The Dance Of Despair [Pt 4]

"Oof… you guys are as bloody as always." The Pink-Haired demon said, taking in the awful sight that screamed of barbarism.

Not all demons were bloody savages. Some had class… finesse.

"Isn't Pierrus supposed to be with you? I'm guessing you guys are already done with the West." A voice interrupted her complaint.

"Yeah. That jerk one-shotted them all."

"Haha, as expected of him." Bulik, the Orc-Tortoise demon chuckled lightly.

Jez, the pale female demon sighed and shrugged, ignoring Kiko completely. Her gaze was locked in a particular direction.

"What's got her so down?" The pink-haired demon, also known as Kiko, asked her bulky colleague.

"Well…" He tilted his head in the same direction that Jez was staring at.

A peculiar sight could be noticed amidst the carnage.

"What the heck is that one? Is it even human?" Kiko glanced at a corpse that was laid in the corner.