Trampa Infernal Novels & Stories

There was only two feet of space between us, and yet it felt like he was standing directly on my lungs, crushing the puny airbags under his boot until all the air drained from it. “The COST, Laziel Brahm, is when I get impeached from MY throne for treason against the pack, breaking pack laws, letting an infected roam free, and all after I have to execute MY best friend at the guillotine for the entire pack to see!” He bellowed, the boom of his baritone vibrating through the floors and walls until my knees were weak from standing.

He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke. "90% infrastructure destroyed General. Should we proceed to the next process?" The young general looked beyond, his gray eyes sharp and devoid of emotions. "Yes," he replied shortly. The ship suddenly shifted and it's crew came bustling around. The levers from the sides of the ship were slowly lowered as it started to descend and eventually landed on top of the tallest building in the city. A giant supervising the crew shouted commands as it guided the others to their stations. "Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!"