Minotaurs were high-class demons known for their violent and lustful natures. Some demons had a more reasonable temperament like Blood Demons, but Minotaurs were exactly as people feared them to be—a giant lump of fleshy desire for destruction and impregnation.
Clouds parted above the camp as the demon let out his heaven-shaking defiance of a cry. It seemed that their very nature was filled with a desire to break free from heaven's rule. The once half-demon turned into a terrifying monster, not resembling his old self at all.
"A minotaur?" muttered Freud with genuine fear as his hair stood on its ends, screaming at him to escape. "His exterior shell looked like a low-class creature, but how can it have such a thing beneath it?"
