For the second time in his life, Demon Overlord Wrath felt a chill down his spine. The first time was when a lesser being called, the hero of mankind dared challenge him. A mere insignificant existence had dared fight against him and inevitably lost in the end, but still the human hero had been a worthy foe in the end.

 However, the human that stood before him filled him with dread. A healer, but no ordinary healer could use a blood-soaked blade to kill nor cast magic spells without a staff.

 His demon commanders lay strewn on the ground like mere broken toys. Their chest cut open with their skulls easily caved in. This human couldn’t be called a human, but a monster.

   Grinning recklessly the Demon Overlord Wrath laughed maddingly, “You will die!”

Throwing his massive hammer at the priest, the Demon Overlord Wrath darted at the chanting healer.

 Boom! Clink! Slam!

The healer tried to dodge, but the Demon Overlord Wrath easily struck the healer sending the human flying. The healer despite the considerable damage taken kept fighting back.

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 With a loud crunch, the blade finally broke under the intense pressure. The blade clattered onto the floor as the healer lost her grip on the hilt and flew into the floor creating a crater.

 The healer let out a tired cough at seeing her broken blade laying out of her reach across the uneven destroyed floor. She raises her heavy gaze to meet the Demon Overlord Wrath’s triumphant eyes. The Demon Overlord Wrath eagerly darts forward and plunges his hand through the healer’s chest.

   The healer lips peel back to reveal a blood-stained smile as blood drips down the side of her mouth. Using the last bit of her strength she raises her hand and sticks her middle finger in the demon’s face.

 The Demon Overlord Wrath did not know much of humans, but he did know that was considered an offensive sign. Before the Demon Overlord Wrath could remove his hand from the human’s chest. Blades struck him from every angle as the Demon Overlord Wrath hissed, “What treachery is this!”

 The torrent of blades did not cease to fall until every inch of Demon Overlord Wrath was covered in blades. The Demon Overlord Wrath curses the healer as he falls lifeless in a loud clatter onto the floor.

The healer grunts in pain as she falls with the Demon Overlord Wrath. Coughing weakly, she breathes her last breath, “Well fuck,” she grumbled as her eyes become vacant and stiff.

 The black choker on the healer’s neck cracked open bathing the room in a torrent of light as everything vanishes into thin air.