Sons of f*cking b*tches! Of course, the demons had to be bigger and badder here in Xilon's world. Otherwise, he and the other dragons would've tossed them out on their leathery asses.
The giant demon inhaled through its snout-like nose, its red eyes widening. "You have Renjerian blood in you."
How the hell did it know that her Grams had given her some at the hospital? Wait, Xilon had smelled it too...did her breath stink? "So what?"
She tightened her hand on the sword, unease spreading through her. Demons were hard enough to kill when they were minion-sized. Her gut said this big bad one was gonna be like going up against an army. Sweat trickled down her back, but she refused to let her legs shake with fear and fatigue. Her walking stick lay on the ground between them. Please let my ankle not give out on me.
"You will spawn my children."