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“For the past century, they’ve called me Stefan the Surgeon,” Stefan said. He balanced on one foot as the rock below him hovered over boiling lava.
The change in temperature made me instantly sweat.
Whoever this Stefan was, he wasn’t a normal vampire.
Normal vampires bit people in the dark, lived forever, and generally kept to themselves.
Vampires didn’t typically travel to the underworld. That was even more creepy.
This guy was a freak.
“Stefan the General,” Stefan said, grinning. “Stefan the Guvnor. Stefan the Acupuncturist. My job is to surgically remove demons. Unlike your grandpa’s demon hunters, I don’t just hunt them down in the city and go home for the night. I hunt these bastards at the source. And I’m the most hated man in Hell for it.”
A wave of fire leapt up from the
