Look Out For Hellbringer
In a room was a massive expanse of polished steel and glass, an ultra-modern command center with large digital displays lining the walls. At its heart, standing tall and commanding, was Rachel Sterling, her arms crossed over her chest.
The blue light from the large display washed over her, lending an ethereal glow to her already radiant features.
On one side of the room, leaning against the wall, stood Victor. His gaze was fixed on his phone, his face impassive.
The other side of the room was occupied by a slender figure with refined beauty.
Her hair was a cascade of chestnut strands, neatly tied in a high ponytail. She possessed a slender, graceful form, adorned in a tight-fitting hunter suit that accentuated her curves and a generous bosom.
Her light brown eyes were brimming with a flurry of frustration. This was Amelia von Haughton, Rachel's closest confidant, and her countenance was marred by a frown of disapproval.