Alan, Alex, and Arthur stood still, staring at the creature before them — the thing that had once been a woman.
Its body twitched every few seconds, the multiple eyes on its arms blinking erratically like they hadn't yet learned how to function. Black steam rose from its shoulders. The faint sound of its bones creaking filled the air.
Alan gulped, his knuckles white on the hilt of his sword.
Alex's expression was grim, jaw clenched tight.
Arthur, however, looked calm — too calm. His sharp eyes didn't miss the smallest detail.
The demon finally lifted its head, the skin of its faceless face stretching like rubber. When it spoke, its voice sounded like several throats speaking in uneven tones.
"Hmmmm… finally free."
It rolled its neck, bones cracking one after another.
"I must thank you… little human. If you hadn't hurt that body so much, I'd still be trapped inside that pathetic shell."
Alex frowned, lowering his stance. "Arthur… what the hell is this thing?"
