So she closed her eyes, swallowing back a sob, and prepared for her imminent death.
The demon made what can only be described as a ferocious gurgle which made her open her eyes. What she saw was a tall man, wearing all black, tackling the demon. They wrestled for a moment and she looked around her for anything to help. There was nothing but gravel and trash.
Fortunately, her savior seemed to be doing just fine. With a series of grunts and sickly noises, the beast was slain. It laid on the ground twitching with her savior standing over it, his back turned.
When he turned, she saw an angel. A man with bleeding scratches on his chin with the deepest blue eyes and a tousle of black curls stared down at her. Despite the adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins, she knew that the man before her was the handsomest man she had ever seen. It was that last image she saw before her eyes rolled back and she went slack.
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