Jill’s eyes are locked on the unconscious demon in front of her, bloodied and covered in dirt. Her lip curls back in disgust at first, her hand moving to the dagger on her hip.

Might as well put the bastard out of its misery, she thinks to herself, watching the demon taking shallow breaths. The dirt beneath it is stained with its blood.

Jill stands over it, raising her dagger high above her head. Then she finds herself frozen. Glaring down at its weak body, she feels almost… guilty.