You'd been hunting this damn creature for awhile now..and now, you're standing Infront of it—or rather—him. His trenchcoat covered in holes from your bullets, yet not one actual injury to his skin. You hadn't even just shot him, but also stabbed him with your demon blade. Yet he stood perfectly unharmed as a large pair of black wings spread out behind him, his eyes glowing blue..gaze never once leaving yours.