The new quest (The Devil is a part timer)

Chapter 4

His body moved on instinct letting him charge forward towards the place deep into the fields were a little crowd of farmers where cowering in fear at a distance between the Hero and the Bull-headed Demon. Sparks were flying as their weapons clashed ending as they withdrew, surrounding each other like lurking cats. Her chest rose and fell unsteady, silver shimmering hair was tied tightly into a high messy ponytail blood ran freely from a wound on her forehead forcing her to keep her right eye shut her armored hands held the hilt of the former sword of the Yesod fragment also known as their child Alas=Ramus before her.
The Demon was bleeding from various cuts on his Torso as well as the arms and head. The axe was slung on his shoulder armor almost non existing. His breath was heavier than Emilias and yet she didn't make the move to end his life. Her beautiful red eyes where narrowed she seemed to calculate how much longer she would last. Unsheathing the sword he stepped between the Hero and Demon who did not notice his sudden approach. The axe of the Demon fell on the shaby old merchand sword while the Yesod sword was stopped by his flat outstreched hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the red eyes of the Hero widden and the Ashen-Horn snorted, steam coming from his nostrills as he did. Red gleaming eyes stopping him in his action to raise the weapon. >>Y-your highness!<< the Ashen-Horn exclaimed instantly falling to one knee bowing his head deeply before the Swordsman. >>It's a relief to see you well and alive Sire.<< the Demon bowing breathed out suddenly feeling the tiredness from battle with the Hero. >>Satan.<< was everything that left her mouth before she too tired from battle and bloodloss lost her ground and fell. Satan caught her, leading her body savely to the ground and kneeled by her side while his eyes rested careful and soft on her pale face. Slowly the silver colour from her angelic hair turned back into the pink colour of the simple human she was. The Ashen-Horn didn't move behind him and just rested with his head deeply bowed before the King of Demons but that didn't interest him in the slightest all he saw was Emilia who looked like she had a nightmare. The dark haired Demon whipped the blood of her face carefully not to touch the wound. She felt a gloved hand caressing her forehead the fabric felt nice and cool. But despite that she felt nothing just heat and searing pain as she drifted into the dark embrance of sleep.