Succubus Speed

‘I thought we’d bombed everything in this shaznek town,’ said Olek, about to wipe his feverish brow with his jacket sleeve before he realised there was no hand at the end of it and blood was spouting from the cleanly severed stump like a geyser.
‘Saint Nadalya! Throne and Earth!’ Rzanev backed away from the bloodied Olek, who tried to staunch the bleeding with his other hand then realised that it had been removed too. On the sallow breeze, Hersk thought he made out a playful giggle, an oddly coy and uniquely disturbing sound in the circumstances.
Blezni’s praying became audible. Rzanev joined him and the chorus grew louder still.
Hersk was torn between helping Olek and getting the others to move.
Then a flash of silver caught the eye – it looked like the weak sun overhead had caught on Olek’s armour at first – and poor Olek’s body separated into two.



Votum Infernus