***
A figure in a tattered white cloak stared Lykos and Merlin down, a cold, unnatural smile playing on its grey lips.
It stood still, but the air around it warped, no doubt thanks to its Corruption, the smell of burning rot radiating from it in waves.
This Lesser Demon was strong, perhaps close to that spade-eyed Demon.
Lykos and Merlin had instinctively taken their stances.
They understood their assignment immediately.
This was a Demon.
A smart one, and it wanted them dead.
"Oh~. Have you figured out Wit?"
Letting out a low, distorted chuckle, the creature called itself "Wit" raised a hand.
Its skin was charred black, cracking to reveal magma-like light beneath.
"Since you already picked up on what I am, let's not waste any time, shall we?"
A dark, blood-red flame materialized above its palm.
"Remember, you burn in Wit's Hell."
Wit blew on the flame.
WHOOOOSH!
The fire exploded forward, only to be met with another, extinguishing it.
