Liam groaned, pushing himself off from the jagged cave wall as pain lanced through his left arm like lightning, like a sudden burst of thunder on a sunny day. It made him instinctively look down.
His hand had been broken in two and was just hanging there, like a broken puppet with no strings to control him. Each ragged breath he took was shallow but he forced himself onward. The demon stayed suspended mid-air before him, its blood-red eyes were just plain, no color other than red was present. There was no nose, the creepy smile was stretched to both ends of its face, and the smile revealed the sharp teeth that were laced inside.
The creature laughed, and his chuckle echoed throughout the cavern, dripping with mockery. He twisted his head in an abnormally unnatural position, snapping his neck as if he enjoyed the sound. Liam gritted his teeth, his good hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. That monster would not get what he wanted, to be able to see Liam hesitate.
