Chapter 14: Profane Mockingbird
In the presence of the vile demon, the crowd became silent. The presence of the beast was just too suffocating....
"Shit, This guy is cooked!" A man whispered from somewhere close to Esme.
Esme looked at the stage, her hand tightening around her shirt.
Compared to the other beasts and demons they had seen throughout the fight, this one was several times worse.
Demons had a ranking system of their own and although Esme did not know that ranking, she knew that the power of a demon could be measured by its presence.
The stronger the presence the more dangerous the demon.
A demon capable of giving this blood thirsty crowd a pause...
She immediately turned to Daphne. "What are we going to do?" She asked, only to see Daphne half asleep, resting her head on Freya’s shoulders.
The latter was munching on snacks as she watched the battle in anticipation.
"Whooo! Get him!" She screamed.
"Heh?"