11
As I stare at the Grotus demon, heat pools behind my eyes. My irises brighten with the red of demonic wrath.
“Don’t you dare,” says Cissy.
Oh, I dare.
Thrax rank demons by letter; Grotus are Class D. In other words, they’re not too hard to kill. That said, they’re painful little buggers who drive migraines into the humans they latch onto. Since the doc healed me, the least I can do is kill the demon on his neck and skull.
And if it helps me blow off a little steam after my crap time escaping from Ethan?
Hey, that’s just a bonus.
Once the nurse is gone, the doc turns back to face me. “Where were we?” he asks.
Cissy gestures to the door. “You were saying the patient here is dismissed and you’re leaving. Now.”
I rub my palms together in the mwhah-hah-hah movement of super-villains
