Chapter Five
Erik was used to c*****e.
It was hard to spend decades fighting and not be, but his jaw tightened at the sight of the dead and mutilated men.
Maybe there was no practical difference between shooting a man and sending a monster to tear him apart, but at least Erik had the balls to be there and risk his life.
He didn’t pity the men there for dying, only for how they’d died. They worked for the Core in a secret facility. Their intel suggested this was some sort of data center, which meant the personnel were likely privy to the disgusting plans of their masters.
A man couldn’t work for a demon and complain when he woke up smelling of brimstone and the demon had bitten his balls off.
The team spread out, pushing tables and crates out of the way as they sought survivors. There
