"Save me then." The red haired boy mumbled and in a split second the demon was on his feet and he was sweeping him in the air. Suddenly a pair of enormous black wings sprouted from his back and Mark's breathing stopped. "You have wings?" he exclaimed and the demon laughed. He had said yes, he had made a deal with a devil.
"Yes I do." The demon answered him and mark looked at his back stunned. They were enormous, they could probably or more likely for sure cover them both. Their color was pitch back like that of a ravens and they looked incredibly soft, Mark had an undeniable urge to touch them but his muscles were too tired and hurt for him to even extend his arm. "So, should I burn this place down and everyone in it?" he asked him.
