I'm getting excess heat. The runes start glowing like embers and there smoke curling up out of them. Seemed like my workings with the staff were coming out a lot bigger than I wanted, too. Did I blow something on the preparation?"
"Maybe," Bob said. "But, uh. Well, it sounds a lot like Hellfire. I hear that some of the Fallen really love it. "
"What?"
"Hellfire," Bob said. "Uh, it's sort of an alternate power source. Not a pleasant one, but man, you could really turbocharge violent spells with it. "
"I know what Hellfire is, Bob. "
"Oh. Right. Why are you using it then, Harry?"
I said through clenched teeth, "I don't know. I didn't mean to. I don't know what the hell is going on. "
"Hell," Bob said. "Heh. You made with the funny, boss."
I had involuntary access to Hellfire. How had that happened?
Lasciel's sigil on my left palm was the only cool spot on my burning hand.
Hell's bells. I shook my head and headed for the ladder back up.


Blood Rites Chapter 42, Page 369-370