Chapter 381

• "Why?" He stared at the tregeera, and then back down at the old man he'd killed. "I killed..." The words were meaningless, especially to a denizen of Hell. This was a normal thing for her.
• Caera sighed and shook her head, short black tendril hair bouncing around lightly between her horns. Which of course instantly made her groan and clutch her head with her bloody hand.
• "Fuck me," she said. "I need to lie down. Let's get back to the others." And with all the casualness of a farmer taking cows to the slaughter, she turned around, and got to work on the bodies.