𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 | 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 // 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭.

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Y/N ACTUALLY FELT LIKE THROWING up at the smell that hit her nostrils - like the breath of death, who had just consumed a rotting carcass. She supposed that was just something that came with being a demon, but she had to fight the urge to drop her weapon, gripped in pale-knuckled hands, and cover her nose instead.

"More of the old brat's students? He must really be stupid."

An alarm bell rang off in Y/N's mind - demons who were as cognisant as this one clearly was were never a good sign. One of Sabito's hands swiped quickly through the air, signalling for them all to stay quiet and listen. 

"Not that I care - all the more food for me!"

The last part of his sentence trailed off into a maniacal giggle that made the three of them shudder ... though that may have just been the motion of the ground as the trees before them swayed, and The Hand Demon finally revealed itself.

It was a revolting mass of sickly green flesh - a sickeningly obese frame wrapped in dozens of swollen arms with nails painted red with blood. Its face was hidden, all except its eyes - those yellow beads were narrowed in homicidal humour, trapping the teenagers as effectively as any bindings could. However, its enormous mass didn't appear to hinder it at all, given that it was moving concerningly rapidly towards them, stopping less than a tree's length away.