"Shit shit shit shit shit"
Balam shot away like a speeding arrow, determined to distance himself from the angels.
However, his efforts proved futile as a powerful gust of wind surged past him, and a brilliant streak of light zipped ahead, causing the ground to tremble and cave in, creating deep craters as if the very earth sought to escape from beneath the angels' feet.
"What do we have here? A demon, roaming the land of the living," remarked the angel confronting Balam, his hand resting thoughtfully on his chin.
His blue, wavy hair gently touched his shoulders, and except for the extraordinary pair of large wings extending three feet on each side from his hips, he bore a human-like appearance.
Balam's brow furrowed, but he remained silent.
The angel's gaze moved up and down, seemingly assessing Balam. Yet, he appeared unperturbed by the demon's silence.
