Before the words could even reverberate through the dilapidated throne room, green hair fluttered. Each strand glistened like the finest silk in front of blazing emerald eyes that spoke of resentment, hate, and revenge. A hand thrust forward, followed by a forearm as smooth and white as milk.
Adam watched wide-eyed as the woman emerged from behind the dusty throne, demonic flames erupting into hundreds of coiling snakes. They gathered at the tip of the hand, spinning like a scorching drill.
An icy shudder ran down Zepar's spine as he hurled the purple-haired demoness back and turned to face the threat. Essence raged and flames swirled into a shield. Blade raised high, his eyes darted to the voice's owner, only to gulp. His saliva seemed to turn to acid, scalding his throat more than the fiery snakes.
