Damon barely managed to erect a blood barrier before the glaive slammed into him, but it was nowhere near enough to face the powerful attack. The impact rattled his bones, tearing through flesh. He was hurled across the street, crashing into the wall of a merchant's hall.
Building split, dust raining down as he staggered upright. His arm dangled uselessly at his side, purple-black venom dripping from the shredded stump.
Before he could react, the demon was already there, moving like a thunderclap. The glaive pierced through Damon's shoulder, pinning him to the wall. The heir leaned close, his eyes glowing with baleful fire. With a single yank, he cleanly severed Damon's arm.
The demon then licked the blood that still clung to the torn muscles and veins, savoring it like fine wine. "You are a poison master, bloodsucker?" He licked the arm again.
