Chapter 36
"You make me laugh," Nenavist says, the demon who likes to call himself a Guardian slayer, laughing as he shakes his head at me. Dark wings begin to sprout from his back, the edges are pointy, and on the tip of his bones, there's a dark orb glowing. "The so-called Guardians have already said those things to me yet here I am, still alive and well."
"Well, you should be scared now," I say, glaring daggers at him. If my eyes could only release a beam of laser towards this demon, this demon would have been an ash by now. The demon looks at me, his brow arched, but you can clearly see how amused he is right now. It seems like this is all a joke on him. He doesn't really look like the demons I have read on the romance books I have, where the demons have red skins and horns and a bla
