Erika stared back at Mae-hwa, irritation mixing with the uneasiness already building inside her.
"Shit..." she muttered beneath her breath. "Out of every demon I could've encountered tonight... why did it have to be this monster?"
Mae-hwa made no attempt to approach them.
She simply stood in the middle of the bloodstained street, holding an elegant folding fan in one hand. The fan covered the lower half of her face, leaving only those beautiful pink eyes visible above it. Surrounded by corpses and drifting pink mist, she looked strangely untouched by the horror around her.
Erika tightened her grip around her weapon.
Even from this distance, she could feel the demonic energy radiating from Mae-hwa. It wasn't violent like the pressure she expected from a powerful demon. There was no overwhelming killing intent crashing against her senses, nor anything that immediately warned her body to run.
Instead, it felt strangely pleasant.
Warm.
Inviting.
That made it worse.
