I was standing, but I nearly fell. My body was broken beyond repair; it was a body that had been burned, sliced, and chewed on. Any blood that emerged from the depths of my broken bones dripped to the ground from hundreds of wounds around my body.
My insane Endurance was finally beginning to run out.
Above me, the horned demon looked down with fiery eyes, and I glimpsed disgust and enjoyment inside its gaze.
It hated me because I had no soul to burn, and yet it enjoyed the brutality of my actions.
I was about to die, and yet I raised my right hand anyway.
"Come on," My voice came out as a croak. Half my throat had been torn open at some point. I did not remember when. "Come on. I've got one more."
A demon hissed and lunged at me, and I caught it by the throat, and I squeezed.
The demon thrashed, its legs tore at my stomach, and its maws closed on my ribs. I heard my ribs creak and felt one of them crack, but I did not let go.
