Escape

The elf turned around and saw a demon holding a scythe approaching. With each step, a footprint emitting green smoke appeared on the ground. The demon swung the scythe lightly, and a tormented soul that had been hovering in front of her was sliced in two, falling to the ground and being devoured by other tormented souls.

"It seems we've come to the wrong place," Elmer said, sweat already beading on his face. His elf body had turned black, and he was trembling uncontrollably. Tearful eyes gazed at Elmer, wings folded tightly against his bare back as he clung to Elmer. His lower body kept pressing against Elmer's erect penis, seemingly eager to engage in intercourse.

"As soon as I give the order, your bodies will be torn apart by hungry ghosts, and your souls will become a part of my world," the demon said. Its upper and lower jaws collided, making a clicking sound.

"My father is Satan. You can't harm me!" Alya exclaimed.