Ever since that day I’d been turned into an incubus, moving through worlds took zero effort. I simply thought about where I wanted to go, and I stepped through the fabric of each dimension. Or in this case, the Brotherhood called, and it was more like I was pulled through.In a blink of an eye, I went from standing in my kitchen to crouching in what appeared to be a warehouse of some sort. Dim light glowed from the windows high above, casting long shadows over the crates stacked neatly against the walls. Dust filled the musty air. No one had been here in days, maybe weeks. I held the smooth hilt of my dagger in one hand as I scanned the darkness for demons.A sense of awareness that four of my demon-hunting brothers were nearby settled any apprehension I might have felt. Whatever I’d stepped into, I had backup.I held perfectly still, waiting in the ice-cold building. There was no sound, no movement, just dead air and nervous anticipation that was always present in the space just before a battle.Then I heard it, the faint hiss of a demon off to the right.
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