A Demon's Invitation

Standing before Vikaar was a nightmare given a form.

A towering figure with four arms with three sets of black wings and a head made of nothing but mouth.

Never in her life would she had expected to see such demon in its prime in her life. Every large demon she had seen before this was either weakened or dismembered already.

With simply the plaza's lamps lighting the surroundings after the demon blocked out the sky, its dark figure seemed like the embodiment of darkness itself.

Just simply looking at the demon made her feel like running out of breath due to the pressure it was emanating just by its presence alone.

"Vee... just, listen to what he says. H-he may not look like it, but you can reason with him!"

"Why are you on his side?"

"I'm not! I'm simply saying this because I don't want us to die!"

Vikaar could feel Briana's terror through her hands that have been shaking from terror this whole time.