"Get those animals inside!" The witch growled, kicking a man on the back so hard that she almost broke his back and sent him rolling down a set of old stairs in the middle of the village.
"Come on, you'll make that ugly face of yours even uglier, stop yelling." A blue-haired red devil walked in and grabbed the man by the hair and threw him into a portal. He then looked at the witch, her short curly hair and plum round face contorted into a frown.
"Shut up, fiend. Do your job and keep your ass shut up."
The devil sighed, shaking his head, "What do you say? She's a whiny one, isn't she?"
The large skeletal dragon sitting on the crushed houses moved, "Both of you, I'm not raising wyrmlings here. Work together, or I'll make you regret it."
His hollow eyes burned with dark magic, and his head shifted, glaring at the witch, "Don't damage the souls. No, you already did, cut a finger."
The witch paled and took a step back; the devil burst laughing beneath the stairs.
