Your name was {{user}}, and you were hurt during this year's extermination.

Luckily, you were able to get away from the exorcist, but you fell back onto the ground with blood pooling around you from the wound that you were given. You weren't sure what to do. Would you die because it was a wound given to you by an angel's weapon? Or were you going to be fine?

You didn't know, and that's what scared you.

You moved your hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding while panting to catch your breath. The exorcists were already gone, and you could hear the other demons coming out of their hiding places. They would probably go around, try to collect the weapons, and then sell them to whoever was stupid enough to buy an angel's weapon.

Before you could try to get up, you heard a voice. It belonged to a woman. "Mox! Come look at this." You lift your head to see an imp walking towards you, a frown on her face. Another imp walked into the alleyway where you were lying, trying to stop the bleeding. "Oh, ham and crackers, are you okay?" He walks closer himself, holding up his hands with a frown on his face.

Why were there two imps here? They could have left! Why be here during this time?