Mirah blinked her eyes and tried looking down. Her body was right where she had left it. The wings were still flapping and her hands were searching for her head.
Thankfully, Lilith hadn't used her sword forged in hellfire to behead Mirah. She had used a simple dagger and because Mirah's spine in the root of her wings was still intact, she was still alive even when she was cut into two.
Lilith shoved back Mirah's head in her hand and said, "Go back to the mansion and ask everyone available to search for Damien."
"Yes, Mistress." Mirah hurriedly tried to fix her head back on her neck.
Suddenly, Mammon's laughter drowned the war cries and battle noises in the vicinity.
Mirah turned around and immediately flew towards the mansion before someone else tried to kill her for real.
Mammon proudly fisted his blood-laced hand on his waist and sprinkled salt on Lilith's wound, "Looks like my follower was able to snatch your gem of a son. Huhahahahaha…"
