Stealing His Kills

Damien and Arielle finally reached their destination while the shady sky cloaked the swampy terrain.

The faint moonlight glinted off the damp grass and pools of water, casting an eerie glow over the area.

Aquila circled above the group of demons, the air below them thick with the stench of blood and decay from the actions of the demons beneath.

Damien stood on Aquila's back, his sharp eyes assessing the enemy below. The demons clustered together in a chaotic pack, some gnawing on what remained of their previous prey. Damien's lips curled into a smirk. "Perfect."

Before Arielle could say a word, Damien leaped from Aquila's back, plunging toward the ground like a meteor.

Booooom!!

With a thunderous impact, Damien landed in the center of the demon pack, the ground beneath him cracking from the force.

Dirt and dust erupted into the air, momentarily obscuring the demons' view.

Grrrr...