The Demon
Three.
There were only three of them left, but those were the smart ones. They split up, surrounding me from three sides, and started slowly closing in, saying prayers. Apparently, they had been hoping those would affect me, and true, Ak-kvir even dropped a piece of corpse meat from his jaw, poor thing.
I wasn’t a demon, however. I was a half-demon with another form, and to me, prayers were like a swarm of gnats.
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