Belonging to the Demon King
These men were not human, but males of various species, each one frightening and powerful.
Not to mention violent.
A large demon with black horns attacked an equally massive shirtless male whom she could only guess was a werewolf. With a deafening roar the two males fought each other, breaking bone and clawing flesh.
The wolf won, spitting blood to the ground with a grin. The demon simply shrugged, as if ripping each other apart were no big deal. She'd been on edge just watching the two of them, while the rest of the crowd cheered them on. A group of witches had even taken bets, their familiars hissing and growling around their feet. It was total chaos.