𔓘 The fight on the rooftop was intense and brutal, their blades clashing in a symphony of steel and sparks. The hero's sword, the Heart of the Tempest, gleamed with a bright light everytime it clashed with the demon's weapon.

Despite the exhaustion and pain the curse was causing him, the thought of his lost loved ones fueled his determination, swinging his blade with ferocity.

As he finally pinned the demon against the wall, his sword gleamed against the moonlight, the tip of the blade now held by the demon's neck.

"You took everything from me, demon." Gabrihel hissed through clenched teeth, his gaze briefly drawn to the demon's unusual appearance. "Playing at looking more pleasing to the eye won't save you."