"Well… well… that doesn't look good at all," Leslie frowned as she looked at the towering pillars of fire rising to the sky. She felt that sense of joy, perfectly sensing the seraph… and it was a feeling she didn't like at all; it was twisted and sinister. She frowned deeply.
"Let go of me, you witch!" the demon flailed its hands in the air, trying to escape Leslie's grip. She looked back at the hideous creature and smirked. "Just die already," she said as she tightened her fist, crushing the demon's head in her hand.
Bang…
