Staring at the image captured by one of the scouts of the Catholic faction, the Supreme Pontiff Israfel slightly narrowed his eyes as a sign that his mood was not good.
Seeing this, Matthew and the others present straightened their postures. Some more anxious ones couldn't help but caress the body of their magic staffs or the hilt of their swords while the more bloodthirsty ones directly smiled in their hearts knowing that something really interesting would happen soon.
"Inky black wings of flesh, monstrous tail, goat horns... and those strange pink pupils." Israfel murmured with a composed and indifferent expression, "Judging by the pink aura coming from its body and assimilating it with the records of the Sacred Library I fear this creature is a vile demon master of charm, a succubus."