s la
issing my bare shoulders. My sniper rifle, an old friend at this point, was locke
red, finger twitching near the
one of Hell, crouched on a mortal rooftop like some comm
wo shits about getting a little blood splatter on my clothes. Hell, back home, it w
n hour. Would he notice if I showed up smelling like gunpowder and br
I tensed, peering through the scope. Fa
shole doesn't show up soon, I'm gonna hav
unter always waits for the perfect moment." Yeah, well, easy for hi
ion, the power of holding someone's life in your hands. It was intoxi
ked smile. Who said you could
saw my target saunter into view. The demon – masquerading as a middle-age
bastard," I whisper
crosshairs aligned perfectly with his head.
a
nstant. The demon's head snapped back, a spray of black ichor painting the w
ttered, a smirk tugging at my li
re the job was finished. No resurrection, no last-minute dem
way hellspawn. Maybe he'll finally get
ckle of hellfire tingled across my skin as the equipment vanished. I
of demon go
scent of brimstone filled my nostrils as flames licked at my feet. In
ng the last traces of gunpowder swirl down the drain. The s
down my dress, a slinky black number that hugged every curve. Perfec
the lobby. My heels clicked against the poli
is as good as his bite," I mused,
ent and distant cigarette smoke. I walked up the street, my s
to view, and I paused, taking a
e. My eyes scanned the room, landing on a man at the bar. Elias. Even f
tory intensity. A slow smile spread across his r
ging over me. "Aren't you a sight for s
. "Careful, big boy. Stare too ha
that sent a shiver down my spine. "Tru
I couldn't help but wonder if he had an
t I could smell his cologne,
ief dance in my eyes. "Whiskey on the r
ool glass, bringing it to my lips. The amber liquid burned pleasantly a
of his own drink, "how was yo
ew. "Oh, you know," I said, waving my hand dismissively,
he sniper rifle in my hands, the rush of adrena
feeling ravenous. "Let's get some
emed a touch sharper than normal. "So
urning to the waitress. "We'll tak