Story 676: The Devil Won’t Die

The rubble trembled. A low, guttural growl cut through the crackling flames.

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook wiped the blood from his forehead, his breathing heavy. He could feel it—this wasn’t over.

"Eva," he muttered, eyes locked on the shifting debris. "Move. Now."

BOOM.

The wreckage exploded outward, sending shards of concrete and metal flying. A shadow emerged.

General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger.

His uniform was torn, his skin charred, but he still stood—stronger. More furious. His red beret, now stained with soot, still clung to his head like a crown of war.

His crimson eyes burned through the smoke.

"You really thought that would kill me?" Kruger growled, rolling his shoulders. His wounds sealed themselves, the charred flesh sloughing off to reveal new, unscarred skin.

Eva cursed under her breath. "That’s not regeneration," she whispered. "That’s something else."

Rook didn’t wait for an explanation. He raised his pistol and fired.

BANG. BANG. BANG.