Archangel

until you dry up like an old piece of leather. But I won’t stop there. I’ll have a reaper escort your soul straight to Lulerain where you will suffer for all eternity.” The demon had a smug look on his face. “You can’t touch me unless you’ve proof I committed a crime. Treaty rules say so.” He referred to the Thalox treaty that had been drawn up long ago, protecting demons from malicious slaughter. Seemed the world needed a balance of good and evil. Eli snarled. “I make my own rules, and they…