CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“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 b****y 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 b****y smear on the ground.
“No!” Wolfgang bellowed, bringing his mini-g*n 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 de
