The scene at the lake was unbelievable. A hundred tentacles trying to catch itself a free army lunch.

“Hey watch where you’re going?” A drunk slammed into me, shotgun in his hand.

“Want some rye?” Les asked.

I glanced over as Les passed a full, open bottle to the man. Geesh I knew he was a demon, never occurred to me he was this evil.

“Don’t mind if I do,” the man said, drinking a quarter of a bottle in one gulp. “Hey, you haven’t see Lisa Belle have you. I popped her a smart one, have to keep her in her place, yeah, and she’s gone and done a runner again.” He took another swig of the bottle, and another until the drink was finished. He tossed the bottle aside. “She’s probably gone to that smarmy Mack’s place. Well, I’m gonna kill him good this time.”

A long tentacle snaked over the grass and wound itself around the drunk. Taking him beneath the water, there was a curdled yell, the water trembled, then everything was dead quiet.

“Alcohol is toxic to it,” Les said with a shrug. “Go figure.”