"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…
Ignoring the sticky substance on her hand, she looked off in a certain direction. Her heart raced, and she closed her eyes. "Did you feel that?" she asked the Seraph within her soul, who was awake, its gaze fixed on its fire-born sister. "The red lizard has emerged… Tsk, what envy," it murmured to itself, looking at Leslie with a pleasant smile. "Yes, she's in danger; I suggest you run," it said while turning its gaze to the Seraph of the End.
