The Daimon made a sound of disgust before he flung the slug demon away. It was then the demon saw his master....
He was on the floor a few feet from him, being drained by two Daimons.
"Help me!" his master called as he reached out toward him, but he knew it was useless. There was nothing he could do against so many. The Daimons were killing his master....
He would be next.
The woman on the throne laughed. "Look at the poor creature, Stryker. I think you've scared him to death."
He had, but it was more than that. His master no longer wore a human skin. He was in true winged demon form and still he couldn't fight the Daimons....
The Daimons were far more powerful than all of the demon's kind.
Terrified, he teleported away from the Daimons, back to the human world and to some semblance of safety.
No sooner had he arrived than he felt the unleashing--the sensation of his master's death.
I'm free. After all the centuries of serving under his master's cruel fist, he was now his own demon. Forever free. Joy filled him.
Until a Daimon appeared to his right. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I--"
The Daimon lunged at him, cutting off his words.
The slug demon ran.
"Come back here, you worm! Die like your master."
Terrified, the slug teleported again, but just as he flashed out, he felt something hit his chest like a vicious battering ram. Unable to breathe for the pain of it, he'd headed to the only place he could think of where the Daimons couldn't kill him.
Sanctuary. It was the one establishment that protected all preternatural classes equally. The bears would make sure no one hurt him.
He flashed into the third story of the building where humans were forbidden to go and stumbled down two levels to the bar. At this hour, only a few patrons were in the club, along with a bear at the bar and a bear waitress. It appeared safe. There were no Daimons at all. With that thought foremost in his mind, he went to the bar to order a drink all the while he watched for the Daimon to come for him and finish him off.
Seconds ticked by slowly.
No Daimons. No one approached him.
I'm safe.
His heartbeat slowing, he took his drink and sipped it, grateful that he'd escaped his near death in Kalosis at the hands of Stryker and crew. At least until the pain built inside his chest. It was unbearable. Agonizing.
What's causing this? Was it something to do with the body he'd stolen before he'd gone to Kalosis? Did the biker have some kind of internal defect?
He staggered away from the bar, trying to find some way to make it stop hurting. He accidentally brushed up against a grubby human.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, dick."
He growled at the pathetic human waste.
The human stood up and shoved him. "You wanna fight?"
Was that a trick question? The demon rushed him as they locked horns....
Sam pulled back emotionally from the sight as it intersected with what she already knew. Dev breaking them apart and the demon dying after the pain in his chest burst apart.
She opened her eyes to find Fang, Max, Aimee, and Colt watching her with curious expressions. "He came to Sanctuary because he was running from the Daimons. He thought he'd be safe here."