*the demon pulls up just short of the cement footing, sending a stray of bloody, ashen mud and dirt over the assembled people. He laughs a deep, rumbling laugh, and kicks more dirt their way.*
"You think you're safe?"
*snorts, a gaping wound from a bolt in his shoulder oozing*
"You think you're safe?"
*snorts, a gaping wound from a bolt in his shoulder oozing*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.