The demon’s ruby eyes flicked up to the catwalk, then back to the detective, ‘Well you could...I don’t know... maybe find a staircase?’
He sauntered over to Karl, as casual as a man going for a morning walk. He walked directly through all the...mess. Yet, no bloody footprints trailed him. Now...
An early morning mist crept in through the wide open door of the warehouse, coiling around the detective’s feet and the many shelves around the warehouse. A chill hung in the air, sudden and unwelcoming, just like the creature who caused it.
‘well that certainly is disgusting , even for me.’...