The High demon Yuro bore her monstrous teeth as it hissed at Nevaeh when she did not hand over the cor diaboli upon request. The three of them readied their stances, preparing for the fight that would no doubt happen when this b***h realized that no one was going to give it what it wanted.
“Don’t let it out of your sight,” Nevaeh advised. The last time they met this devil, Aron and Sébastien were there. Not remembering much since she was basically on the verge of unconsciousness, Nevaeh didn’t know how that fight actually played out, but she did remember that when the Lycans began to corner the demon, she took off rather quickly. Did Yuro have an issue with Lycans? Even so, the problem this time was, the Lycans weren’t here to save them now.
“How do we fight her?” Ofa ask
