One of the greatest joys for demons, besides killing angels and taking human souls, was the ridicule of the human body, for the body is holy, and ruining its holiness in any way possible was their specialty and greatest pleasure. This was doubly true when humans themselves gave them the idea of how to do it, and, sadly, they often gave them a lot of ideas.
The creature that currently stood in front of him was a prime example of this practice. A big pair of muscular animal legs up to the waist, from which began an equally big and muscullar upper part of the body of a human, and at last a head, but not that of a man, but that of a bull, with big, sharp horns growing out of it. A minotaur. The creature of Greek mythology. A perfect soldier for the forces of hell. Strong, aggressive, obedient, and unable to talk back at you because of a simple fact, it can't speak.
The minotaur didn't have a weapon in its hands, but it did have one on its hands. A pair of iron gloves with sharp spikes on the knuckles. That, combined with its horns, wasn't looking good at all, and he immediately started thinking of a way to take care of this without getting mauled in the process.
However, the minotaur wasn't interested in thinking of any sort. After bellowing out once more, he rushed straight at him. Considering its size and unusual anathomy, it was surprisingly fast, giving him very little time to think about anything, much less how he's going to deal with it's attack.
Paralysed by the image of this enraged beast rushing at him, he stood, calm from the outside but engulfed by panic from the inside. Realising that he has to do something, anything, if he wishes to survive, he decided to follow his instinct and do something unexpected to try and surprise the minotaur.
He ran a few steps towards the approaching minotaur, which ran with his head bowed down so he could impale him on its horns, and then he threw himself to the side on his knees and made a strike with his lightsword towards the minotaur. A success! Or, was it?
He did indeed surprise the minotaur with his manoeuvre, badly injuring its leg in the process and forcing it to bellow out in pain. He also hugely underestimated its intelligence and its reflexes. When it noticed that he moved out of the way in the last second, it didn't rush past him like he expected and instead grounded to a halt almost right beside him. What is more, now that he wounded it, the minotaur became even more enraged. A few seconds ago, it was fighting him because it was in its nature to fight him. Now, it wanted to fight him because he hurt it and because he's going to kill it if it doesn't kill him first. He didn't even have enough time to realise that he should get as far away from it as possible when the minotaur hurled itself at him.
He sprang to his feet as quick as a cat in a desperate attempt to run away, but not fast enough. The minotaur just barely caught his left foot with his iron glove, fully impaling it on the glove's spikes. He cried out in pain. Then, with immense strength doubled by rage and will for survival, the minotaur jerked him to the right and threw him towards the nearby rock, to which he flew, hitting it with his back. The force of the impact was strong and painful. He would have cried out in pain again, but he ended up with no air in his lungs, and he was literally fighting to take a breath. His lightsword flew out of his hand, and he didn't know where it was. It's not like it mattered. There was no way he could fight anymore. It was a miracle he didn't lose his conscience from the impact. Even his angelic body couldn't shrug off this kind of treatment.
Limping, the minotaur was approaching him. It was going to finish its job. He knew that. But he couldn't stop him. He couldn't move. It was over. Oh, how he wished that his master (or anyone at all) would now appear and save him from this peril. But he knew that wouldn't happen.
He got too cocky. He felt so full of himself after outsmarting and dispatching those imps so easily that he forgot that they are one of the weakest demons in existence. He thought he could take on a more powerful foe, and he was wrong. Now he had to die for his foolishness. Fair enough. He deserved it. If he had to die, then so be it. It's better to fill the position with somebody who is worthier than him.
At last, the minotaur approached him and lifted him up against the wall by the neck like he was a feather.
„Do I really have to die?" he thought.
The minotaur swung, readying a punch that was going to turn his head into a red mush. However, when the moment to execute him came, the minotaur couldn't do it. Why? Because a lightsword appeared impaled in its chest out of nowhere. It was dying, choking on its own dark blood. It dropped him to the ground like a sack and then loudly fell onto its back, dead.
„No, I guess, I don't. At least not for a while." he thought, relieved.
He recalled his lightsword, making it appear in his hand. Since the minotaur was standing right in front of him, the lightsword appeared inside of him, impaling him and killing him in the process.
He won. Barely. And now he was going to bleed out here, in the middle of nowhere. Well, at least he did his job, and he won't be remembered as a failure. Remembered… Remember… The holy verses! His master told him to recite them after he finished the job. But he was running out of time. His view was all hazy, and he felt so weak. Still, he had to try.
"Wh…whether during bright day… or dark ni… night,
He'll save me w… with his unlimited might!
In the na… name of the holy Three and the days of Creation seven!
O, help me, Ki… King of Kings, the Ruler of Heaven!"
Barely managing to recite the holy verses, he remained in peace for a few moments, heavily breathing, and then his conscience left him, along with his lightsword and the light he sent to shine on the sky. Just as when he first entered this place, darkness once again embraced him firmly into its hug.