CHAPTER 42: First mission.

Two days later Sirin was finally let oud to meet the soldiers.

There were about fifty people both men and women, some weren't even human and had expensive looking adjustments made to their armour because of this. However, that didn't really matter what did was that these were the best of the best soldiers at their current disposal. They had all been informed about the mission, though the details of their new companion remained vague up till now.

All of them looked terrified at the demon. Sure, they had heard the rumours about a demon living I the abandoned section of the base. But they thought they were just that, rumours. At most it might just be a new resident that just happened to have horns. They had never thought that their higher ups would actually call a creature from hell.

A few had even tried to shoot Sirin, but William had stopped them in time and introduced Sirin to them.

Even then some drew triangles over their eyes and shoulders, saying that this must go against the will of the three gods.

Of course, Sirin overheard this and smirked.

"On the contrary, the gods saw how pathetic you were and sent me to help you out." He said in a mocking tone.

He could feel the slight recognition of the gods from their prayers. Even if it was for his own gain, he was here to help them. And this slight amount of holy energy greatly annoyed him, so the least he could do to get some payback was to make fun of them.

However, he couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't burning up. Surely the gods had heard these prayers, otherwise the holy energy wouldn't even be present from these half-assed prayers. Were the gods simply fine with him fooling around on one of the living worlds? Were they so omnipotent that they simply couldn't care? Or was he just their pawn and simply needed to be here for the time being?

He also found the triangle shape odd. If there really were three gods, why place one above the other two? Wouldn't the lower two feel left out and overpower the higher one?

Since multiple worlds seemed to refer to the same three gods, he might just kidnap a priest or something later. Then he would surely get good answers, but for now he couldn't get distracted.

After meeting the soldiers and nearly getting into a fight with one of them they all went to rest before the mission would begin.

The soldier that he just couldn't get along with kind of looked like a demon themselves with the hooves and horns. Maybe they just felt threatened by the presence of a real demon, or they were scared that they would get associated with this hell spawn later on. However, Sirin was just as much to blame with his uncontrollable urge to piss off anything vaguely demon like that wasn't a demon.

It was still dark; the sun wasn't about to rise for another four hours. The soldiers were woken up by William accompanied by the squad leader of this mission. Though they were complaining all the way they managed to get ready surprisingly fast for such a large group.

Though when the time came Sirin refused to get in their 'flying vehicle.' Even if he blamed it on the quarrel he had with one of the soldiers, it was really because he wanted to see how this giant metal box could fly.

Before anyone had the chance to question him, he had already taken off his shirt to reveal his wings, but also the still thin bone like structure that had been growing over his chest and back for a few hours now. This 'bone' was serving as some sort of natural armour. Much like his wings this change in his body was happening rapidly, though it seemed to go a bit slower than back then.

As soon as he spread his wings some of the soldiers started to murmur amongst themselves and suddenly this demon being send by the goods no longer seemed that far of. Even if Sirin didn't care to listen he couldn't help but pick up on the word angel being thrown around.

Eventually they took off and headed towards the outpost. It wasn't until the mortals started to jump out of their vehicle with parachutes that Sirin came to regret his decision of flying by himself.

Even if this was serious for the soldiers Sirin really wanted to try this parachute stuff as well. Unfortunately, all he could do was fly down to regroup with the soldiers.

He waited on the ground until all of them had landed and then started to move towards the outpost.

The plan was quite simple actually. Sirin would go first and kill as many as possible, then the rest of the soldiers would storm in to capture the higher ups and retreat.

They still tried to remain as hidden as possible so that they could come close. Sirin found this pretty annoying, but that could be said for almost everything that mortals did.

Finally, they gave Sirin the signal to charge ahead. He couldn't help but unconsciously wagging his tail in excitement as he rushed towards the closest opponents.

He took three of the guards out before the rest even had the time to load their guns. And yet Sirin was surprised to see how much effort he had to put in to kill the people.

If regular humans were to be compared to paper these would be cardboard. Sirin even worried that he had become weaker somehow but a quick check with the inspect skill set him at ease.

< Strength measure: 14 >

That was right. Their strength was twice as much as that of Henrik right after he became Sirin's warlock.

When he was done killing the guards he stopped for a moment. Their blood smelled off. He dipped his fingers in a small puddle of it and saw that it had a slight orange tint to it.

Indeed, this wasn't regular human blood despite all these guards clearly being human.