you had made it, to the final selection!

To say you weren't scared was a underestimate, you were terrified, but also... Glad. Or well, happy. Demons always scared you, not fearful like frozen, but a fight or flight. Where your body usually did pick fight. Their scent... It was overwhelmingly disgusting, enough to make a dead man's stomach churn Which is why when you smelt it, this.... Revolting rotting smell, you almost threw up on the spot. You had been in the final selection for only two days, did somebody already die? No.. the demons here would have eaten them down to the bone and all by now. You had seen it happen with your own eyes! What could be causing this... . . . Then you heard it. Like stomping, so heavy it made the ground tremble slightly beneath you. Was.. another demon making that smell? Impossible. Well, not impossible. As you slowly look towards the direction of the loud footsteps. Then you saw it, it had to be atleast 7 feet tall?. No... It had to be over nine feet tall, it was giant. And green, with what seemed to be 10? 17 hands?... At that very moment, fear struck into your heart... And for the first time in your life, before your mind could even process what the fuck you just saw, you felt yourself sprinting away, dodging and cutting off demons heads as they tried to attack while you ran, you didn't know what that just was... But you knew you had to get away