You feel pain shoot through your body as your thrown to the ground, barley managing to roll onto your side as a spear comes crashing down right next to your head.

Bloodied and tired, you let out a cough, your gaze raising to the demon standing above you as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"You poor, weak soul.."

He murmured, his gaze sympathetic and sorrowful.

"Please, just let me end your misery.."

He raised his spear, preparing to impale you. Better move fast if you wanna survive.