Rebirth of the Nephilim - Chapter 34: The Right Class for the Right Pervert

... down at the mass of pulsating pustules hanging off to one side of the demon mother corpse, noses wrinkled from both the smell and the sight. As she watched, one of the gyrating growths split open, a slew of tiny purple tentacles spilling out as a miniature demon spawn core pulled itself out and plopped like a wet turd onto the ground. The demon’s orange eye stared up at her unblinkingly before the little abomination started crawling away, attempting to slip away under one of the many logs piled ...