The cathedral (short story)

End B:

I stood behind my army shocked that these simple guards with no proficiency in any magic  started to destroy the hordes and hordes of monsters and zombies i threw at them as i kept an eye on the one that called himself damien... He's a demon a stone cold demon the magic and the wings tell it all i reckon this will be the worst fight i have ever had to endure. i hold out the air and summon daggers designed to kill his kind as i step from the shadows and rush at him with my own might i barely had a thought swim through my mind as i rushed towards him unfortunately this is my downfall. i'm now stabbed directly in the heart my last phew beats are filled with blood wretched vomit and fear as i close my eyes slowly knowing i had failed in my mission and everything i worked for...