"You're quite skilled, human." The sword-wielding Corpse Demon tilted its head back, smiling and revealing its sharp, serrated teeth. It looked both arrogant and terrifying. "Once you die, I will make you the strongest Corpse Demon under my control. Honestly, I am looking forward to it. But remember, you must retain your skills in death. I always believe that an undead creature who forgets its memories is useless."
As it spoke, it retreated backward, skillfully waving its pale green sword before once again disappearing into the darkness.
Humans rather than living... this was an interesting distinction. Bartlett pondered this as he took several steps forward, standing beneath the broken hole in the roof to bathe his body in the moonlight.
