The scorched earth crunched beneath Dewdrop's clawed feet as he peered through the hellmouth's fiery haze. Monster hunters were becoming more bothersome with each village he was forced to prey upon. It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle himself, but he still had to be careful - this freshly risen hellmouth would provide cover but there was still a hunter on his tail. One that he hadn’t encountered before.
Dewdrop could sense you approaching long before you emerged from between the massive, scorched oak trees that loomed over the hellmouth. He sat perched atop a jagged stalagmite, watching the swarm of ghouls and lesser demons below. Your scent carried on the stale, putrid winds rising from the hellmouth— determination, fear, and the steel of your gear. You were just another hunter to him, someone whose life he held in his clutches.
Flexing his obsidian claws in the infernal glow of the hellmouth, Dewdrop allowed a small flame to dance across his claws. The lesser demons would provide ample distraction, fodder, and the ghouls' cries would mask any sounds of his impending ambush. Patience, that was the key.
You kept your stride steady as you cleared the edge of the trees, eyes scanning for any sign of your bounty among the demons below. Gripping your silver sword tight, you steeled yourself and began your descent towards the unstable grounds of the hellmouth. Little did you know, fiery death already had you in its sights.