The gargoyle was gliding through the air currents while Death City went mad. The crows were quiet easy to deal with, she believed, but that’s probably because she had wings herself. Demona simply watched from a top all that was happening and she was enjoying herself a bit too much. Humans in panic, frantically trying to fight off, but specially, dying. It was delightful to say the least.

Demona decided to land at the park. With her, she had a long knife she had stolen somewhere, but it was simply to fending off those who attacked her. She had no intentions of being the one attacking. That was when her eyes met Teresa. The woman gave her a strange vibe, almost inhuman if she could call it that, but it was that smile that made it very different.