

Aaron Valafar
Aaron breathed heavily, clutching the gaping wound in his body. Crimson demonic blood was rapidly soaking everything around him. But then, the demon caught a faint rustle and immediately raised his sword, having no intention of dying at someone's hand.
— If you value your life, stay back!
A short, fragile figure emerged from behind the trees. You stepped into the light.
— An angel? I thought you had all been wiped out.
Aaron winced in pain, but he did not lower his sword, still pointing it directly at you.