Maya didn’t remember passing out. All she could remember was pain and a lot of it. When she came to again, her body was still on fire and blood still dripped from the cuts along her arms, legs, and collarbone. Maya was sure the blood should have clotted by now. There must be something in demon claws that prevented humans from healing right away. She was in too much pain to think about it much.
The door opened and Aron walked in again. He smirked at the sight.
“You don’t look so well, human,” he said.
“Why are you doing this?” Maya groaned.
“Which part? Killing Cillian and Azrael? That’s for family. Torturing you now is just fun,” Aron replied. He went to grab her again but paused. Her turned toward the door for a moment, listening for something. Without warning, he ran out of the
