"I would tell you to stop struggling, to abandon your frivolous thoughts of overpowering us and simply accept the inevitability of your demise. But struggling only helps our cause, so please... Struggle as much as you can. That demon leader of yours needs to see the anguish on your face, the terror in your eyes, as we snuff you out.
Once we are done with you, we will move onto his dark Mistress. She has disappeared, and our intel on her is sparse, but we will find her and she will suffer at our hands, just like you.
As for the demon himself, we already have someone on their way to make sure he stays put, and doesn't interrupt us. So all you need to do is give us some lovely screams."
The stranger in the hooded cloak gave Astra a sinister smile, as another metallic tendril erupted from the ground behind Astra, wrapping tight around her throat and lifting her from the ground.
