With a surge of strength, Damien leaps forward, his sword aimed at Elagibborim’s throat. Thus disarmed, the grey-skinned demon is left with nothing but his claws to fight. My chance to see the world beyond these awful, smelly catacombs. He wipes the result and himself, finally leaving his “watch” position and returns to tend his bar, making sure to give them a knowing wink as he passes by. “I am very happy to hear you say that, Lillith.” Damien stands up. When he releases her, she smiles up at him, her cheeks flushed. Damien lunges again, this time landing a solid hit on his enemy’s shoulder. Lillith meets each of Damien’s thrusts with a moan, her hips driving down to meet him. The two demons dance around each other, their netheranium blades clashing with a deafening roar and showers of sparks. Damien smiles at the bartender, then takes Lillith’s chin in his hand and kisses her deeply. I’m sure we’ll come up with something between us in time.” His gaze drifts downward, appreciating her curves. As soon as he does, a beam of red light emanates from the hole, and flames flare upward. “Let’s go ahead and start with a drink, and go from there.”
“In that case, Damien, I shall begin as your drink server, since you sent the actual drink
