I tried not to focus on what it was saying; there was something about the words of the demon that seemed to have the power to drag my attention into its words, and if I was not careful, I would find myself deliberating on the meaning behind its words.
Gritting my teeth against this invisible mental assault, the glow of the lightning rushing through my veins began to brighten, pushing against the darkness, and slowly exposing the form of Sad, who had silently dropped down from the vat now covered in darkness and was looking at me.
It now stood at least fourteen feet, and so its back was hunched as it stared at me with its hungry yellow eyes. When the glow from my lightning reached it, I observed that it flinched a bit, and it raised its hand, and whatever progress I made vanished, as the darkness pushed against the light and slammed into me, snuffing out the light on my skin.
