"Gods!" Natasha blurted. Wilmore was right about this family, they are unlike the others she met before. The girl was fighting as a goddess! She just flew up the branches like a wraith. She was born as a warrior but if it was so! Then how come she didn't recognize the devil? What was this girl? Who is this family?
Elizabeth jumped on the imp's back, the creature scrubbed its back to the large trees that those nude sharp branches tore Elizabeth's shirt. The hood moved back and her hair danced back. She tightened her grip, brushing the shiver down, she dove the silver dagger into the devil's head.
The Imp stopped right away, had gone motionless and fell, Elizabeth's eyes returned to its chocolate brown color and she found herself on the Imp's back.
"What the hell did I do?" She mumbled. It was like a ghost snatched the control of her body, her brain, and her heart from her. How could she subdue affliction and fight like this, while her hand was trembling just two minutes ago!
