Bastards even hell would fear.

When I invoked {Honey Trap}, a sweet scent filled the air. The fragrance was intoxicating and felt like smoking cannabis. It was both comforting and left you wanting more. After a few seconds, the comfort turned to longing.

My hand unconsciously gripped the MAC-11's tighter, my anger felt like it was about to explode. My thoughts revolved around a single thought. "GIVE ME MORE!"

This {Fate} was incredibly powerful even at level 2. What the hell was Evelyn Flowers doing regretting giving birth to such a thing?

"Ugh, there it is again. Fuck! Let's get this over with."

"It doesn't seem as bad as last time. Hombre."

" You guys okay? " I asked in passing.

"I'll be fine when I blow up some pedejos. Hombre."

"Same, this vase is a like the cocksleeve of the devil."

A few seconds later, my senses picked up over fifty zombies running towards us from all directions. This should be the last of the undead.