“Let’s go back, that’s enough for one day.” Damien sighed in exhaustion, wiping the blood from his mouth.

‘Wait. I sense two presences nearby. Perhaps they are fighting, or maybe they’re working together if you’re unlucky.’

“Damn! Just my luck. So, what’s the plan Oh Great Shade?” Damien said sarcastically.

‘Let’s go observe the situation for now, they would eventually come to us if we stayed here, anyway.’

Damien left the abandoned church as Shaitan gave directions to the location of the demons.

“Isn’t this a bad idea? If they are working together, then it’d be 2 against 1.”

‘Fool. Who do you think I am? I do not believe any of the demons enough to be a threat to us from the notable Greater Demon Clans would lower themselves and work with others to begin with. Besides, it is the middle of night with darkness all around, where I am at my strongest.’

That statement made Damien shiver and recall the prior week, looking at his neck. A silver necklace hung around it, and he was truly thankful for his mother protecting him even after death. He shrugged the thoughts away and continued to follow Shaitan’s directions.

‘We’re here. Look.’ at Shaitan’s urging, Damien lowered his head to the sight below.

They were now standing on a raised platform about 2 meters high overlooking a park.

Below, two figures were moving and engaging in combat. One was a blob, constantly changing shapes and forms. The other, a beast that looked to be a mix between a wolf and a human.

Damien remembered the information from Shaitan.

Slimes. Demons with no fixed form, and nearly immune to physical attacks. They are viscous liquids that are capable of dissolving things on contact.

Werewolves. Demons with high vitality and agility. They are stronger at night, and particularly stronger when more of the moon is out.

Damien tilted his head, his eyes scanning the sky. There was a full moon. “Shit.” was all he uttered.

To the normal observer it looked like the werewolf was pushing the slime back, ferociously swiping its claws at an amazing speed. The slime was constantly being cut apart and quickly forming back together, making pitiful attempts at trying to dodge the claws. Damien too, thought the werewolf would be victorious. Shaitan, on the other hand, thought differently.

‘If this continues, the slime will win.’ Shaitan said a matter-of-factly.

“Huh? The slime’s getting dominated!” Damien said in disbelief.

‘You imbecile, do you not remember a sliver of the information I’ve told you? Slimes are nearly immune to physical attacks. It appears that the slime plans on wearing down the werewolf’s great endurance, or waiting for night to pass before striking. Quite intelligent, given its abilities.’

They watched the battle go on for a few more minutes before the fighting abruptly stopped. The slime and werewolf distanced themselves from one another… and both turned to the direction of Damien.

In actuality, both were too focused on fighting one another to notice the presence of another demon. Until now, that is.

“...Fuck my life.” Damien muttered.