“We made it,” Helmer hissed, pulling the General around the corner of a building.
They were in the middle of a small area, near an unsightly — at least at first glance — one-story building with no windows and only a single door, which, for some reason, seemed to be only half its expected size.
There were four very serious guards on duty, none of whom seemed confused or cowardly.
“We must act quickly,” the demon bared his curved daggers. “And we have to be bloody. We’ll cut off their heads first, then their balls. Why? Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve cut off someone’s balls.”
“Give that to me,” Hadjar grabbed the note from the demon’s belt that had been given to him by the officer.
“What do you-”
“Helmer,” Hadjar interrupted sternly. “They are like children right now. Th
