Chapter 62: Rain Rain Go Away (6)
The misshapen form of man and demon crawled forward.
Fallen.
It was a Fallen. The worst enemy to deal with right now. One with a malignant intelligence.
There was no doubt of it, its hate vibrated in near-tangible waves.
But then what damn class was it on?
What spectrum did it fall under?
Thra-DOOM!
Thunder clashed once more.
The rain rode on the hard wind, bathing the space in its colorless ambience while the monster's eyes remained only of noticeable sinister color. It was five yards away, and slowly it opened its mouth. But not where Hope expected it to open on the human's face, but beneath the lower jaw where it curved toward the neck. There it split, and a forked tongue extended like a blood ribbon with sharp fangs bared.
'What...'
And from it a fetid odor emanated, teasing nausea as black liquid dripped.