“Demon!” Wolfgang yelled, but it was too late. In the second it had taken his cry to be uttered, Shelton’s remains thrust a hand up, puncturing Rachelle"s torso with a fist. Bits of rib stuck out her back where her kit had been punched off by the force of the blow.
The demon peered round the body, wiggling its charred and bloody fingers as if examining its new found powers for the first time. Watching Eva, it cast the body aside, the lifeless body of her once-reluctant friend sliding across the rock plateau to fall into the abyss beyond. All remaining of her was a bloody smear on the ground.
“No!” Wolfgang bellowed, bringing his mini-gun to bear. The weapon spat a stream of bullets with such fury the demon should have been cut down in moments. However, this was a demon based on the dimen
