#Chapter47

Soon, thousands of demons surrounded Vierne, she looked at them when Delph grabbed her hands and pushed her down. "What a beauty," Delph grinned and Vierne grabbed him by this throat, he choked and struggled, "Beauty is a mark to lure the cursed. Curs like you, especially," She smirked.

Paimon stepped on her throat, "Leave him or I'll crush your neck,"

"Try me! I'd better die that way then die of getting raped by filth like you,"

Paimon laughed, "Filth? You mean that?"

He pointed at the blight on her neck, "The contamination has begun, lady gatekeeper,"

She clutched Delph's neck tighter, digging her claws into his skin, "PAIMON,...