"Wake up, please, I don't want a death on my back," I say, shaking the demon's body on the ground. She looks pale and lifeless, blood dripping from her wounds. I don't know why I care so much.
Her chest starts to rise and fall, barely noticeable. I can feel that this demon is going to die soon, and it's going to be my fault. I curse myself for being so weak, for letting my emotions get the better of me.
I heard a laugh and then the demon got up as if nothing had happened, continuing to laugh before she sat down next to me. I stare at her in disbelief, wondering if I'm hallucinating. How can she be alive after all the damage the wolfs inflicted on her?
"I thought you were dead and now you're laughing at me," I said, hitting the demoness. She doesn't flinch, she just smiles at me with amusement. I feel a surge of anger and frustration, mixed with relief and confusion.
