Damian had developed an enormous level of control over his energies to the point that he could precisely limit the intensity of his holy energy, just enough to burn the noble vampire but not completely incinerate him.
The effect was excruciating.
The wounds inflicted by the holy flames prevented the vampire's regenerative abilities from fully healing, causing him to feel continuous agony for an hour.
He screamed and screamed, his cries echoing through the battlefield.
Even now, his voice still rang out.
But to the high demon Damian, it was nothing more than a melody, fueling his sadistic nature like a sweet symphony of suffering.
Damian paused his grin as he sensed multiple presences closing in on him.
However, he did not stop torturing the noble vampire, nor did his demons cease their torment of the plebeian vampires.
