"You've grown your teeth, angel. The demon with black eyes and paper-white face reappeared in front of Penny and moved his long, hooked nose hungrily. "Yes, today is just some kind of holiday, so much yummy. A clean, noble man, and now you. The words were almost inaudible, but Penny could easily read her lips.
The demon closed his eyes mockingly, as if anticipating a meal, and this time Penny did not miss. A shot, an explosion of sulfurous stench, and the demon settled at her feet in a pile of shrunken remains, like paper thrown into the fire.
Penny was already looking around for the basement door when a scream rang out from above, filled with such inhuman pain that the blood ran cold in her veins. She rushed to the stairs, fired, almost without looking, into the black shadow that flashed from the side. Rather! We need it soon! I ran out into the corridor of the second floor, at the end of which an open door loomed. Five demons appeared as if out of nowhere. They grinned, not in a hurry to attack. The weakness became unbearable, Penny felt as if she was grinding from the inside, double vision, the walls around her dancing. She fired once, twice, and three times, but the demons seemed to increase. Someone pounced on her from behind, pulled her vest down, forcing her to fall. The burst of gunfire below died down - or did Penny simply stop hearing sounds?
She jumped up, wriggled out and fired. One demon had crumbled into a heap of ashes, but there were four or more left—Penny still couldn't count. She took aim at the one who was moving the slowest of all, pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. One, two, three, no shots were fired, the demons, having stopped spinning and dodging, grinned and froze.
Misfire. What all the M4s are guilty of, the automatic is useless in the near future. Penny straightened up, felt for a pistol in her holster, and screamed in anger and despair. There were too many demons. Attracted by its smell and the fact that the shooting had stopped for a while, they appeared out of nowhere one after another, grinning and advancing, crowding into the corridor. There was silence in the motel, and Penny thought it was because all the creatures were here, next to her, and the guys were suddenly left alone, wondering where the opponents had gone.
From her shot, several demons shot up black smoke at once, only to materialize one step closer, almost close. To grin your toothy mouths hungrily. My eyes were swimming, my bones aching. I wanted to die.
"Angel," their voice sounded as if in their heads. "A prickly angel.
Penny shot at random, because she couldn't aim. She seemed to be able to hook someone, but she wasn't sure. The cartridges ran out, someone knocked her down. Penny pulled out another hidden pistol and fired. The cold chill touched his bones and at the same time hit his nerves with a burning pain. Penny thought she saw Ethan's dark-haired top of his head in the room behind the demons. If Penny couldn't break through to him now, it would be all over.
From within, despite weakness, rage rose, he wanted not just to shoot the demons that dared to torture Ethan and now stood in Penny's way, but to destroy them, all of them and their ilk. Burn it out like an infection, once and for all. Weakness, probably sent by a blood-based spell, suddenly receded, giving way to the purest rage. Penny screamed as she felt her bones crack and stretch, the skin on her back burst, the blood boil, and the knotted muscles and tendons. It was burning, but it was the right and long-awaited fire.
Everything around her was suddenly flooded with light, Penny heard her scream as if from the side, it was deafening and animalistic. Penny suddenly realized that she was looking down on the demons and that they were burning. The door to the room where Ethan was being held was also below Penny's eye level, so she had to duck and slouch. It took me a while to get inside, something behind my back, heavy and bulky, interfered.
A black shadow rushed towards him, but immediately flashed as if hitting some invisible barrier. Ethan was unconscious, lying on the floor, they didn't even think it necessary to tie him up. Clothes were torn, only a thin T-shirt and pants remained of tactical equipment. But he was breathing, and the faint movement of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled was the only thing that mattered to Penny.
Someone screamed, rushed at her, immediately burning in a bright flame, like the rays of the sun after a long night. Penny hardly realized that the light around her was coming from herself. It just didn't matter. She squatted down next to Ethan and saw several bowls of blood on the table. Candles standing around and signs inscribed with charcoal, from one glance at which the head began to spin and weaken the body. She wanted to destroy the damn altar with her bare hands, but Penny didn't have time: it just burst into flames like a bush doused with gasoline.