{Mara}
The Primal Demon stood before them, its purple eyes cold and emotionless. Mara had seen many horrors in her time as an angel, but Primals were something else entirely. The air around it rippled with power, making the hairs on her arms stand up.
To her left, Diana looked like she'd seen a ghost. The normally confident warrior was visibly trembling, her sword grip unsteady. To her right, Grace looked more confused than scared, strangely.
The fallen angel behind them laughed, delighted by this turn of events.
"Oh my. It seems our special guest has arrived," she purred. "How fortunate."
Mara took a deep breath. Someone had to take charge before they all died standing here.
"Diana," she said firmly. "Diana!"
The warrior angel didn't respond, her eyes locked on the Primal.
Mara slapped her. Hard.
"OW! What the—" Diana blinked, rubbing her reddening cheek.
"Focus," Mara ordered. "We have a situation."
"No shit," Diana muttered, but at least she looked less catatonic.
