Madeline tried to fight back, but the demon as he had said earlier, was a level one demon and his strength was enormous. She felt her head turn dizzy and spin because of the collision, while feeling something wet and warm drip down from the side of her head.
"I have planned it for years, but the only thing I didn't expect was the Devil having a grandchild, less a child," Darian sneered at that thought, "That is enough to tell how unfit he is to rule Hell. Let me cut your heart now," he said, raising his hand and readying to push it through her chest.
Before Darian could push his hand through Madeline's chest to grab her heart, an icicle made its way through his palm that ripped his hand. The demon groaned in pain, and Madeline quickly brought another icicle in her hand before pushing it through his chest where his heart was.
