Asmodeus lay still and defenseless, her body unconscious from the effects of the encounter with the spirit of hell. Her crimson red hair cascaded around her, forming a dark halo against the ground. Her crimson eyes, normally filled with fire and determination, were now peacefully closed, giving her an almost angelic appearance.
Zach's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed down at his sister's vulnerable form. He knew the power and strength she possessed, but in this moment, she seemed fragile and delicate, reminding him of the responsibility he held as her brother and protector.
He slowly approached her, his every step filled with hesitation and concern. His hand reached out, almost instinctively, towards her inner thighs. He gulped down nervously and grabbed the spirit sword stuck between her legs.
The weapon glimmered with an ethereal light, a reflection of the power it held.
