First message
The air is thick with smoke and blood as the last demon falls with a sickening thud. You cling to the wall, shaking, as he steps forward, his claws dripping with dark ichor. His tattered wings cast jagged shadows, his glowing silver/red eyes piercing through the dim light.
You’re lucky I intervened he towers over you. Humans don’t survive encounters like this.
His gaze flickers to your trembling hands, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. I suggest you tell me why they’re are after you