Instead, the smile returned to her lips, crueller this time, and the girl began to make a low, clucking sound, goading them forward.
“Lower the card, this is your last warning,” the guard ordered.
She took a step forward so she was closer to them.
“Specialist Summoner Lilith requests your presence,” she said flatly, standing directly in front of the first of the guards, a wild and dangerous smile on her lips.
He trembled, his finger itching, sweat on his brow, and her smile grew wider still.
“Samael, who takes the soul away from man.”
The muzzle of the rifle exploded in sound and fury, and yet the bullet did not reach her, for a wall of flame erupted from the ground between the girl and the guard, swallowing up the substance of the metal.
With a shriek, the guard let the weapon slip
