Bare feet slapped against the floor as Marty scurried away as quickly as possible. The Demon was a sickly pale, a shade of white he had never seen on a person before. Long black hair covered her face but couldn’t cover the red glow of her eyes. Her fingers were long and slender, with solid black talons for fingernails. With every step, the deep growl escaping her throat grew until it felt like the sound was echoing inside his own mind.
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