I focus on our surroundings. A demon is approaching us, separating from the rest of the battle.
Brenda.
Shit.
I’m not sure I can deal with a higher demon yet.
“Crispin, there’s a demon coming, but I’ll get rid of her,” I say with a confidence that is entirely made up.
I grasp my magic tightly, preparing to fight. This demon is going nowhere near my Guardians.
Now that she’s coming closer, I get a better view of her hideousness. Her flesh looks like it’s too large for her skin. Boils cover her arms and legs, but I’m not sure if they’re from the battle or always like this. Sharp teeth are protruding from her puckered lips; they’re totally out of proportion with the size of her mouth. A few hairs are stretched over her otherwise bald skull. She’s the ugliest being I’ve ever seen.
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