Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

Oh, what a wonderful sight, the blood flying, spraying the walls of the tunnel.

The Lessers closest to Sin stopped, looked at them, then at their fallen companions. They didn’t give a shit about their dead. They’d most likely eat them later. But they weren’t sure which prey to attack next.

It didn’t take them long to make up their mind though. Two was always better than one.

The Demons started to charge them again and Adrian reached back again for his knives. He only connected with the left one.

What the hell?

But he didn’t have time to figure it out. The momentum was all he needed to slash the one closest to him. What perfect timing!

He caught the fucker in the neck, ripping into his rotting skin and then slipping right between the vertebrae.

Oh, he loved the feeling of separating a head. It was an awesome sight to see: severed head rolling to the ground, its mouth opened on a scream, while the body continued twitching. He barely noticed the spurt of blood, not having time to relish it.

Because another had taken its place.

The job was never done. And now he needed to act like a body guard for this Human.

He’d have to force a way through, since Death wasn’t being quick enough!

Adrian jabbed his knife into the body of the next being, twisting as he shoved forward. And then he hit the next two in a sweeping arch.

He beheaded one on his right, then cut off a few limbs on the left. He needed to get to the passage a few feet down.

The things began to scream again, the sound echoing up to their location.

If he hadn’t been worried about a tunnel collapse he would have just used an explosive. He loved to watch pieces of Demon rain from the ceiling. It gave him a warm bubbly feeling in his tummy.

But alas, that was not to be. This part of the tunnel was too weak. They weren’t far enough into Hell yet. Inner Hell was a lot more stable.

Why? Fuck if he knew. Magic? Evil? If didn’t matter.

Adrian felt himself smiling as he hacked another Hoard Lesser up. He felt lighter, freer, happier. Oh, fighting was fucking great! Peace loving creatures were totally missing out.

Talk about stress relief!

He could still feel the woman behind him, holding onto the back of his armor. He turned to the right, where a few Demons had pushed past their comrades to attack. If they were smarter, he’d say that it was a trick to get to the tasty plump one behind him, because just as he attacked them, another Lesser went around the other side and took a bite out of his arm.

It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but that was the least of his worries. If one could get to the back of his arm, then one could get to the girl.

Adrian turned swiftly, using his blade to cut through the ones around him, but as he bent his arm to attack he noticed that there was nothing there. At least, there was nothing standing. There was however, a dead Lesser Demon on the ground.

And a bloody, knife wielding woman going into shock.

What the fuck?

Well, that probably explained his missing knife. At least it wasn’t lost in the tunnel. And seeing her standing there after killing a Demon with his blade? That was fucking hot. He was totally going to do her. If she agreed.

Of course she’d agree! Everyone wanted a taste of Sin.

Most people. His honest side supplied. But, hey, it was probable.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that. They needed to get out of this fucking melee and somewhere safer. Clearly she wasn’t used to killing zombie Demons, but then again, who was?

“Playtime’s over, baby. Hold on to that for now. But I want it back later.”

Already, he was killing Demons again.

These Hoard Demons were like vermin. They just kept multiplying. It was why they called them Hoard. He didn’t know the real name. Probably some Latin bullshit. He just knew, that they always attacked in groups.

The numbers were starting to thin, he noticed as he moved them through the sea of blood and guts.

He picked off a few from the ceiling, as they tried to drop down on them like spiders—or Spider Lesser Demons.

You didn’t want 100 pounds of exoskeleton and legs falling from the ceiling!

Adrian wasn’t used to fighting with just one blade anymore. He once fought with a sword but it was much too long ago.

He had switched over a few decades ago, and then realized the carnage he could inflict with two. Going back to one didn’t feel right. But he didn’t necessarily want the girl to be left unprotected.

Sure, one of the reasons he purposely left her bag behind was so that she was totally dependent on them. But he wanted her alive.

After all, he was kinky, not into necrophilia. Not that he thought that there was anything wrong with it. It just didn’t turn his crank.

They didn’t call him Sin for nothing.

Okay, so he started that, but it was part of his last name. Really!

Adrian could still feel the stinging in his arm. It felt wonderful. It throbbed and ached, and showed him that he was alive.

That feeling, along with the glee from the fighting, filled him up inside. It gave him a high. He could do this all night!

The chick stumbled, probably over a dead body, and fell against him. He could feel the cushion of her breasts against his arm and reminded him of another way to get this feeling. Another thing that he could be doing tonight.

It also reminded him that they were basically at the little secret tunnel that led off into