Liam's breath came heavy, his chest rising and falling as he glared at the demons. 'Looks like I made a mistake by holding back my dark magic. Guess I don't have a choice anymore.' His hands tightened around his daggers as a smirk tugged at the corners of his bloodied lips.
"Brother," the younger demon called, perched on a crumbled pillar, his glowing eyes fixated on Liam.
"What is it now?" the older demon growled, his tone impatient.
"This human's blood… it feels familiar. Very familiar." The younger demon licked the blood from his claws, his tongue moving with deliberate slowness.
"Don't start with your blood obsession again," the older demon scoffed, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You've devoured so many humans over the centuries, you're starting to lose your mind."
