Chapter 46: REUNION IN THE STORM — FRIEND OR FOE?
A series of lightning strikes lit up the city, revealing the new Eater Blade stepping out of the coffin. Resting on his shoulder was a hybrid weapon — shotgun and sword fused together, still slick with fluid. But what made him truly strange was his...
ZRAAAK!
Another lightning bolt split the sky and there it was: a battered brown leather bomber jacket with a fur collar, whipping wildly in the storm wind. Sewn all over it were odd patches — dozens of images of women, stitched in different angles and poses, some just fragments of bodies, their faces frozen in alluring smiles.
"The savior of the apocalypse has arrived!" the newcomer bellowed, voice echoing through the rain.
Johnquis leaned forward, eyes narrowing at that unmistakable silhouette. One look at that warped aura, that deranged energy, and he knew.
"Holy shit— God has forsaken me... Of all people, why did the heavens have to drop him down here?"
The newcomer stared at him with that cocky smile, eyes glinting like a wolf that found its favorite chew toy.
"JOHNKISS! My man! Still breathing, huh? Where’s your smokin’ hot sister? She still tagging along, or did she finally dump your sorry ass?"
Johnquis let out a ragged exhale, like someone had just punched straight through his ribs.
"...Oh, fuck off. And stop calling me that damn name, Savier."
The rain came down in sheets, drumming the street as more Eaters came out of the shadows. They slithered from alleyways, dropped from sagging balconies — slick shapes made of rot and bone, hungry eyes glinting in the strobing lightning.