Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20180902004619/@comment-28578706-20180903170213

Mastema saw the battle break down and before he even witnessed the outcome he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Flames starting to engulf his body as he looked over towards Eae who was slowly getting back to her feet. The flames vanished as he came up behind her and grabbed her by the back of her neck pulling her closer against him, his free hand combing through her hair as he whispered, “Such a pure creature...Even when I can smell the sin.” He grinned before pulling on her hair releasing her neck and cut her hair off making it short, “But between you and I...I can keep you pure.” He chuckled burning the hair he cut off in his hand. Eae muttered something under her breath and the weapon she worn she’d never use appeared in her hand, her old staff now clenched tightly in her fist as she turned and drove the staff through the demons chest. Mastema gaze burned staring down at the angel seeing something he oddly could feel sympathy for, “Damaged?” He asked seeing the girls fear and determination to get him away before he killed her to pain. He smirked as the feeling went away and his claws dug into her stomach and forced the staff deeper into his chest and then pierced the angel in her side to her wing. “Sad world isn’t it.” He laughed as she let out a painful cry.