Chapter 11
“Can we help any of them?” Rick asked. He stood between Charlie and Lucien, staring at the diner across the street, his nose scrunched and mouth turned down.
Lucien understood his confusion. Diablos were strange creatures to look upon. Not quite human, but not full demons either. It was hard to discern whether to kill them or save them. That was the illusion, anyway. Lucien knew otherwise. They were beyond saving.
“They’ve already begun to change,” Charlie said.
Lucien tightened his grip on the leather handle of a sharp blade. “We need to kill them. Now.”
“Do you think there are any humans in there?” Rick asked. “I don’t want to kill anyone accidently.”
“I sense only evil,” Charlie said and closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. “And something else. Something powerful
