Chapter 85: Sam's POV

Black dots. They were all black dots. I didn't see any demons in front of me. They were all just black dots in the way of my goal. It was hard to remember my goal. All I wanted to do was kill. And kill I did.

I became a hurricane, leaving a wake of destruction behind me. Everything turned to ruin in my wake. I couldn't remember who my own demons were, or where my brothers were. I was lost to my Wrath, forgetting everything and everyone as Satan.

My teeth hurt so much, I bit into anything in an attempt to relieve the freezing pain. Nothing helped. If anything, every time I tasted blood, I spit it back out in disgust.

Everything inside me was cold. Cold and dead and icy. Nothing warmed me up. I was a shard of ice, cutting into everything and everyone that met me. Black ice.

I was Satan. Everybody's worst fear.

We were closing in on the dark ones. I knew we were close. I could smell them, their foul stench of decaying flesh reaching me from a distance.

"We're almost there." I snapp