Third-person POV
Astraea's eyes narrowed as she stared down the three remaining demons, and her voice came again, stern and cold.
"Who sent you?" she asked, hoping for their sakes that they would respond to her, tell her what she wanted to know, and choose easy death, but unfortunately for them, all she got was silence.
The demon wearing Draven's face stayed frozen, his yellow eyes glowing faintly as he refused to change back into his true form, but he wasn't her concern yet. She wanted him last, wanted him to watch while she destroyed the others, one by one.
Instead, she turned to the grey-eyed one, yanking him closer with a snap of her fingers. His body jerked against his will, dragged through the muddy ground until he was kneeling in front of her. His eyes shook, darting from Astraea's face to the headless body of his companion lying in the rain.
