The sickening stench of brimstone and decay washed over Vixen as the monstrosity's wing unfurled towards her Maserati. Each razor-edged feather dripped with caustic ichor that sizzled against the very air.
"Cazzo..." she growled through clenched teeth. Her vision blurred, the unholy presence of this primordial nightmare searing her soul.
Vixen's vision hazed at the periphery as the entity's soul-scorching presence washed over her. She barely registered the signaling console still clenched in her white-knuckled grip, Serena's frantic voice reduced to an unintelligible buzzing drone. Her entire universe had contracted to this single, agonizing profanity before her - this primordial anathema given unholy life and sentience.
