CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Opticon walked forward as the world watched. News helicopters hovered at what they thought was a safe distance. Yokaiju, the burning ghostly thing, looked down as she approached. “You are no match for me,” he said to her, the voice echoed inside her head. The demon’s mouth never moved. “Maybe not but I have to—“ Yokaiju had no tolerance for disrespect. He wasn’t finished speaking.
He didn’t care if she knew it or not. His left arm stretched out and the burning skeletal hand wrapped around her throat, he picked her up, brought her face to face. “I want you to consider your options here and oh, do enjoy the trip. When you get back we can talk about what we do next,” he said into her mind and with that he threw her, it looked like a causal toss. However, the intense stren
