Interogation

The air in the hideout was thick with the aftermath of battle blood, sweat, and the lingering stench of demonic energy. The fire in the makeshift hearth crackled softly, its warm glow a stark contrast to the cold tension that filled the room.

I could feel the dull ache of my injuries with every breath, but there was no time to dwell on the pain. We had captured one of the demons alive, and it was time to get some answers.

Nathaniel stood beside me, his face set in a grim expression. The playful banter that usually lightened the mood between us was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. The hunters, now our temporary allies, formed a loose circle around the bound demon, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of wariness and anticipation.

The demon was chained to a heavy iron post, its wrists and ankles shackled with enchanted cuffs that pulsed with a faint, silvery light—wards designed to suppress its powers and keep it from escaping.