While the moon reflected the blood of the humans and the fire danced in celebration of their deaths. A little daemon donning a pink kimono walked out of the woods, she was no taller than 90cm.
Her hands were small and frail and she was cute and cuddly. Her legs were short so it was clear that she was not the fast kind of daemon. If her threat level was measurable, she would be in the negatives.
But as she walked slowly, the Ogres and Pixies bowed down in her presence.
She stopped before a tree where an impaled hunter remained pinned. She was silently watching the face of the hunter, and as she heard bits of screams here and there, she smiled in satisfaction.
"Report."
A dark-cloaked female appeared by her side; it was Dhampy who held a bloodied sword. As to what kind of work she just did, only she and Eve knew. She lowered herself in front of Lilith.
