Bab 154: A little incentive

At the mercy of Azrael's claws, the creatures head is torn of in one swift motion, fiery flames rolling out and spilling onto the ground as the creature rolls lifeless onto the floor.

From then, everything seems to happen in slow motion.

A shock of pain runs through me, jolting through my system like icy needles of pure, unadulterated pain as Azrael wipes his hands, sauntering towards me. Kal screams are blurred into the ringing of my ears, noise flaring up around me in a singular consistent hum, like a chorus of bees without any notes. But I barely notice.