160 The Butcher of Sosalk - Part 12

I summoned every inch of willpower and strength left in me to stand. My sides ached, as though someone had thrust multiple knives in them. I was sure I had broken at least a rib. The goat headed demon beside me was wheezing, its hideous face turned toward me. Its head was as big as my torso. It slowly blinked, revealing large amber pupils within pitch dark eyes.

"I don't imagine you envisioned your life heading this way, did you?" it asked. Its voice was faint, whispering within the deepest confines of my soul.

"My life has been nothing but endless suffering," I answered. "I stopped dreaming, planning my next steps long ago."

The demon chuckled. Its raspy voice made me shudder. I saw a large cut across its hairy torso. Some of its organs spewed out, while energy clear to the naked eye flew upwards. A dark liquid oozed out, slowly painting its body with the color of death.