Looping and whirling, a Demoness spirit and the Tome book in chase did fling and flounder, flung by a blast many times the power of Krakatoa. High into the air they were thrown, captured there by the jet stream and it too multiplied the speed by what the force from below had launched then so very high.
Tumbling head over heels, ass over applecart, Lysaila felt a dread of fear for her existence. As if she continued to live by the will of Satan and his host of demonic archangels, it was likely at any moment the prominence of God almighty could erase her from ever touching the heart and body of mankind.
sloping from high cloud to another, she saw ahead of her the largest and highest could of them all, a Kansas thunderhead. A super storm with billowing rolls of cloud vapor tipping the heights of 70,00 feet into the sky.
Rolling along with the high velocity winds it was the will of someone in another dimension, as from a roaring tornado far below came up the whirling shaft a black object. The thing rand like the bells at the fire, it chimed sweet tones but came higher and closer to Lysaila.
Three dark things high in the air, coming ever closer, near one to the other two, until with her eyes wide in horror; Lysaila, the Tome, and a Baldwin grand piano slammed Lysaila in the face, the tome hitting the back of her head, and all three plummeted down, down, down, and down, crashing into a house in Prairie Dog, Kansas.