The Duchess' pupils shrunk and her teeth clattered together as she tried to lift herself upright, but the pressure from both of my [Bloodline Aura] forced her and nearly everyone else around me to the ground.
I watched as she and everyone else surrounding me either fell unconscious or struggled to even stay awake.
The demon was also barely managing to stay conscious as it glared up at me with a seething animosity, its mouth foaming up with blood as it pressed its teeth and fangs to the point of breaking them.
Now that I can get a good look at his face now, I can see some features of someone really familiar. Just who was this poor sod?
...
'Oh my Goddess... It's the Duchess' nephew! Why is he possessed by a demon?'
The more I looked at him, the more I saw his face, but twisted and warped into that of a hideous demonic creature.
