Juliette
"Oh gods," the mercenary gasped, falling off Juliette with a high-pitched plea that sounded like he was praying. "Holy gods..."
He kicked frantically, slamming into the table, clawing at the rug as he dragged himself backwards, further away from Juliette, away from the still growing shadow that had encompassed the entire room.
He slammed into the heavy oak wardrobe, trapped, his gaze locked upward in absolute despair. A sharp acrid smell filled the room. It smelled like urine.
Juliette had just begun to wonder what it could be that would scare a mercenary into pissing himself, when an enormous black beast exploded over her in a blur of horns and fangs and talons from nowhere.
She shrieked, adrenaline finally giving her wings to flee, and she stumbled back as it slammed into the machinery, cracking down the furniture and the wall beyond it.
The beast sank fangs into the mercenary's throat, grabbed his neck and ripped off his head, spraying blood everywhere.
