Thirty Three

I should have left with Michael to scout the area for any of Lucifer’s spies. Stopped dead in my tracks. With speed, no humans couldn't track, with strength, mere humans couldn't possess. He kicked me square in my chest that threw me across the cave, smashing me into a wall. Bloodlust hit me hard. I didn't even call my armor. My fangs elongated, and fingernails turned into claws. My inner demon purred, I tracked his movements in the cave and shot at him with blinding speed, he didn't even see coming until the last possible moment did I allow him to see me. The look of shock on his face was pure joy to me the bitch giggled with pleasure. The hunter now the hunted. Red eyes stared back at me. I raked my claws across his face and watch as the wounds healed almost instantly. Hmm very interesting this was going to be fun. He came back at me with a sword in hand. I caught his blade between my hands and smiled at him. He rewarded me with a grin. I pushed his blade back at him, my elbow co