Paimon, after stepping back a couple of steps and caressing her slightly singed black skin, smiled enticingly at the woman near her master.
Phoenix, whose blue flames had condensed on her form in a fitting blue fire armour, in the looks of a leather breastplate, and some pieces over her arms and legs as well, looked like an Amazonian coated in fire.
Paimon looked her up and down before taking a step forward again.
"For a hottie like you, I might as well share," she said, smiling seductively.
Before Phoenix could say anything to rebuke her, or even attack her, Astaroth's commanding voice came from next to her.
"Enough, Paimon. I didn't call you out for you to play whore. Your target is over there."
He pointed behind Paimon, where the Fey woman, Titania, was looking on with wariness.
Titania knew of the demons before her, as she had once seen another man fight using them. But that was over five thousand years ago.
