The Seraphim's victory was close at hand. Each injury inflicted with its divine sword was consuming the slime that made up Noah's body. The pool of slime that covered the ground was completely gone. Noah had to absorb any residual slime into his body unless he wanted to lose it needlessly to the Seraphim's Domain.
And yet, even with this advantage, even though she knew the devil was not that far away from being dealt his rightful judgement, the Angel was going to flee.
What she saw was a creature that her instincts told her was something that should not exist, something that rejected creation itself, rejected her father's Divine energy.
The creature's body was slowly coming out of the mist. No…it was better to say that the mist was creating the creature's body.
Only the frontal part of the creature was distinguishable, a creature, a monstrous vampire that looked deranged, far beyond any curse or bloodthirst.
