Chapter 15Before the hellhound reaches me, I feel the floor rushing up to grab me. Glass cuts into my skin and tears my clothes. The textured tile feels like rock, just as hard and cold where I can feel it directly against me. Saliva that tastes like snake venom drips down my throat.
The Soul Ripper, looking like solid smoke, sways over me. It has no face, but I can sense its smiling expression as long, wispy fingers coil above me. I wish it would just take my soul already instead of taunting me.
Suddenly, on each side of it, Thor and Jason appear. They both stare down at me. I don’t know who I should look at, Thor, the Soul Ripper, or Jason. It’s like a merry-go-round of faces in my vision.
I want to choke on the snake venom.
The Soul Ripper jumps and turns its head to the side as if
