I lunged, putting every single ounce of my unnatural, edited momentum behind the thrust. Oathstorm's tip actually pierced the bone-white armor, burying itself an inch into the swirling black miasma of its chest.
The demon froze.
Then, its hand snapped out, faster than my neural processing could even track.
Its scythe-like fingers clamped around my throat, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.
As I kicked my legs, choking for air, I watched the wound I had just made seamlessly knit itself back together in a fraction of a second.
Fuck!
The demon tilted its head, bringing its blank face uncomfortably close to mine.
"Wait..." the entity murmured, a flicker of genuine curiosity echoing in my skull.
"You are one o—"
"Get away from him!"
Scarlet materialized from my blind spot, launching herself high into the air. Her eyes burned with absolute desperation as she aimed her obsidian claws right for the demon's violet halo.
