Brightness obscured my vision. I turned at the sudden illumination across from me and saw a ball of light in Degamon's hand. I retched as the demon ingested Cindy's soul. It caught me watching and grinned in delight.
Half-breed demons were the creatures that had once been human and had been subjected to one of the demon viruses, which then turned them into the different demon races - vampires, werewolves, faeries, leprechauns, witches and warlock.
"I applaud your courage, young mortal," sait Tyrius, his voice tight, "but if the demon latches on to Rowyn," his eyes flicked between me and Jax, "there's nothing we can do to stop it."
If he died it would be my fault. I'm the one who dragged him out to the vampire club. I should have told him to wait for me in the car. I should have realized that he was no good with demons when he freaked at the sight of Tyrius.
I spun, hacked and sliced. Gasping, I hit the ground and rolled to the left, slicing as I came back up. I danced with death. I was death. I felt the warmth of their blood hitting my face, but I never stopped. If I stopped, I was dead.
Sensitives, or angel-born, have been around as long as man has been walking the Earth. We're primarily human but have angel essence flowing in our veins - a secret race of humans created by the archangels, bred with supernatural abitilies to be the eyes and ears of the Legion of Angels on Earth.
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