Damned Straight to Heaven
“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”
I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce.
“You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.”
I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.
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