Summoning a Demon

"That should be the last of them."

Wiping his face, Damon stepped out of the ruined city. Blood splattered his face, and he lifted a hand to wipe it away, though it only smeared the crimson further across his skin.

Hundreds of people watched him from a distance, their eyes filled with fear, rage, and disbelief.

"Don't worry, all of the demonic cultivators are dead. Everything will be—"

Splat!

A tomato struck his cheek.Then another.

Before he could finish speaking, red fruits and garbage pelted him from all directions.

"Get out of here!"

"You killed our saviors!"

"Get lost!"

Despite their fear, the mortals hurled whatever they could find, their desperation outweighing their caution.

To them, the Demonic Holy City had been their only chance at peace, and Damon had just taken that away.

He had destroyed their only hope of survival.