Chapter Sixteen
“You’re late to the party,” Chesca says, sitting on the body of the fiend I saw earlier. His wings have been torn off and his face is… well, not very face-like anymore.
Remind me not to cross Chesca. And please make her forget that I attacked her earlier. That wasn’t me. That was my magic.
Only now do I take in my surroundings. The ground is littered with dead demons. Burnt demons, mostly. Further away, demons are still fighting, but we are standing in a bloody clearing. An acrid smell hangs in the air. Something like the smell of burned hair mixed with that of steak and dog poo. I try to breathe through my mouth, but the smell still reaches my nose.
“Did I do all that?” I ask quietly, shocked by the sheer devastation.
“Yeah, sure you did,” Chesca said cheerily, still
