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responsible. Surely, Adram wasn’t that sick?
    “How many times Xan? I may be a demon but I’m not that evil…” he pointed to the bodies emphasising his point and mocking the way I’d done it to him, “…ok, evil to a point but not sadistic. The dark lord doesn’t like shit like that.”
    I pulled out my gun because whomever I was feeling had a hell of a lot of sin and I wanted to lap it up! Adram was right; I was way too hungry and was mentally kicking myself for leaving it this long. I had hoped the sin from breaking into the National History Museum would be enough, oh how wrong I was. I crept slowly towards the bodies and sighed. Whoever did this was one sick bastard. All five guards had been gutted, and it was very apparent their testicles had been chopped off and stuffed down their throats. The place was too quiet. I called to the air for it to tell me its secrets and what it told me had me shitting myself and that really didn’t happen very often,
    “Adram, we need to get out of here now,”
    “Why?”
    “What do you mean why?”
    “I’m curious…”
    “Curiosity killed the cat.” And, whatever had done this was watching us. “Seriously I don’t like this.” I pulled my Glock and slipped the safety off. “We’re being watched and whatever did this managed to kill so fast they didn’t make a noise.”
    “Well, it’s not a demon because I would have felt it by now. Can you tell what it is from the sin?” Adram looked worried, hell I was worried. It had been a long time since I went up against something that had this amount of sin.
    A dark shadow scuttled across the wall and made Adram jump enough for him to grab hold of me,
    “I never had you down as a scaredy cat Adram…”
    “We have to get out of her NOW!” He grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. In all the time I had known him Adram had never, ever been scared. Oh, he’d faked it many a time, but the sweat forming on his brow made my heart skip a beat. “Please Xan, you can’t beat it, you have to run.”
    “I’ve never ran in my life.” I pulled my arm away and stared at him. I heard the scraping of claws against the marble floor and I froze. Whatever Adram was scared of was right behind me.
    Slowly I turned and Adram was right; I should have ran. I could tell what was standing in front of me had been human at some point. Its humanity had been stripped bare and its body had been contorted into the beast it now was. Skin strained against its bones like it was emaciated and its spine jutted from its back making it unable to stand upright. This really, really wasn’t good.
    “What the hell is it?” I whispered to Adram to find that he had already vanished, “Why do I even bother being surprised anymore?” I may not know what it was but I was about to kill it.
    I aimed and fired. Not many things could come back from a head shot, especially with a silver bullet but this thing just looked at me. Its long tongue licked across its head leaving a river of slime over the wound. Eww and eww! It sat looking at me like a really ugly puppy,
    “Don’t move…” Apparently Adram was back,
    “I just shot that thing in the head with a silver bullet.”
    “It’s a Tracker and it looks like it’s found what it was looking for.”
    “Let me guess, me?”
    “Yep,” Adram whispered so close I felt his breath on the back of my neck.
    “Where the hell did you go? I thought…”
    “I’d leave you? I did.”
    “Well thanks.” I practically growled,
    “Trackers are brutal but they didn’t cause this. They lack finesse and opposable thumbs to be able to create death in that manner.” The Tracker was still licking at its head ignoring us,
    “So, what do we do?”
    “I have no idea. I’m a demon not a hero.” Well wasn’t that just great. Before I could argue that he was supposed to help me, there was an almighty boom and a cloud of gas started to fill the room.
    “What now?”
    “That would be the cavalry…maybe…I