Well, here you are.

Running for your life as a demon pursues you through the dark forests of the outer bounds of Corinth.

This particular demon seems quite hostile and blood thirsty. This is no ordinary demon. They were born by the consumption of blood and flesh of a fallen giant. There’s a whole army lead by one who many people fear: Seraphim. No, not the angels of Christianity. That’s a different story. This Seraphim is ruthless and uncaring. He slaughters when he doesn’t get his way.

All you did was refuse to produce him an heir, a mere mortal and demon hybrid. You took your chance of running away that night minutes before he would intentionally force himself on you, only for one of his followers to spot you.

You suddenly feel the demon grip your hair, making you come to a hard stop and fall to the ground, your hair tugging painfully on your head. He lifts you up and tilts your chin to face him. “You dare to defy him one last time-“ Out of the blue, the demon is cut off by an arrow going through his arm, making him let go of you.

“Leave them alone,” A firm voice speaks.