Captured by Satan
I noticed the first demon with a startling realisation.
The body of a warrior. His muscles flexed underneath his skin, which was covered in dark red tattoos. He wielded an axe with ruthless precision, slashing through his attackers without hesitation. Blood sprayed around him, but his face betrayed nothing but intense focus. His eyes shone with an unsettling brightness, and a thick, black stripe covered them. Wounds covered him, but he didn't seem like he was in pain. He fought on, not even bothered by the fact he was fighting tens of dark ones on his own.
When his bright eyes glanced past me, his movements faltered. His eyes widened in pure shock.
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